BREAKING US
Kim & Elyes
Kimberly Chen sat on the bar stool feeling the hot tears as they ran down her cheeks.
“You okay Kim? For how long more are you going to cry over him?” Pat, the bar attendant asked this friend of his.
They had been classmates in high school and even went to the skww university and after that, they started their own small businesses.
Pat started this bar where Kim always went to drown her sorrows and Kim, through her grandparents trust, she started a small garage where they tended to rare cars.
“Tonight is the last day. I swear it,” she said as she chugged down the glass that was before her and put it on the table.
“That’s what you usually say,” Pat said.
“I know. But I mean it. This the last time,” she said and as she went to take the bottle and put more vodka in the small glass, Pat took it from her.
“Enough. I have many customers seeing that today is a Friday and Joe isn’t here and as such, I can’t drive you home unless you want to sleep here,” Pat said and Kim sighed.
“I’mma go to the bathroom,” she said and staggered her way to the bathroom and she went to an empty stall and did her thing.
Truthfully, she was drunk and didn’t even check where she went and it was on her way to the tap to wash her hands that she noticed a man enter.
The man didn’t say anything as he stood frozen at the door looking at her.
“Mister? Do you want a woman tonight? I’m giving myself away,” she said and chuckled bitterly.
The man closed the door behind him and walked towards her.
“What’s your name?” He asked her.
“Don’t worry about my name. Do you want it or not. I will let you know that I am heartbroken and want to forget him. So, will you help me?” She slurred and laid her head on his chest.
“Wow! You’ve hot abs,” she said as she touched them.
He held her hand to stop what she was doing as he breathed hard.
“Stop it. You are playing with fire,” he said and she chuckled.
“What if I am not afraid of getting burnt?” She blurred again and hiccuped.
“You are drunk,” he told her as he tried to push her away.
“Yes. I. Am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I am doing or saying. Or do you think I am ugly?” She asked him as she also took an unsteady step backwards.
“No. In fact, you are just my type. Just that…” he left it hanging as he looked at her.
She was tall and had a curvaceous figure just the way he loved. She wasn’t on the alim side but she wasn’t heavy either. Her dark skin called to him and her curly hair was sticking to her forehead and he automatically walked forward and helped her put that stray stands behind her ears but his eyes were on this voluptuous lips.
“Just what?” She prodded and she bit her lower lip though he could tell that she didn’t do it intentionally but it was hot as fuck.
“I like it rough. I will hit you, bite you and do it so roughly that you will hate me and you won’t ever want to see me again,” he did and she laughed.
“Maybe you are what I need. The pain will help me let go,” she said and walked towards him.
Before he could assess her next movement, she kisses him and he was startled at first but then he took her in his arms and deepened the kiss.
She tasted like sin and he loved sin since it was sweet. He moaned as he nibbled on her lower full lip and she groened in want.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened and the man spun with his hand behind his back but he relaxed when he saw the one who walked in.
“What is it?” He asked the man who stood at the door frozen at the sight.
“Boss, Claire is here,” the man said.
“Tell her I changed my mind and went home then get the car ready,” the boss but the man showed a conflicted look.
“What is it Jamal?” The boss asked and there was a hint of irritation in his voice.
“Boss… what about the deal with Claire? Can we afford to offend the Masons now?” Jamal asked.
“Jamal, between you and I, who is the boss?”
“It’s you sir.”
“Good. I want the car to be ready by the time I get downstairs,” the boss said and the woman beside him chuckled.
“You are sexy and hot,” she said as she touched his abs again.
He didn’t say anything as he took her in his arms and helped her walk outside.
“Did you know that you went in that men’s bathroom.”
“Oh, I did? No wonder it smells like urine and alcohol.”
“It’s you who smells like alcohol.”
“Oh, pardon me. My heart needed a drink,” she said and hiccuped again and laughed.
“Are you sure you want to go with me?” He asked her again to be sure.
“As long as you won’t kill me, yes sir!” She said and attempted a salute but almost fell and he held her just in time and then picked her up and carried her.
She was on the heavier side but since when was he unable to carry a woman?
When they got downstairs, the car was waiting there and when they drove out, two cars were in front of them leading the way while two more flagged them.
The woman on his side fell asleep but he didn’t wake her.
He figured that she needed the forty or so minutes they would be driving to rest because when he started with her, she won’t rest.
When the finally got home, the house was quiet as everyone was asleep since it was late and he didn’t wake up the maids since his name would make sure everything he needed, including food, would be provided.
“I don’t want to be disturbed,” he said to Jamal as he got out of the car and rounded to the other side to get her out.
“Wake up! We are here,” he said to her gelty and she looked at him.
“Hey cutie? We are home already?” She slurred and he hummed a reply and helped her out.
“Bring the hangover syrup to my room,” the boss ordered and walked inside and to his room up the stairs.
He looked at the woman in his arms and he felt his dick harden at the thought of all the things he was going to do to her.
“I hope you won’t irritate me with your tears like the others because I actually like you,” he said to her but she wasn’t listening as she surveyed the place.
“Wow! Such a big house! You must be loaded. Hic! Are you very rich? Hoc!”
“Let’s go and take a shower and then start,” he said as he started helping her with her blouse.