All Yours Daddy.
Nuella slumped into the bed with her heart pounding profoundly while she buried her face in her palm, trying to catch all the breath in the world.
Her body was quivering from the pleasure of that passionate kiss. Her pussy has not stopped tingling, her breath is still very uneven, and her palm is extremely sweaty. This desire that she was so much trying to run away from was starting to consume her like wildfire.
She didn’t want to associate with another while she was still with another, but the comfort in his eyes propelled her to bask in the tenderness of his voice and the solitude it offered her.
She exhaled softly, falling into the bed and letting her back on it. This guilt was drastically consuming her. The guilt that she had enjoyed the kiss of another man and the touch of another man 10 times more than she ever enjoyed the touch of her man. That she had desired to go on her knees and take his cock. Things that she had never thought of with her man. Suddenly, she was no longer thinking of her sabotaged life, the dream of becoming a doctor that seemed very much impossible. She was now buried in the thoughts that she had become another person, a person different from whom she used to be. One that didn’t steal glances at other men, even though she didn’t steal glances at hers.
Embedded in all of these thoughts, Nuella wondered how possible it was that she was thinking of Mr Devine and hoping to know if he had jerked off to her thoughts. The way his bulge had pressed against her stomach. She had badly wanted to feel it against her hand.
Her pussy tingled, the desire to touch herself slowly creeping into her. That illicit desire was slowly compelling her to not just touch herself but to touch herself to the thoughts of him and also moan his name.
*****
Nuella woke up the next day with dark eyes cycle. She had cried herself to sleep yesterday, and thankfully, that had ended her misery, else another was about to begin.
She was tugging on the last leg of her shorts when her phone suddenly buzzed. At first, she had intended to ignore the message, but something in her guts had pushed her to check. Perhaps it could be a message from the school to reconsider her.
Nuella’s face dropped as she clicked on the message and read through the notification
It was a message from James. A heartbreaking one.
“Hello, Nuella. I hope this message finds you well. I am writing to inform you that I am no longer interested in this relationship and would like to call it a quit. I hope for a relationship where freedom is being expressed. An emotionally available relationship and what we share is not one. I wish you all the best.”
Nuella stared at the message that was staring back at her, she was too stunned to say a word or move a finger.
James was breaking up with her? Because she isn’t emotionally there? Could that be his reason or does he have another reason? Did he find out about her actions? Was he mad at her? Those were the only thoughts that jungled through her thoughts.
She walked to the bed and covered herself up with the Duvet, buried In different thoughtss.
Could he have found out about her actions with Mr Devine? Was he heartbroken? Did he see her as a wicked person? Tears rolled down her cheeks and a heart made a gentle leap. Was she crying because he was breaking up with her? Or because he had found out about her and now sees her from the light that she wasn’t.
She buried herself under the duvet and allowed the pain to consume her. The pain that she was being seen as another person.
***
“Welcome sir ” A maid dressed in a navy blue skirt and a white blouse greeted the moment Mr Lorenzo walked in.
“Thank you.” His very simple reply stepped in.
“I am here to see Mr Enzo.” He informed looking around the house.
“Oh. He is yet to return sir. Do I put a call through?”
“No.” He replied taking a sit and placing a call through to Mr Enzo.
The maids bowed and walked away.
She returned 2 minutes with a glass cup and a bottle of Zinfandel after Mr Lorenzo was done with the call.
“Where is Nuella?”Mr Lorenzo inquired, looking through his phone and trying to conceal his curiosity to see her.
“Miss Nuella? I have not seen her since morning. After she came down to the boss’s room. She had not returned.
Unable to contain the thought that she could have gotten into a physical fight with her father. He picked the files up and began to walk upstairs.
“I will drop this with her.” He wiggled the file and the maid nodded.
Well, that was the biggest lie had told in forever. Although he had brought this piece of file that she had failed to pick before storming out of his house, they were not the reason he was going to see her.
He walked into her room to meet her, sitting on the couch in her room with a bottle of Alcohol in her hand, looking all wasted.
“Momma.” His calm voice broke through the solidated room, his face covered with perplexity. He had never seen her drink. Worst of all she had 2 bottles of pilsner Urquell.
In a snap, Nuella turned her head to him, trying to confirm that he was the one because no one ever calls her Momma.
Her brows Knitted as she looked across him to the door, then back at him.
“How did you get in?”
Mr Lorenzo ignored her question and took a step closer. He was still very calm, with his both hands buried in his pocket. Of course, he was not going to inform her that he remembered her favorite cheat code and most had used it as her password.
“What are you doing here?” She inquired again, this time looking away from him.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes. Yes, it matters. I don’t want to see you here. I don’t want to see anyone here.”
She was wasted, and he was the last person she wanted to be in an enclosed space with.
Mr Lorenzo scoffed taking a step closer.
“You are drunk, Momma. Hand me the Bottle.”
“I know I am drunk! And yes, don’t call me momma.” She warned sternly, shielding the bottles from him.
Mr Lorenzo sighed grabbing the bottle away from her.
Nuella remained calm, not saying a word or sparing him a glance. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him because the Alcohol was riding her senses away.
The sight of him had brought her peace and desires. All that she shouldn’t enjoy. He was the cause of their break up. He was the reason she was feeling guilty. Yet he was standing next to her looking this dangerously hot.
He was dressed in a black Louise Vitton t-shirt with sleeves rolled to the arms, revealing his tattooed and Veiny arms. She swallowed feeling the emotion consume her once again. His presence was starting to remind her of yesterday’s kiss. One she had enjoyed. One she had wished was not just a kiss.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she looked down, trying to shield her tears from him, but he had seen it already.
“Look at me.” He demanded, but she didn’t make a move. She clutched harder on the hoodie she had worn when the cold was becoming much.
Mr Devine reached to her chin with the tip of his index finger raising her gaze to meet his.
Nuella’s pussy tingled and she felt a spark settling at the pit of her stomach. She stared into his eyes, finding that comfort again. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she began to sob, unable to contain her tears. This was a part of her that people rarely see but she was showing it to him, voluntarily. Or was it the alcohol?
Mr Lorenzo pulled her up, wrapping her in his warm embrace. Nuella settled into the hug crying against his chest. She rik of Alcohol.
“He broke up with me.. me.. he broke up with me over a text.. and blocked me.” Her voice cracked as she struggled to put her words together.
Mr Devine’s brows knitted lip twitched. ‘Oh. She was crying because of him? Because he broke her heart?’ he wrapped his hand around her hugging her tightly. At least she wasn’t crying because he was dead.
“Should I kill him for hurting you? I could drive a stake into his heart and make him feel your pain?”
“No.” Nuella pulled out of the hug holding into Mr Devine’s arm and staring into his eyes.
“Do not kill him, please.” She mumbled under her breath, and he nodded cupping her cheeks into his palm.
Nuella settled into the warmth of his palm, melting into the serenity of the moment.
As his hands gently caressed her cheeks, Nuella felt her pussy begin to tingle. His eyes melted through her soul, leaving her with the desire to feel him. A few minutes back, she was hoping to see him leave, and now… She began to move her hand gently against his chest, feeling all his muscle as they clenched up.
“You are drunk.” Mr Devine protested but she shook her head negatively with eyes that held onto his firmly.
Silence stepped in, but the soft sound of their breath could be held as Nuella moved her hand from his chest, down to his bulge, feeling it against her hand.
“What are you doing?” Mr Devine gritted feeling the impact of her hand against his clothed cock.
“I am touching you, Devine and I want you to touch me back.”