The guy I heard in one of the showers. I was not specific about which he presently occupied, but I'm sure it was probably the separate one downstairs. Just in case it was not so, I grabbed some clothing from my husband that he no longer wore and placed them gently outside the door, confirming he really occupied the one I had guessed. After acknowledging that he did, I returned to the kitchen.
Food finished, I placed one for him and another for me; this was grudgingly done.
Matter of fact, I hope he is one of those snobs who preferred five-star chef food. With my luck today, I highly doubt it, and for a split second, I felt annoyed, but I poured some ginger water and waited.
He appeared a while later, smelling exceptionally clean; I inhaled discreetly while struggling with myself not to jump him.
Let's be honest here; in my late twenties, I was still young; in turn, I had a healthy sexual appetite paired with the dry spell for the past five years; I felt like a born-again virgin.
Ah, right, the soul technically is, but that doesn't count. Either way, I haven't had sex since I had appeared in my sister's body; I could use him to see how it feels... if I'll like it or not.
My husband? From everything I knew, we hadn't slept together in years, and that was after the body had killed the last baby. I can't be angry with the c*nt; she felt useless. If she was alive, I'd tell her so until it was drilled into her water-filled brain.
The male who said he was "'an alpha'" I still wanted to slit his throat, but that thought I shook away and pulled out a seat for him. As he sat, I placed two bowls: one small one for rice and a large one for the half-cooked meat, a knife, and a fork. Then I walked and did my own, then began to eat. I devoured mine as ladylike as possible, then sat and watched him. He ate slowly... so slow.
No wonder my c*nt for a sister was fat; I was hungry, always f*cking hungry.
He looked refined eating, the damp dark brown hair that looked kind of dark blond in the light; his handsome face showed nothing. I had no idea if he liked my food or not, but he ate it, so I wasn't really bothered.
His arm was healed; the shirt he wore was stretched right across his shoulders and arms. His chest, ah, his chest was perfection; one could run her hand over it and watch his nipples peak. His stomach was flat and ripped; I could run my tongue over it and marvel at his groan. I'd be deep and masculine, and as I did, I'd run my tongue over each nipple, sucking gently, crawling into his lap to sit facing his front to watch every expression on his handsome face while his dick stabbed me. Ah, it would be—
I blinked; I was on him; the shirt was... I tilted my head to the side; it was on the floor in shreds; he was breathing hard; he smelled like my body wash, bubble gum. I sniffed him; ah, to hell with it.
Then I shook my head and reached for my phone, passing it to him, my face blank.
"Call your people and go,"
I told him. My thoughts may be wild, but I don't think I should just assault some random guy! It was stupid of me to almost rape the man; sure, the body was thirsty... but so what!
Let it stay parched!
I went upstairs and closed the door. I had work to do; I'll focus on it and make it my bitch.
I heard his voice, another, and then later another. The door was opened and closed. He was gone, out of sight and out of fucking mind.
* * * * * *
Seven months later
I was smiling at my reflection like a Cheshire cat. My skin was tight, no more flab or sagging due to the sort of quick fat loss, no stretch marks but some muscle yet not overly much, but yeh it was there.
My legs were formed and shaped long and lean.
(clear throat) "I wanna thank dear mother and father for giving my useless sister great enough genes for me to have such wonderful legs and skin, a face to make countries fall and worship me, and an ass that was shaped like a peach, firm enough to bounce a coin upon after all of that jiggle from before. Father, mother, here is my heartfelt thanks."
I even made a bow of thanks. Yup inward dialogue.
I smiled, rising to my full height, taking note of the small flare of my hips and rubbed my ass, which was high and broad.
Normally my go-to clothes were mostly dresses, skirts, or leggings; my waist was tiny in all the pictures I saw it for the first time.
Ugh, how dare my useless sister hide such perfection?
(here is where the saying goes beauty is in the eyes of the beholder or a plain narcissistic female ah)
My hair was blown straight, a red that looked like crimson red blood; the pink was gone for now. I liked the natural pink, but a little change doesn't hurt anyone, plus the dye was temporary... It was strange. Wasn't it grey before?
Was that because of stress or something?
The pink was confusing when it appeared, like I was a freak of nature or something, Ah.
The lady that did it was a pure professional; she did it so well I had to compliment her eyes, totally not a useless female. I had to mention it to her; maybe she was a bit mad... Perhaps from my context, but whatever.
I don't compliment just anyone; shouldn't she show some gratitude for me acknowledging her competence?
Seriously, I'm not one to toss my compliments like spare change to people, but her, she did well, and I patted her just for that. I had it cut in a bob; I was cute, still not beautiful, but lipstick and some eyeliner fixed my look.
I had those sharp jaws, almond wide eyes, big well-shaped lips, and a nose that was just there, but it was straight and tilted slightly at the tip, giving me that haughty look. I even added a bull ring to help the shit out; I had pierced my tongue, nipples, and ears. I had thought of piercing that born-again area, but ah, having a stranger look at my most private area made me stay humble.
The ring that proved I was married. I had tossed it to my c*nt of a husband, and I had moved out.
He had tried to cut me off in an attempt to return to him, but I didn't even bother, and instead, he raised my monthly allowance. I really had to admit that he was a gentleman in that aspect and even made me rub myself.
I had a job; it was not a high-paying one, but it kept a roof over my head, food in my home, and paid the bills.