He shook his head. A playboy he knew. A fuck boy? What is that? Jaxon likes boys or what?
"Fuck boy?"
"Yes. Fuck boy. A boy that literally sleeps around. I mean I am not insulting your brother but it is what they are saying online and it is not like he really is a fuck boy. They just named him a fuck boy because all the girls want to ride on his..." she caught her word before she spilled it and Mo Ambrose raised a brow. "I mean..all the girls want to sleep with him."
Mo Ambrose wanted to smile at her but stopped it. "Is that so? Jaxon has always been a ladies man anyway."
"And you?" She probed but didnt let him respond before asking. "What personal issue did you come across that made you decide to be celibate? Lemme guess, she wanted to be pregnant with your baby by force?"
Ambrose gave her a mysterious and bitter smile. "Would be easy to take care of if that were it. She errrrm...was in love with me but I wasnt. So we formed a sex only relationship." He checked her reaction to see what she thought but her expression reminded the same. "After two years she started to want a baby and I decided to break up but she threatened me with her life. It was really stressful. Ever since then I have always had a trauma of ladies and avoided them as best as I could."
Folawe released a deep sigh. Threatening to end her life if she left him? He must have felt overwhelmed.
"I am sorry about that. But why did you.. with me decide to form a relationship like this?"
"Because you are not like other girls. You dont look greedy for money and you are not interested in me."
Folawe holds a hand up to stop him. "Says who? I am just like other girls. I love money but you cant intimidate or buy me with it. And I am interested in you. But threatening to sucide is something I would never do."
Again, she had succeeded in capturing his mind. Ambrose felt a part of chest start to warm up and he gave her a warm smile, one that made Folawes heart start to beat faster.
To avoid saying something embarrassing, she asked. "You wanted to give me the clothes?"
He seem to remember and reached beside him for the big paper bag, and gave it to her. "I gor three sandals that I thought might be your taste. You can just wear the one you like and keep the rest."
Folawe winked playfully at him and opened the bag. "Hehehe...is this how sugar babies feel when their sugar daddies buy them things? Sure feels good to be spoiled. But I feel bad for letting you send your money. Thank you." She checked the heels and immediately fell in love with the first one, it went well with the peach coloured dress. She didn't bother pulling the dress out to check it and only felt the fabric. Wondering how expensive it will be, she released a sigh. "I love this color."
"Try it on." He encouraged.
She quickly took off her Nike, and slid the sandal on but doing the buckles and straps seems a little difficult because her stomach had bloated a bit.
Seeing that she was struggling with the sandal, he had no choice but to leave his seat and help her. Half kneeling in front of her, he gently takes her ankle in his hand and fits the sandal before doing the strap and buckles. Holding his hand out for the other, he did the same. Folawe just sat there awkwardly staring at his head. His hair looked shiny and silky. It looked so smooth she wanted to run her hands through it. That he was kneeling in front of her made her heart start to beat so fast she had to look the other way. Her armpits started to itch and so did her inner thighs.
What is this feeling?
This feelings that makes her feel like a pervert?
Mo Ambrose got on his feets and looked down at the kid. "Try walking in it."
Folawe got up immediately but almost lost her footing because her legs felt soft. Ambrose was quick to grab her by the waist and held her to himself. Although they had a centimetre to their chests clashing, it didn't stop Folawe from holding onto his arm for support.
Still holding her, he joked.. "Someone spoke like they were used to wearing heels. Do you want to change to something flat? I can get it ready by evening."
Folawe shook her head. Her eyes staring at his black top. Not that she was close to him she noticed how smooth the fabric was. Is it also some customised Mike Larent? She thought feeling that she probably got the designer name wrong.
He should have let her go to find her balance but somehow she just felt soft and holding her felt too right. When he held her ankle few minutes ago, he noticed how soft and clean her skin is. And God help him at that moment he wondered if evey part of her would be that soft as well. Seeing her avoid his eyes and staring at his chest just made him want to pull her in for a kiss. To properly inhale her scent that was already tormenting his nose and fell how soft she would really be.
Tilting her chin up with his right hand, he met her gaze and noticed how she had part her lips as if she was trying to breath through her mouth. Her lips, glossy and full, were enticing and he had to restrain himself from staring at them fo too long. But Folawe, bold and shameless as she is, was clearly staring at his lips.
"In your dream..." he began "...did I kiss you?"