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Chapter 5 - Can I Have Some Flowers?

"Come on, Kel, we both know just how much you are crushing on Drake. It's been five fucking years, my friend. I only wanted to help you."

I drew back my lips, ready to lash out at him, but as much as I wanted to do that, I still needed to be considerate about things.

Greg wasn't entirely wrong. I had been crushing on Drake for five years, indeed.

"Kel, I understand how you feel. I know I should have asked your permission before taking such a decision from you, and I'm sorry, okay?"

"Sorry will not solve the situation right now, Greg. How on earth am I supposed to get Drake in the first place, not to talk about getting exclusive news from him?"

"He's your crush anyway, I'm sure some magic could happen," Greg said with a shrug.

"There are a million people out there who have a crush on him just like I do. You think magic should work out for everyone who has a crush on him, if that were possible. I believe someone, at least one person, would have had the opportunity for an interview with him, don't you think?"

"Yea, you're right. Either way, I know you like him. Who knows, if only he could see you once, he might fall for you, and if possible, you both could have a one-night stand. That way, you will be free from the longing you've suffered from all these years," Fred stated with a grin.

"Greg, now I strongly agree with Monica when she said you've gone nuts!"

"But isn't that true, you like him?"

Greg was right. In fact, Greg is the only one who knows the fact that I like men. Though, he has no idea, I'm intersex. I believe that's something he didn't have to know about.

I went to my room and shut the door behind him. This wasn't the time to banter with Greg, it was time for me to gather all the resources I could get to be able to achieve that encounter with him.

*******

I did some research about Drake until it was past midnight. I yawned out of exhaustion. I didn't have enough sleep last night, and now I was still awake, trying to find out more things I needed to know about my crush.

Having done enough research for the night, I searched for new photos of him, and luckily, I found some. But the photos I found were not in any way helping me.

"Fuck!" I uttered in my thoughts. I guess I will have to miss another night of sleep.

In one of the pictures, he wasn't putting on a shirt, but just a short body-hugging brief that lined perfectly out the shake of his manhood. I swallowed a lump which suddenly built up in my throat. I knew I was in trouble just watching those hard thighs of his.

I shut my eyes and imagined him leaning onto me, with just those brief pants.

Not only that, but I had no idea how he smelled, but something tells me he smells like cinnamon. I licked my lips as I imagined him placing a soft kiss on my neck, and slowly up my ear lobes.

I let out a soft moan. Instantly, I could feel myself dripping hard.

He kissed me on the stomach and down my belly button. He took out his tongue and plunged it deep into my novel button.

I let out another silent moan and dripped even harder.

"Drake…." I whispered his name as I imagined him doing all those dirty things to me.

*******

I woke up the next day, only to find myself with nothing on. I slowly sat up straight on my bed. I recalled what happened last night. It wasn't different from what happened the other night I thought about him. The wet dreams are becoming even worse as the days go by.

I shook my head, afraid of my feelings. I wondered if what Greg talked about was right. Maybe if I could see him and get a chance to fuck him.

"Shit!" Muttered. What am I even thinking now?

Having sex with someone like Drake was as impossible as it can be. He's into women. Though on some occasions, they had seen him with men and the reason my wet dreams had gotten worse.

But the truth was, no matter how many of those dreams I got, I could never get into his bed, it was far too impossible.

I was a nobody to him. So, how on earth am I supposed to convince him to notice me?

I quickly stood up from bed. It was a Saturday, and Saturdays care for visitations. I had to go see my mom and spend some time with her. Though, I didn't get the chance to visit her last weekend because I was busy preparing a report for the magazine.

After I freshened up, I took my car keys and headed out of the house. Greg is never home on weekends either. While I visit my mom, he goes to the hospital to visit his twin brother, who is in a coma.

*******

The moment I drove into the neighborhood, I smiled at myself. The smell of vanilla and roses littered my nostrils. This was a clear indication that I was home. If not for my work, I would have loved to stay with mom every day and help her as much as I could.

I parked in our little garage in the backyard. Seeing the gigantic lock on the gate to the house, I knew she wasn't home. The best place to check out was the flower shop.

I quickly opened the back of my truck and took out the things I bought on the way while coming. I didn't forget to add some bananas, which happened to be her favorite fruit.

Just as I arrived at the shop, I saw my mom arranging some lilies for a customer.

Seeing her beautiful smile, I heaved a sigh of relief. Knowing she's happy, gladdens my heart.

She has always been the reason I worked my butt out, morning and night. She had done so much for me, and hence she deserved to have the best kind of life ever.

I slowly walked into the shop with the package I had brought.

"Hello, Mrs. Winnie, can I have some flowers?"

"Oh my God, Kel, you're here!"