I clutched my dress tightly, waltzing into the kitchen.
Imaginations of my uncle's hands in and on me caused shivers to run down my spine.
It was extraordinarily beautiful today. I was home alone.
I feel beautiful, I look even more beautiful. Every window I pass by only buttresses the fact that I have become an adult woman, and I make men go crazy.
some months ago, mother was against me having a boyfriend, and now, I have a sugar uncle, "ha-ha"
I let out an evil laughter somewhere in my heart.
"It's going to be a good day today" I applied my skin care products, planning to leave to go do some grocery shopping for dinner later today.
The town was a beautiful sight... maybe because it's early, and people with baggages are still in bed.
My mini red open back gown had eyes going in and out my direction. I only pretended not to notice.
I took my time in taking every step. It only resulted in a gait that seemed as though I was walking to "before you go" by Lewis Capaldi.
"Hi" a smooth voice echoed.
My palms became instantly sweaty, my eyes were lit up, similar to a puppy dog's.
who was this handsome being?
"hey!" I threw back nonchalantly.
"I had been watching you for a while, and I would hate myself if I let you go without getting to know you." His eyes were dark, they told a different story from his mouth.
He looked like a walking red flag, a ticking time bomb.
He gave play boy vibes, narcissist, but he was hot.
He could fill me, satisfy me... It looks like a dangerous ride, But I'm up for it.
"and you are?"
Damian, Damian Brown!
"It's a pleasure to meet you Damian, I'm Sarah."
"Um... can I drop you off?"
"I'm still out doing some shopping, if you could wait?"
I couldn't describe how I felt looking into his eyes. I'm playing with fire, and I know it.
Well, there's only one way to find out.
His car reeked of some kind of smoke... sort of minty, felt good though.
The loud rock music from his stereo distracted my line of thought.
It was almost a silent ride.
"You love to cook?"
"uh, well... I was not given an option"
"The next street, right?"
I nodded my head in affirmative.
There was no connection... no chemistry, but well, it's all an experience isn't it?
He got down to open the door, with a slight kiss on my forehead. "Can I pick you up tomorrow evening?"
"Sure, I'd let you know when I'm ready." I smiled slightly.
He carried down the groceries, up until the front door.
I just couldn't place my hands in it. How does he give off bad boy, and lover boy vibes all at once.
I couldn't wait to get to know him more.
Thanks to uncle Dave, or Just Dave, like he has asked me to call him, I feel like a woman.
I'm confident in my skin.
My eyes hit the clock, and I just realized that the family would be home soon.
"Time to resume house girl duties" I murmured.
In no time, dishes were all set, dinner ready... the apartment squeaky clean.
I saw from a different light today.
The chandelier suddenly looked prettier, the railings of the stairs... the walls
I was going crazy.
My thoughts were interrupted by approaching footsteps.
"Hey" Eddie muttered
I could see him from the dining mirror stealing glances at me.
He would usually walk in without saying a word, and so would the other members of the family, well except Dave.
Mrs Willow would definitely not like the idea of my mini gown. I couldn't care less.
I want Dave tonight, and I'll have him.
Silence filled the room, as they all had their dinner, it's always a graveyard in the dining room.
"what a home!" I whispered silently.
doing the dishes has never been a burden to me. I slow dance with myself... making up delusional scenarios with the man of my dreams.
"something bout you, makes me feel like a dangerous woman... something bout something bout, something bout you... makes me wanna do"
Silent footsteps approached the kitchen, interrupting my gentle hum to Ariana Grande's hit song.
It had to be Dave.
"yes!!!" the lady in me leaped for joy.
His masculine hand on my waist, the way he holds me... oh... older men are a banger!
"I would love to make you feel like a dangerous woman." a strange voice stated.
the white bowl plate dropped suddenly from my hands. I turned back in shock.
"Ray?"
it's almost as though my feminine aura is just starting to go around the room, like a freshly blooming flower.
I had never had so many men coming after me all at once.
" Hey Sarah, I couldn't help but stare at you all evening" He was coming closer, My wet hands, trembling legs, and unsteady mind was trying hard to understand
"Ray... um..." I stammered
"you look dashing tonight, and I just wanted you to know that". He held my hands firmly, but however gentle.
His eyes told a similar story, he seemed honest.
I pulled away quickly... "Thanks R-ray".
The thought of Dave meeting us here made me tremble. I needed to get my daily dose of servicing from Dave.
"I'd get back to work now". I turned to continue doing the dishes. looking stylishly to see if he left already.
my hopes were dashed.
Did Dave see Ray? why did he not come to see me?
Thoughts trafficked through my head.
what was I going to do.
Is it because Mrs Willow is home?
"I'm going to see him tonight, I have to."
The Willow's home was always a beautiful site to behold at night.
The bulbs were warm, and gave off a seductive vibe.
Little, but exquisitely chosen room decor were scattered around, like the home of an English princess.
I laid on the couch.
thoughts of Damian filled my mind. It seems dangerous, he seems dangerous, but I like it.
"I want to experience it..." I thought to myself.
Absent mindedly, I had slid my hand into my grey thong, teasing myself as I thought of Damian.
what could we be...? what if he...
"Am I no longer enough for you?" A deep voice muttered behind my ears.
It was Dave!
my body tingled, I did not hear him coming.
His hands rubbed my cleavage. his mouth, gently teasing my ears.
I let out a soft moan, " Dave, D-dave, you're enough"
He seemed to have been waiting for the moment...
He breath became like that of a bull, His mouth on my neck had me moaning almost loudly.
I called him name in a sexy low tune that made him go crazy.
He bit my neck gently.
Dave! I moaned in a shrug
Sarah..?. Sarah?
A voice whispered in excitement.
Doctor! Doctor!
She's talking, she's awake!
"Dave...?" I whispered
"She's awake, she's awake" A feminine voice screamed.
I was starting to get confused
"what did she say? Did she move her hands? " An elderly voice spoke.
Something went through my hands, a syringe.
I flinched slightly.
"Give Glucose and naloxone" He ordered.
Suddenly, I could hear quick movements.
The room began to buzz.
"where's Dave?" I thought... Wasn't I just in his couch, and his lips on my neck?
"Where am I?"
"What's going on?"