32. In a Non-Asshole Way

**32. In a Non-Asshole Way**

*Video call from Ceasar.*

My heart jumps in my ribcage as I see his name blinking on my screen. Without having any conversation with my brain, I accept the call.

My heart beats twerk like Miley as Ceasar’s billion-dollar face materializes on my screen in a very sleepy state.

His eyes flicker open to the bright screen of his phone as he tries to adjust the camera while lying on the bed.

*Oh My Gallbladder! He is so cute.*

“Hey.” Ceasar says in a thick hoarse voice that shook my spine. I sit there frozen as if I am watching a hot model in a TV commercial ad of a condom.

His beard looks rough and his hair looks messy, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyes as he squints them while looking at me.

The power in his face.

Makes my heart race.

If this is the case,

Are we mates?

“Can you hear me?” Ceasar licks his lips as he asks me in his thick throaty voice. I blink and nod dumbly.

I watch my hand as it slowly pauses on my chest, feeling my loud beating heart that is thrashing inside my ribcage like an uncontrollable animal.

*Am I going to die from a sexy voice?*

I look up at the pussy clenching guy on my screen. Ceasar looks so raw and hot that I almost forgot he is an asshole.

“You look tired.” I tell him as I notice the dark purple shade under his eyes that makes him look like an insomniac patient.

“Mmmmh.” He makes a croaky groan as he lies back on the bed and covers his eyes with his wrist. His plum lips open a bit and his chest rises and fall with a serene beat. He seems exhausted as if someone chewed him then threw him out like a half-eaten banana. *Oh poor croc-o-daddy!*

“You look horrible.” I mock him teasingly.

Ceasar lifts his hand and looks down at me grimly. I bite my lips to control my laugh as he dangerously arcs his eyebrow like a bow and asks in a husky tone, “Like a sexy horrible?”

I crack my neck back and laugh out loud, my chortle echoes in the room while Ceasar looks at me with a camouflage smirk.

Suddenly my chest feels warm like all the butterflies came home and happily reside within my ribcage. My neck and cheeks heat up as his lush gaze linger on me, making me feel hot and giddy.

“Where are you?” I ask him with curiosity as I observe the embroidery of a golden tiger on his pillow that appears royal as fuck.

“Cairo.” He replies droopily.

“Cairo? But didn’t you go to Malta somewhere?” My tone sharpens as I ask him like a doubtful wife.

Ceasar shifts on his bed, his dark locks fall on his crystal grey eyes like casting a shadow as he sighs, “Erhh! Yeah, I did but then planned changed coz of a fucking stupid ship that got stuck in the Suez Canal and blocked whole world’s trade and transportation.”

I narrow my eyes at him skeptically, not believing a shit he is sprouting. “Ahaan?” I ask with a pinch of irritation in my tone.

“Yeah, I would have been back by now but my containers were stuck in the canal for a week which delayed the shipment and payments. I had to get back and fro to the investors and the port authority for dissipation.” The more he explains, the more exhausted he appears.

“So when you will be back?” I cut through the korero and get on the point.

Ceasar opens his mouth and yawns like a baby, “Maybe tomorrow. If everything goes right.” The bags under his fatigue eyes look deeper and dark showing how drained he looks.

“I think you should sleep now.” I tell him as his eyes get drowsy and heavy. Ceasar lifts his dark lashes and looks at me, my heart skips a beat as he licks his lip while maintaining his eye contact with me.

“Joycelyn.” He says my name in a sleepy moan.

I gulp feeling another panic attack kicking in. *Why god why?* Why isn’t he some ugly toothless guy whose voice wouldn’t shake my titties?

“Good night.” He murmurs.

“Good night, Cesar.”

I throw my phone on the bedside and close my eyes asI recall how he said my name. The way his lips, tongue, and mouth formed letters and spelled my name in an enchantress trance, I feel my whole body falling into pieces.

.

I bite my lips and close my eyes,

As I imagine him on my thighs.

I slowly unfasten my bra,

As he encourages me to go so far.

.

His hand goes under my dress,

While his masculine hand caress.

Stroking my knees then my thighs,

As his hand starts to venture so high.

.

Touching my pussy so gently,

I moan as fingers glide up and down softly.

Sliding aside the lace that is no longer dry,

Playing and pinching my nipple, I cry.

.

My legs parted and open wide,

I moan as two fingers slide inside.

His voice gets deeper and more sexy,

Making me feel hot and sweaty.

.

My body trembles and nerves get alert,

As I reach that point of no return.

My muscles spasm and tense,

Where nothing makes much sense.

.

My fingers soak up with hot cum,

Knowing what I have just done.

I masturbated upon the thought,

That his voice sounded so hot!

.

*Shit!*

. . .

For the next whole day, I try not to think about Ceasar or his deep fucking voice or his ash-grey *I-am-going-to-eat-you* eyes. I keep myself busy with TikTok videos and tasting Italian dishes by Margret.

I look up at my phone for any message or update from Ceasar but to my disappointment, there were none. *Maybe he ain’t coming today.*

In the evening, I went to the beach to clear my thoughts and enjoy the sunset. The wind plays with my frock and messes my hair as I walk alone along the shore of the sea.

My hand subconsciously rubs on my belly as I push my feet into the sand and feel the small grains of wet mud beneath me. The feeling of loneliness crawls up to me and my thoughts again trail back on Ceasar.

It’s strange, how I keep thinking about him in a non-asshole way.

I think I am having a mental breakdown. Like a broken radio, my mind keeps playing his face over and over again. Like I fucking need to take a break and not think about riding him every time.

*I wonder if this is infatuation or I am just horny?*

After a good amount of overthinking and overanalyzing the situation, I walk back to our house. I clean my feet and walk up to the kitchen for a glass of water when I hear some noises coming from the dining hall. My feet follow the thick Italian accent like a siren’s victim lured to its trap.

*And that’s when I see him.*

Ceasar.. in his purest manly form. Tall, valiant, voluptuous, confident, and aplomb.

"Ci penserò." His one arm is grasping his phone to the ear while the other one is holding on to the door of the fridge. The light from the refrigerator accentuates his built body like a photoshopped picture.

My eyes drift to his black silk shirt that is hanging loosely upon his broad shoulders like a tease and then lower to his slim waist with black trousers that are hugging his hips sensually.

My heart flutters like a Chihuahua on drugs, a T-rex for hugs, and a Vampire for blood.

Suddenly he turns around as if sensing me behind him. My heart fails to corporate the moment our eyes meet. *Fuck!*

Grey clouds on the dusty brown timber shade.

Dark hair, strong jawline, aquiline nose with deepest ashy eyes looking back at me with a strange kind of fury, a raw passionate gaze that melts my bones with its intensity.

But then something changes in his eyes and his gaze happens to soften as a beautiful smile possess his full lips.

“There you are.” He says in a low rumble that makes my entire body reverberate as he slides his phone in his pocket and closes the door of the fridge giving me full attention.

My heart flips like a pancake as Ceasar begins to walk towards me. His predatory eyes run a scan on my thighs, hips, stomach, breast, and finally stops on my face.

“Hey, hi.”I murmur blushing a little pink and red from the places his eyes did a check.

Ceasar is way too handsome for my peace of mind. It’s a crime for such a man to exist.

I take a deep breath as he stops right in front of me and cups my face in his warm hands. He tilts my head up very gently to look into his grey clouds that are storming with imprudence.

His smirk spreads wide on his sinful lips and his eyes drift to my lips as I subconsciously lick them. Suddenly my whole body reacts in a way it had never reacted before.

My heart races to its top speed while I stay still, frozen on my spot as his face slowly moves to mine. *Slowly.*

My breathing stops. My chest pounds mercilessly as his warm breath fans on my face and his lips touch mine *oh-so* gently. Delicately.

*Is-s he kissing me?*

Eyes wide, I look into those smoky eyes as his lips move against mine tenderly, taking possession of them as if they always belonged to him.

My lips flare with heat, and delicious sensation course through me, making me almost breathless. His warm flesh detaches from mine as he studies me keenly.

“Breathe.” He whispers against my quivering lips. Those words felt like casting a spell and my lungs slowly take in the air upon his command.

His lips again brush mine as he kisses me deeply this time. I close my eyes and let the sensation take over me, giving me what I was craving for.

Like magnets, our lips combine and move in a slow seductive dance. I feel my lips parting wider for him as he slides his buttery smooth tongue into my mouth, flirting with my tongue, tasting me, teasing me.

His chest presses into mine and I moan in his mouth as he sucks on to my lips and tongue while urging me to get closer to him.

I move willingly, my hands clasp those sturdy arms at his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingers as I hold them for life.

Our lips part with heavy breaths and heaving chests. My body feels alive with excitement and passion runs through my bones. It feels so good to be held in his arms, to be pressed against him, my breast crushed against his beating heart. *Everything feels foreign and perfect.*

“I missed you.” I tell him my deepest emotion that has been distorting inside of me for days.

Ceasar’s lips curl up in a sly grin as he looks down at me victoriously. My body quivers beneath his stare, at the sudden electric sparks that pulsate between us.

His thumb strokes my swollen lip as he hums in his deep husky voice. I close my eyes and enjoy his torturous touch.

“What the hell are you two doing?”

Suddenly my whole body jolts up in fear, shock and panic as I hear a loud, outrageous growl percolating through me like a lethal warning.

I take a sharp frightening gasp as I see Ceasar standing in the hallway with a towel around his neck and his eyes infuriatingly narrowed towards me and the guy in whose arms I am dangling.

Wait! Ceasar?

If he is Ceasar th-then? Then who? Then who is this? The one I was kissing?

My eyes bulge out in shock as the man in black shirt suddenly straightens up leaving me cold and unwanted as he faces the furious man across the hall and sneers arrogantly,

“Hello, brother.”