Fifty

"So are you ready to tell me the reason behind your little drama today?" Mene asked from behind me. We were on the bed, lying on our sides with our bodies pressed against each other.

I hesitated a bit before I spoke. "I was jealous". There was no need to lie. I didn't even have the strength to lie or pretend. I wanted to let him know about everything. "You gave me space immediately we got to the hall and the only person that had your attention was Mirabel. I didn't like it". I couldn't even hide my spite as it rolled off my tongue with my tone.

"Look at me".

I did as he asked, wincing as I turned around in his arms to face him. My muscles were spent from the brutal fuck we just had and I guessed even Mene noticed how tired I was from how he pulled me on his body instead of letting me lie by my side. His hands move to knead my ass and I sighed, my eyes closing in bliss.

"There's no need to be jealous of Mirabel. She's just a family friend".

"Did you guys ever have sex?"

"Just once. Before she got married. It was just a one-time thing and we were both drunk".

I should be relieved by that but the vision of them together had already created an acidic effect in my mind, threatening to burn me alive from the inside out. I was certain that would be the only thing I would think of whenever I saw them together.

"She wants you again".

"I'm aware. She's told me countless times". Jesus. What a shameless bitch. "But it's not going to happen. Her husband might not be my friend but he's one of my diligent workers. I can't hurt him like that and secondly, I'm not attracted to her. Why would I be when..." I giggled as he paused to spank my ass. "... I'm madly obsessed and in love with the most beautiful woman on this planet".

The smile on my face froze and so did the blood streaming through my veins. Those words kept ringing in my ear over and over again.

Mene just said he's in love with me.

Mene just said he's in love with me!

I sat up on his thighs and bit my lip as the movement made my clit brush against his dick. This man has turned me into a sex maniac. How could I still feel horny after the series of riveting orgasms I just had an hour ago?

But that wasn't what was of importance right now.

"Did you just say you're madly in love with me?"

That admiration was back there in his eyes as he stared at me and this time it was coupled with something that looked like gratitude and a small smile on his lips. "You're fucking beautiful. I love your new hair".

I dragged his hand from my braids and pinned it with the other above his head. "Don't change the subject. Answer me". I heard what he said clearly but I wanted him to say it again. I wanted to know that he was sure of what he just said.

He threw his head back, bursting into fits of laughter and my eyes retracted in confusion. "Why are you laughing?"

"Cause you're funny. You're right here in my bed, as sexy, hot and beautiful as you are, pinning my hands over my head with your pussy on my dick asking me if I love you? I was crazy mad at you but yet my heart couldn't fucking function properly because it needed to see you and so I drove over to your house that morning like a fool and yet you're here asking me if I love you? I and Kufre spent weeks searching the whole of Nigeria for you after I met you at the Eden just so I could see you again and yet you're here asking me if I love you".

Tears occupied my eyes as he rolled me over to my back. The last time I felt like this was when I got my first salary and was finally able to get whatever I needed.

Hell, I was even happier than I was then. It was like a garden had blossomed in my heart. Even if I were to die right now, I would die happily because I knew that Mene loved me.

Those tiny thoughts reeled in my mind in an attempt to consume me with guilt at how I had no right to be happy because I was sent here to ruin his life. Those thoughts were however subdued by the intensity of this moment. My subconscious fought back in my favor, telling those thoughts that even though my identity here was fake, whatever we were feeling right here was real. This moment was real and that's all that mattered.

"And I can't even be ashamed about it". He shook his head with a bitter laugh. "That's why I don't give two fucks about my mother finding out about us or your roommate wondering if I was mad when I stepped into your house that day asking of you. I would be a dead man walking without you in my life. I don't even care if you don't feel..."

"I feel the same way". My hands curved around his neck as I confessed. He stilled as those words left my lips. "I've felt the same way for a while now but I was scared to tell you because I was scared you didn't feel the same way and you would turn me down".

"Even a ghost won't turn down a woman like you". He told me, making me chuckle. I felt my heart constrict, almost bursting from passion when he kissed the tears that had fallen to my cheeks and pressed two big kisses to my closed lids.

More tears streamed down my eyes and soon enough, I was shaking and sniffing from an intense emotion. "I'm sorry". I told him, humiliated. I can't believe I'm crying in such a beautiful moment.

You know what?

Fuck that.

I couldn't believe I was crying in such a beautiful moment. I'd never experienced what it felt to be loved by a man. All the men I've ever met in this life treated me like shit and I almost gave up on love.

Mene didn't only show me that love existed but he also showed me what it felt like. That someone like me was also worth that crippling intoxicating feeling everyone in this world was obsessed about.

"Don't ever be sorry and don't ever be jealous of Mirabel or any other woman because this right here..." He took one of my hands from his neck and placed it on his chest, "... beats for only you".

My throat rippled with multiple emotions. "I'm glad".

"You should be and do you know the best part?" He doesn't even let me answer before he starts moving down my body till his head is positioned in between my thighs. "You're the only lady that Mene Afeelo goes down on".

I don't even get to process that information as his lips covered my clit. My hands flew to grab his head as he parted me with his hands, exposing the most intimate part of me to him before he rubbed his tongue up and down my length. My thighs were on fire from the desire tingling within them causing them to impulsively tighten around his head.

"Oh, Mene, it's so good". I cried as he started french kissing my clitoris, and he groaned his approval, his tongue moving like it had been pushed to the fastest it could go. The tears gushing down my eyes this time were pleasure tears. Tears from how good this head was. Normally, Mene gave good head but this particular one was the best. It was like he was rewarding me for loving him back or something.

When he pushed two fingers into me, stretching me, my orgasm slammed into me like a truck that had lost control. He kept sucking me till I rode off the last wave of pleasure before he moved back on my body. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he kissed me. I let my tongue collide with him with a sigh as my hands moved to knead his powerful arms. He had the kind of arms women love, you know, the kind that made you feel like you're protected and safe in them.

My legs wrapped around his waist just as his dick poked at my pussy and I bit his lip as he teased me, pushing only the tip in and then bringing it out and rubbing it on my clit. He groaned at my assault but still didn't stop till I was a shameless whimpering mess begging him to fuck me.

"Exactly the words I wanted to hear". He nodded in approval before plunging into me, giving me exactly what I wanted.

"Yes". I moaned, my back arching at how deep he was. "I love you baby".

Mene's face broke into a beautiful smile. "You don't know how much I've longed to hear those words. I fucking love you more, sweetheart".

His thrusts were slow and calculated and that's when I realized that we were making love. Our eyes were fixed on each other, our hearts aligned and our intimate parts fused in a way that nothing could ever separate them.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow". I confessed honestly. The number of sex I've had these past few days was enough to cripple me.

"And I'll gladly carry you wherever you want".

"I'm going back to your family house tomorrow".

"That's true. You're resuming tomorrow". I chuckled at how much he failed at masking his disappointment. "How can I make you come work for me?" He asked and to bribe me, angled his hips in a way that he hit my g-spot as he fucked me, making my legs curl and my grip tighten on his arm.

"Oh God, don't stop".

"Will you work for me if I don't?"

"Mene, we've talked about..." He hits my g-spot again and again, each movement erupting high-pitched moans from me and robbing me of speech.

Wicked man.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I could fuck this pussy forever and never get tired. Fucking heaven. Now, come for me". He ordered those words with a bite to my earlobe while his fingers moved in between us to circle my clit. "I want to feel that sweet cum on my dick".

Those words were all it took.

I thrashed and bucked beneath him as I came harder than I ever have. I screamed till I choked on air, the orgasm threatening to eat me alive. I didn't even know how I survived it.

"That's my girl". Mene said, planting a kiss on my cheek before burying his face in my neck as he chased his release which came a few seconds later. He dropped beside me and pulled me to his side, kissing my forehead. "You're my match, Tarila. Thank you for existing".

If anyone had told me that I'd slept all through the night with a smile on my face, I wouldn't have doubted them the least. For the first time in my life, I was genuinely happy and at peace, and I wanted it to stay this way forever.