Fifty four

Our lips remained glued, never once separating, as I helped Mene undress. We both took our time, giving our tongues time to get a fill each other which they'd surely missed from spending hours apart, as we tugged off all Mene's clothes till his boxer briefs, the very last bit of clothing he had on fell to the floor. He led me to the bed and sat me down before kneeling before me. I parted my legs, blood pumping faster in my veins with anticipation of what was coming next.

My head fell back when I felt the heat from his tongue on my clit and my hands made their way to his braids, weaving into them.

"Fuck. I'm addicted to your taste. Touch your tits for me". I did as he ordered, my hands leaving his head to my mouth. I let my tongue swirl on my fingers, wetting them before I sent to my nipples and started rubbing on them.

"Good. Just like that". He praised, his eyes focused on my breasts while his finger caressed my clit and the skin surrounding it. "Keep touching it. I want to see how you please yourself". I applied some more pressure to my nipple and whimpered when waves of pleasure clashed at my core.

"Good girl. Time for your reward".

Goosebumps littered on my skin when he blew some air to my clit and my breath came out in loud pants when he spread out the lips of my folds and sucked harder on my clit. My hands left my nipples, dropping to his hair and he stopped immediately, his lips glistening with my arousal as he glared at me.

"If you stop touching your breasts, I'll stop. Now keep touching them till I tell you to stop". I complied instantly, my hands flying back to my chest to knead my breasts and fondle my nipples. Mene lowered his head back to my thigh and resumed his ministrations, nibbling, licking and sucking my most intimate part.

The room was quiet except for my breathy moans, the sound of Mene sucking on my clit and his satisfied groans.

"I need a taste". I begged him. He understood what I was asking for immediately and he replaced his mouth with three of his fingers, ramming them into me as he captured my lips. I moaned at the taste of my pussy flooded my senses, my hands still playing with my breasts while he fucked me with his fingers.

"See how sweet you are". He pointed out in between our sloppy kiss. "That's why I don't mind kneeling in between your legs and sucking this pussy till I die".

"Oh, baby". I moaned around his mouth, feeling my orgasm rounding the corner. "Don't ever stop".

And Mene didn't. He kissed me ardently as his fingers pushed me towards that brink of pleasure and I screamed when I finally combusted. My muscles latched onto his fingers as I moaned into his mouth while my body spiraled out of control, vibrating from the force of my orgasm.

Mene pushed his fingers which had been in me in my mouth when I finally came down from my high and I lapped unto it, licking myself from his hand. He kissed me once more before he pulled me to the bed with him, letting me lie on his chest with my leg draped on his waist, while his fingers massaged my scalp.

The silence that enveloped us afterward was well welcomed, as our gazes perched on different places; mine on the window while his remained on the ceiling. My mind started searching for ways to bring up the conversation, ways to ask him about what had happened during his stay in the UK without him wondering how I got to find out about it. Mene was a smart man. He might want to start doing some digging up on me to find out what I've been up to and that was the last thing I wanted. My life would be ruined if that happened.

"Are you dating that man?" Mene finally asked, breaking up the silence and building up tension.

I was about to ask him what man when my mind brought our argument back to my recollection.

"No". That was all I said. He didn't need to know that Bernard had a strong crush on me.

"Why did you meet with him?"

I swallowed back my defiance. I badly wanted to tell him how that was none of his business because it honestly wasn't. I wasn't married to him, even if I was that didn't give him the right to police my movement. The fact that I wasn't dating him was enough explanation.

But I wanted peace to reign. There was no way I would be able to handle another argument from the way my head was banging.

"He's an old friend. We met to catch up".

"Why did you cry?"

Fucking Dogo. I can't believe he told Mene that when he knew the kind of person he was. That man was now officially my sworn enemy.

"He told me something that made me cry. Don't ask. It's personal".

"I wasn't planning on asking". He said in a dejected tone that made me peek up at him from his chest. His gaze was still fixed on the ceiling but there was a weird look on his face, like he was battling with a troubling thought.

"Are you okay?"

He looked down at me and feigned a smile. "Of course, I am. Why are you asking?"

My eyes remained on him even when he went back to the ceiling. I tried to imagine this face in front of me brutally stabbing people to death and once again, the image couldn't be formed. The skeptical look on his face made him look like a baby who needed help in crossing an express road, not some hideous monster.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Is that a crime?" I retorted and he chuckled, the sound vibrating off the part of his chest where my head lay. "I want to ask you a question".

"Shoot".

"Why are you on bad terms with your father?" His hands on my scalp stilled in their massage.

"Who told you that?"

"I'm not dumb, Mene. I could tell. Suka also told me". I murmured in explanation. He released a shaky breath and sat up, making me straddle him while my head remained on his chest and my arms wrapped around him.

"I thought we agreed that families were off the table".

"For that day". I reframed. "Don't you think that it's a little bit weird that we don't know things about each other and we're in a serious relationship?"

He stayed quiet for a while like he was considering my words before he replied to me. "I'll tell you on one condition".

"Name it".

"Come and work for me".

I leaned back to search his eyes for seriousness and my lips parted slightly, my brows furrowing when I found no atom of joke in them.

"You're not serious". I muttered, even though I knew he was. I wanted him to convince me that he was. You know, a person can look like they mean something when they don't mean it. That might be the case here.

"I'm dead ass". He insisted. "Tell me you'll work for me and I'll tell you everything".

I started detaching myself from him but he wrapped his arms around me, hooking me in place but I wasn't having it.

"Let me go".

"Tarila, why must everything end on an argument?" He released a tired sigh, refusing to budge while I fought to release myself from his hold.

"That's because you're being unreasonable. You know I can't do that". He finally released me and shuffled away from him, sitting at the corner of the bed.

"Who told you you can't?"

"I can't quit working for your mother and start working for you because we're dating. How will your mother take that?"

"You are not her daughter. She shouldn't give a shit about what you do". He folded his arms on his chest, his voice remaining calm in contrast to mine which had risen an octave.

"So what? I resigned from her and she sees a couple of days after working as your assistant? How would you do take that it was you?"

He raised his hands, shaking his head slowly. "As far as my mother is the subject, my empathy is lost. I don't care how she takes it".

His words didn't only bring what Bernard said about his mother to my mind but also caused something to unravel before me. Mene has only had negative things to say about his mother ever since I started working for her. The first day we were together in the same space after our encounter at the Eden, he asked me if she treated me weirdly and I'd gotten mad and left the car. I'd thought the reason he was acting like that was because he didn't approve of Suka's friendship but I was wrong. Mene knew something about Dr Mary. Something I needed to know.

"Fine. I'll work for you".

I was surprised the smile on his face didn't tear his lips apart from how wide they were. He had the same look a child would have when they're finally gifted their favorite toy. He started moving towards me to embrace me but I recoiled, making him cease in his attempt. I was still quite mad at him for placing a condition before he told me about himself.

Something in my mind reminded me that I was going against Bobby but I pushed the thought away. Curiosity and the determination to live had somehow chased away any kind of fear I had for that man. Bernard also said this had been a trap all along so I was dead meat no matter what I did. Since I was already in a tight corner, I had more gain by being on Mene's side. One, I was certain I would be able to find information about both him and Dr Mary the longer I stayed with him. He was only reluctant because he didn't trust me yet. Two, Mene would protect me with everything he had. At least, I was sure that Mene didn't want my downfall unlike Dr Mary so I was safe with him. Bobby won't also be able to harm me with someone like Dogo around.

"So what am I going to work as?"

"My assistant". He rose from the bed with a sigh, stretching his hands above his head. My eyes fell on his perfectly toned lean body and I didn't know when my tongue swiped on my lips, my body getting hot despite the air conditioning in the room.

Focus, Tarila!

"What about your current personal assistant?" I demanded, forcing my mind to focus on the subject at hand instead of his hot body.

"That psycho who's obsessed with pornography and eye fucks any woman who enters my office? I'll be firing the moment you start working for me. Which brings me to my next question, when are you resigning?" He asked, dragging his trousers up his legs and fastening the buttons.

"When do you want me to resign?" I replied. I didn't feel like working for her after everything I'd heard today.

He stretched his hand out for me to take and once I placed my hand in his, he pulled me to my feet and threw his shirt over me, helping me button it.

"I'll be answering all your questions after we eat. Including the one about my father".