Chapter 111 Triple Shooting {10}
Memorable?
What the hell was he thinking? How could he allow himself to be manipulated by Saraphina?
And when he looked down at her, he felt a slow disgust stirring inside him.
He withdrew his shaft and cussed himself silently.
Had he foolishly forgotten himself and had spilled inside of her?
Gosh, what was he thinking?
She leaned forward to plant a kiss on his mouth but he snapped his face away, tidied himself and got himself out of the car.
The phone let out a loud cry. Lucas cussed again when he noticed the name on his phone.
"You wouldn't kiss me after this, do I irritate you that much?" Saraphina asked him, her green gaze probed Lucas' eyes from the rear mirror as soon as he got into the Porsche.
"Are you done wearing your clothes?" He ignored her question.
She scoffed, flickering her tongue on her lips. She was hurt to notice how the aftermath of their act had tainted his mood.
He hadn't been like this when her father had made love to him.
Why was he treating her like she was sin?
Well, she would show him that a sin could be wanted however detested the sound of her may be.
"I'll make sure you do want me every single damn time," she assured him in a subtle tone.
Lucas drew in a sharp breath, "this was a mistake. You pushed me into this and I promise you that it will never happen again."
She only let her lips spread wide in a grand smile as they drove on in silence.
They arrived in an exquisite environment with front lawns and a garden at the side.
Mrs Inklings, Boss' older aunt whom Boss had grown with lived alone with her pet cat, Bowie.
While she chatted with Saraphina in the kitchen happily, Lucas was on the phone with Briana.
"You haven't been picking up my calls, Lucas. You have me worried." Brianna said at the other end.
"I'm fine," Lucas touched his temples, frustrated by how swift his life was moving.
About a week back, he'd been struggling to hold on to the last thread of his job, barely even had a woman who would accept him because of how haggard he looked.
He only had his hand to stroke his throbbing dick just to make him feel alive which resulted in him hating the fact that this was what would become of him.
Now, he had a well paying job, and three individuals who wanted him at every fucking time.
He was gradually becoming frustrated. And he thought Briana would be more matured to understand the fact that he also was a busy man.
"Can you just stop buzzing my phone? I'm perfectly okay." He said to her.
"Okay, okay. Don't take it out on me. You were the one not picking your calls and I had no other means of reaching you.....,"
"Briana, can you please just stop? You are bigger than this, older and should know better....."
"What's that suppose to mean?" She interrupted him.
"I mean you're not a child, I mean, how old are you again.....,"
"Lucas," she called, "just because I care about you, you decide to rub my age on my face?" Her tone had taken a change.
Lucas slapped his temples again. She was obviously pissed by his words. He hadn't meant to.
"I'm..." Before he could apologize, Briana cut the call on him.
He sighed, and turned to enter the house. Mrs. Inklings perched by the side of the entrance, a hand on her waist while she eyed him.
"Women problem, is it?" She asked him.
He tried a shrug, hoping that she hadn't heard all of his conversation with Briana.
"Come on in, you need to eat and forget all of that. If she's yours, she would return," she waved him in, patting his back as he strolled in.
Mrs Inklings was quite the warm and affectionate woman, once widowed and had taken Boss as her son after he had lost both parents to a fatal accident. She only chose to reverend the memories of her late husband without taking unto herself a second husband.
But there was a man though by the corner, her late husband's brother who would render her senseless most nights, tear her asunder and make her surrender.
He was the one who trained Boss, who gave Boss the edge and made him who he was. But she never married him.
Lucas listened to her tell her story when Saraphina wasn't at earshot.
"She's too young to hear about such scintillating stories," Mrs Inklings whispered to Lucas.
Lucas grinned at that, "too young, but was able to ride him so well?" He thought to himself.
He gritted his teeth, hating himself for recalling such an entanglement.
"Where's your husband's brother now?" Lucas pried further, enjoying the story despite himself.
"He's six feet below. Died 10 years back. Saraphina loved him too, and we all miss him." She replied, her lips curling up in a painful smile.
She gestured him towards the dinning table which had a coloured cover draped over the table and its edges grazing the marbled floor.
Lucas took an empty seat as Saraphina joined them afterwards.
"Let me get our dessert," Mrs Inklings said to them in a bright smile.
Saraphina watched her move towards the kitchen, threw a quick wink at Lucas and she crouched under the table.
"What are you doing, Saraphina?" He whispered.