Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Don't want to know what he has to say, because he ends up saying rubbish.
"Alright" he said before driving off.
My mind drifted to Catherine, for now she is the only woman that has tickled my fancy and won't be satisfied until I have her. I love the way she trembles in my hold and awakens the beast in me.
These past few days, I have been restraining myself from touching her but don't think I can hold on much longer. I can feel every ounce of restraint breaking. I can't count how many cold showers I have taken because of her.
I want to kiss her suckling lips till it becomes tender and caress her perfect breast, taking each nipple into my mouth, sucking hard till she moans calling out my name.
"Hey bro, are you alright?" Michael asked breaking my sinful thought
"Y..yeah I'm fine," I said, adjusting myself. Suddenly his car seems so small and hot, this is what she does to me every damn time!
"No man, I don't think so. You're sweating and the car is freaking cold" he said, concern evident on his face.
" I said I'm fine! Please you need to concentrate on the road" I said, trying to divert his attention so I could adjust my pants, the protrusion of my dick is evident, I hope he hasn't seen it.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. This woman will be the death of me.
"We're here" Michael said out of the blue as he pulled in front of a big brown gate.
He honked and waited for the security man to open the gate. Immediately he drove in, I saw a woman standing far in front of the house. Wearing something that looks like a collar print geometric dress, due to the wind her dress keeps flowing in the air.
She looks so familiar, but before I could see her face she turned and entered the house. Oh no..shit! I looked at Michael so angry, it is all his fault. He keeps turning round looking for a place to park when there are numerous space available
"Will you just park the damn car!" I yelled, pouring out my anger on him
"Okay okay, chill. Lately you have been screaming" he said before finally parking.
"And lately you have been annoying" I retorted as I stepped out of the car.
"Hey man slow down." He called out as he tried to keep up. Ignoring him, I increased my pace.
"Hey man, I said slow down" he called out again
"Stop whining and increase your pace"
Finally, Michael caught up with me as I got to the door. "Why are you in a hurry? I'm the guest here, not you" he said, panting.
"Will you ring the bell or what?" I asked, frustrated.
"Oh sorry, just a little bit nervous."
Surprised at his response, I looked at him "Who gets nervous meeting his fiance? You are a mess bro" I chuckled, this guy is just something else.
"It happens to me whenever I'm meeting my crush for the first time." He said as he press the bell
Now I am lost as to what he is talking about. Trying to understand him is equivalent to having a headache, I will rather not inquire further.
Standing at the door waiting for someone to let us in I use the opportunity to look at the house. From up close I can see the house needs refurbishing, although beautiful some things were outdated.
An average middle aged man opened the door. We exchanged greetings and followed behind him. The interior of the house is way better than the exterior, It seems they put in more effort in the interior. It has the homely feel to it, but nothing too fancy or extravagant.
It is either they like it simple or do not have enough resources to make it fancier. Something tells me it is the latter. As we got close to the sitting room I could hear the voices of women chatting and giggling.
But a particular voice caught my attention, no it can't be her. The women were so engrossed in whatever they were saying they didn't notice our presence.
The blonde was touching the dress of the other woman, the dress looks exactly like the dress I saw earlier. Yes! I will get to see her face. Stretching my neck, I tried to look at her face but the obstruction was just too much.
"Sorry for interrupting ma'am, you have a guest."
"Please let him in," said the blonde, unaware we were already in.
"Baby" Michael said as he hugged his fiance who happens to be the blonde.
He kissed her passionately. It started as a simple kiss but turned quickly into passion. Feeling awkward I looked down, this is not the place for Michael to do this, I thought he was nervous some minutes ago, who can understand this man.
Just when I was about to tap Michael, someone ran into me. Quickly I caught her before she fell, gently I helped her stand straight. In the process I inhaled her sweet familiar scent which can only belong to one person,.. Catherine.
I looked down and our eyes locked. I can't believe it, the woman in my arms wearing that beautiful dress is Catherine. No wonder she looks so familiar, I kept looking at her without blinking, afraid she might varnish.
She looks so beautiful standing in my arms looking flustered,can't take my eyes off her. I can see she is as shocked as me. Who would know that my day will turn out like this. Standing right in front of me is Catherine, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
I pulled her closer, love the feel of her soft body on mine. I don't want this moment to end, but Michael decided to ruin it as always by ending the kiss and saying rubbish.. foolish man
"I'm sorry guys, that must have been awkward. Babe I want you to meet Adam, my best friend turned brother.." he said smiling "...and Adam meet Patricia, the woman of my dreams" he finished placing a warm kiss on her forehead
Grudgingly freeing Catherine from my hold I extended my hand to Patricia as I said
"It's a pleasure to meet you"
"Same here." She shook my hand.
Patricia turned to Michael as she pulled Catherine until she was standing in front of Michael, and she said
"Michael, I want you to meet Catherine my younger sister, and Catherine meet Michael"
"It is nice to finally meet you" Came her sweet voice as she spoke gently to Michael. She extends her hand for a friendly handshake.
"Alright enough of the pleasantries, I am stealing Michael away. Hope you don't mind Adam" Patricia asked with concern.
Not at all, she can take him for hours I don't mind. I just need alone time with Catherine, the woman I can't seem to take my eyes off.
"No babe, I don't think Adam will be cool with it" Michael said, reasoning with Patricia
What! What is he saying? Immediately I spoke up
"No Michael you are wrong" then turning to Patricia I continued "You can take him, I will be fine" Smiling reassuringly to her.
Happily she took Michael's hand, taking him upstairs probably to her bedroom, not sure. Finally alone, I turn to Catherine, admiring her as she looks everywhere but my face.
CATHERINE POV
I watch as Patricia takes Michael away. My heart skipped as realization dawned on me, I am alone with my boss in my house. Oh my God, Adam is in my house!
How? This is so confusing.
Of all the friends Michael has to have, it just happens to be Adam. Or is he stalking me?
"W..what are y..you doing here?" I asked stuttering
"Is that what is most important, won't you offer me a seat first?" He asked, not taking his eyes off me
"Oh pardon my manners, p..please have your s..sit" I said looking at him trying to read his expression but as always, it was unreadable
"Thank you" he said as he took his seat.
Minutes passed and we just sat there in silence doing nothing, I can feel the tension in the air a knife can cut through it.
Turning my attention to him I try to make a conversation, the silence is unbearable. But, when I turned, Adam was sweating uncontrollably.
what! I freaked out, "Oh my! Are you okay? Adam You're sweating"
I searched around hoping to find something I can use to fan him. Although the weather is quite cold he is sweating, I hope he doesn't have a terminal illness.
Unable to find anything, I was left with the empty bowl that was used in serving the small chops. Although not perfect, this is a bit manageable.
Picking it I tried to fan him but he held my hands and stopped me. Maybe he thought I was trying to hit him with it or something. The sudden touch of his hands on mine caught me off guard, but he caught me before I could fall off the couch.
Before I knew what was happening, Adam was on top of me. Gently he wrapped one hand around me, possessively. I looked up at him, I saw desire in it as his eyes bore into mine.
His head started lowering to mine, moving close to my left ear. He whispered things to me, his hot breath on my ear triggered a sweet sensation awakening desire in me. I ache everywhere, especially my most feminine part.
"I want to kiss you,.." he said, placing soft kisses on my neck "Touch you," his hand trailed down my body slowly "and make passionate love to you until you scream my name begging for more"
