The Call

Cedrick's Point of View.

"Oh! Speaking of Sherin. She's here! Look! She's in another man's arm. You're late bro." I tormented Luther after hearing what he said but did not look at what he was teaching. He always had pranks and jokes. I am doubting if that was even true.

"I have no interest to compete with the man around her if that happens. Sherin is theirs. But I will not allow her to enter into a relationship while we have an agreement." I said.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Why? Are you scared? Are you jealous, dude?"

I laughed sarcastically at what he just said and then shook my head arrogantly.

"Why would I be jealous? It wasn't like that. You know what rotates between me and Sherin. Who knows? If her man isn't tested and positive with HIV. I don't want to get infected." I said, unable to avoid moaning.

He gave me a nod as if he didn't believe what I said. I frowned. Is this really my best friend? He motioned his hand onto the garden in front of my mansion.

"HIV, huh? Well, look at them." This time, I turned to see what he was looking at and saw Sherin in the arms of the man who took her the other night.

My head got hot and I was about to explode with anger but I noticed the condition of the woman I allowed to live in my house for free. She was not the usual Sherin I was always having sex with. She was the Sherin whom I never happened to see and only now.

It was like a wilted vegetable while holding Trevor and supporting him to walk. From afar I knew something was wrong with her. Sherin doesn't like this. SHe is always energetic and strong.

But now... She seems to be weak and I think that in just a blink, she will fall asleep. When they finally got close to me, I stood up because her lips were so pale. I don't know what was this thing that is building up inside my chest and I seemed to hug her out of pity.

"You might be Sherin's cousin." Those words ran all throughout my mind over and over again. As if, it was driving me crazy, madly, irritatedly in a fact that, that asshole called me as Sherin's cousin and I don't know why my damn mind couldn't just accept it.

Like, yes, that was the thing we often used when someone happened to ask what our connections were. But when this motherfucker asked... My fist seemed to want to land on his face. I wanted to throw him away from this house and also away from Sherin.

He even planned to take Sherin to her room but I didn't agree. No, I will never ever let her see Sherin's room, even if Sherin wants it, I don't want to. I will not agree because first, this is my house, I own it, I should decide. He has no right.

I volunteered to deliver Sherin into her room.

Ipicked him up because I couldn't bear to see him like this. It is very difficult for him to walk and I know he is only forcing himself. And why I couldn't guess why that man let her walk towards this house? He can carry Sherin with that body of his. I thought... he likes Sherin.

I have no assurance if she likes Sherin. But that's what I noticed. A man will never offer for help and give care to the woman if he doesn't feel anything towards her. And that Trevor's actions were doubtful. I doubt that he did it because they were only friends.

He did it with purpose. He really was.

I carried Sherin into her room. While he was lifted from my arms, I could still smell his hair. It was as if... the fresh and smooth scent like a sweet vanilla. It was addicting to sniff and it seemed like I needed this kind of smell until the end. It sends an overwhelming feeling through my soul.

How could this woman manage to have this beautiful smell?

When I laid her on the bed, my twin got angry inside my pants. She was laying on the bed and her skirt was a little bit folded upwards, making me see the precious pair of legs she has. I gulped with the enticing view. Her legs were an inch parted and I could see her panties. I got shocked and later shook my head.

Was she used to go to her school only with her skirt and panties? When has it been set up like this? Did it start ever since her studies began? Is he really this comfortable around him? What if someone accidentally tripped on the ground and happened to hold on to her skirt and tear it off?

I asked her if she wanted to have a change of clothes when she tried to sleep with her school clothes. And she agreed and asked me to wipe her body using a cold and clean towel. She was completely naked when I came back. My goddamn throat went dey while staring at her unrobed body.

My manhood stood like a still while watching her forcing herself to sit down. I got even more hungry when my eyes stuck to those pair of her soft-rich-breasts.

I bit my tongue fighting the urge to fuck her. Shit. I could not understand myself why I always have this libido when it comes to her. The night I had sex with Elise... It was not the same feeling as I felt towards Sherin.

Like, as if there was still something missing through my intimate connections with my girlfriend unlike when I'm in bed with Sherin. And that is why I am pissed. I should have been feeling more about my bed time with Elise than Sherin.

But it was a total of more different. And I hate to say that I enjoy fucking with Sherin compared to Elise who is currently my girlfriend and I maybe like a dumb asshole. I helped Sherin wear her clothes even her undies.

Upon pushing her panties upwards to cover her great delicacy, my hands were shaking. This is not me. I never tremble when I'm in front of someone

naked woman. My penis just stood hard but my hands would remain still and unshaky unlike today.

I noticed that Sherin raised her butt so that maybe I could do my job properly but I only drooled more. That fat between his thighs, only grew more and more, I shivered more and more. I quickly put her panties on her and was about to stand up but I couldn't stop my sinful hand. I cupped her precious between and felt how soft it was.

Holy crap. Her delicacy was beating and I know she likes my palm.

I wanted to insert a finger inside her, tap and play with her clit and taste her delicious cum. But I know she wasn't feeling better and that won't help her get well. So even though I knew he was enjoying it, I didn't do it. I was ashamed of what I did to touch her femininity despite her fever so I apologized to her for the first time. I'm sorry. I apologized to him.

I do not like it. I don't like touching her when she's weak and unable to respond. It seemed like I was abusing or raping her. No, that is not my thing.

Luther left the room first when Sherin fell asleep on my chest. I'm still slowly touching his forehead and I can't take my eyes off his face. Her eyes were calmly closed. He sleeps soundly and is very gentle to watch. As if he is an angel sent by heaven, the opposite of his appearance when he is in bed, under me. When we were fucking... She's like a damn sexy and cool and hot evil who came up to my house to seduce me and make me the sinful person in the world.

After I laid her down properly on the bed and dressed her, I went out of her room and as I was going down the stairs, my cell phone rang. Some unfamiliar number is calling and of course I do not have any idea on who it was.

I slid my thumb to the right to answer the call and placed it near my ear. "Yes? This is Chief Executive... Cedrick Wagner." I started the conversation.

I heard a man cough on the other line."Oh, good afternoon. This is Trevor Cervantes, Sherin's blockmate. The one who sent her to your home lately." I could not understand why my heart beat heavy and fast like I was going to be mad.

My sight became firm as my brows slightly crossed hard. I looked at the living room where Luther was sitting, he was on all fours while his left hand rested on the back rest of the couch. Before I spoke, I made sure that my most serious voice would be heard by the man who called my phone.

"How did you get my number?" I let him feel the purity in my voice.

"I asked the university." I was even more annoyed by what he admitted. God. Why did their university do this? Do they now have the rights to leak the private information of their students?

"Then the University gave it to you?" I asked in too much disappointment and disbelief.

"Yeah? Maybe?"

"Fuck. It was a private information of their Student so why were they giving it? They'll pay for this." I was shaking my head yet I am very serious about it. Who are they to do this? They should learn their lesson and I could not stand with this. It might happen again to others. Well, what if the person asking for the information is a criminal and what's worse... It asked for their student's location and they fucking gave it? Will they really ruin the lives of their students?

"Uh, no. I don't have any bad intentions. It's me and all the information from me and Sherin is safe."

"I don't think so," My voice was full of sarcasm.

"I am a trust worthy person, Sir." He reasoned out.

I almost laughed. Funny him. "So what do you need?" I told him directly even though I knew what he was going to ask. He might be asking for Sherin's situation. Like he would be able to look like the great and worth it man in Sherin's eyes.

"I have no Sherin's phone number so I called you. I just wanna talk to her." And then I was right. I have never been wrong. He wants to talk to Sherin but... I don't want to.

So I closed my mouth and sighed. "She was sleeping and resting at this moment. Don't dare to bother her." I said with finality and a little bit mixture of threat.

"Is she fine?" he asked.

"She was always fine." I said and sat on the couch, sitting down. The gaze is sharp now.

"I think you are wrong with that." My gaze became sharper when I heard what he said. He thinks I was wrong with it, huh? With... She was always fine? Why won't she be okay with me? I was taking care of her when she felt so weak... I fed her and let her rest and did not allow her to do some house chores. I never gave him a heavy job. I paid her tuition fee and asked her professors to make Sherin excused for the activities for a while since she was sick.

I did that because I didn't want her to have too much tasks and stress her over studying. I also don't want her to lose time for me just because of her studies. And say more of that man that Sherin is not okay? As if this idiot is making it look like I'm torturing the life of a woman who lives freely in my house.

Then what is not okay with it? She was living like a queen in my house. No matter what... I never tired her. I never tortured her. But maybe in bed? I let him pant, get tired, scream in pain, in pleasure, but we both like it. I am hundred percent sure she likes me fucking her sometimes.