Chapter 24

Heather felt her face became red from anger. She hated the idea that Blake would meet one of his whores. She put back his phone back on the table and removed his arm on her body. He stirred but didn't wake up. She got up from the bed and marched into the bathroom.

"Hmm.. sweetheart?" Blake stirred when he felt the bed moved. With his eyes closed he smiled. He was sated but satisfied. Finally he got Heather. He had tasted her. The wait was all worth it. She was way much better than he expected. His opened his eyes when he heard the bathroom door opened. He frowned when he saw her. She was wearing a mini-dress which hugged her body like a second skin. She was showing some cleavage again. She had done her make-up too. She looked alluring.

"Sweetheart? Where are you going?" he asked with a heavy frown before he got up from the bed.

He walked to go near her. His lips formed a thin line when she stepped back from him. She went to the small dresser to get a bottle of perfume.

"Put your clothes on and leave. I have to go somewhere." She said in a cool voice as she sprayed perfume on her wrists and behind her ears.

Blake’s jaw clenched. "Where the fuck are you going dressed like that?" he asked angrily.

He had the sudden desire to be violent. They just made love and now she was acting as if nothing happened to them. She was leaving and didn’t even wake him up. Heather went to a small cabinet to choose a pair of footwear.

"Kevin and I have plans today." she said.

"WHAT?!” Blake’s voice thundered in the room.

She looked at his angry face with eyes like half slits. "You should get ready. Denice sent you a message saying that you will meet later at eleven. You don’t want to be late. It is half past ten already. Besides Kevin is waiting for me." she said with a poker face.

Blake cursed angrily. They just made love two hours ago and now she was saying that she was meeting an asshole? And she was wearing a tube blouse which revealed her cleavage.

Bullshit What happened to us didn’t mean a thing to her? He furiously asked himself.

Heather was startled when he swore angrily. For several seconds she was immobile but after a second or two, she raised a brow. She accidentally saw his manhood but she quickly took her eyes from it. Though they had sex twice already, she still felt a little awkward staring at it openly. She had her eyes on his face now.

"Blake stop eating pork. I think you have hypertension. It’s early in the morning and you are already pissed. I’ll see if I can go to your gym later. Maybe I will see you there.” She said sounding calm.

Because of this man she was able to learn how to control her emotions. She was jealous as hell and if she wasn’t controlling herself she would tie him up on a tree without his clothes on. She would pour maple syrup all over his body especially his dick. She wondered how many ants would go to him. His body would be swollen after an army of ants was done with him. But of course she won’t do that. She would let him loose control because of jealousy. Reverse psychology worked most of the time.

“Are you going with that asshole because you are jealous of Denice?!” Blake asked through gritted teeth. He badly wanted to release his anger. He promised himself that once he saw Kevin, he would beat him to a pulp. Heather reading Denice’s message didn’t anger him. He was mad because it seemed that she didn’t really care that she had let him possessed her twice already. She was treating everything very casually.

He raked his hand through his hair and angrily then got his briefs and pants so he could put them on. Heather could see how pissed he was. His neck was red which meant that he was furious. She shook her head.

"Why would I be jealous? We are not a couple. As you said we are just sex mates. “ She said and pretended to be looking for something in her bag.

“We had a deal that I won’t see other women and you will not go out with any assholes!”

She looked at him. She almost sighed in relief because finally he was now in his pants. He was still bare-chested though but it was better than a few moments ago. She tried not to look at his yummy upper body. She really had to guard her heart. This man wasn’t only hot as hell, he was a beast in bed too. How could she blame all the females who were dying to be his woman. She was jealous but she'd rather die than admit it especially to him.

She sighed. "Will you just look at your phone? It looks like nothing changed between Denice and you. I’m sorry if I read her message. I was just curious. Check your bitch’s message. You don’t want her to wait for you for a long time.”

"I don’t fucking care if she messaged me! I haven’t seen her nor talk to her yet so she still doesn’t know that I won’t see her again.” He said before coming near her.

He was very near her. He wasn’t touching her but she could feel the heat came up her body. She turned away and pretended to check if the windows were locked. She would never let him see how he affected her. He would be more conceited if he knew. Then his phone started ringing. Blake cursed when he saw the caller but he didn't answer it.

"Why not take the call? It's okay. I won’t listen." she said and moved to walk past him but he grabbed her arm.

Blake told himself last night that he would deal with the feelings that Heather had been causing him to have. What he was feeling now was stronger compared to what he felt when he was with Kristel. He hadn’t felt any jealousy when he was with his ex. Now due to jealousy he was ready to smack assholes. He had to deal with his jealousy right now before he would get violent. He would deal with his other feelings much later.

Heather looked sharply at his hand on her arm. "Let go. You got what you wanted and now you you want to manhandle me again?” she asked chillingly.

"Here take my phone! You can tell Denice that I already have a girlfriend.” He handed her his phone.

Heather remembered what Stacey told her about Blake not wanting any commitment. She felt like Helen of Troy, the face that launched a thousand ships. She couldn't believe that she had a power over this certified womanizer . She hid a smile. He mustn’t know how elated she was because of what he said. She raised her left brow.

"Are you sure? According to you we are just bedmates so I don't think I have the right to do that." she said and swallowed a giggle when he cursed.

"Didn’t you hear what I just said?! I told you to call her and talk to her! HERE! Take my damn phone!" He sounded irritated.

She took it from him. "I hope you are not angry sweetheart. You sounded like you are.” " She said in a sugary tone..

He brushed his hair with his hand as he heaved a sigh. "Just do it sweetheart! I'll make us some breakfast." he said before heading to the door.

"Go get change because you are not going anywhere! We will talk over breakfast!” He said with finality.

Heather smiled when he was gone. Her plan was actually working. She dialed Denice's number.

"Baby? "Came Denice’s voice which wiped off her smile.

She was planning to not speak yet and just listen to the bitch first. She wanted to hear what the other woman had to say so she stopped herself from blowing her bubbles.

"Where are you? I am on my way to our meeting place baby. I am wearing a new underwear. It’s your favorite color." The other woman said huskily.

Heather gritted her teeth. She was wondering what color that pervert liked. She was going to piss him later because at the moment she was furious.

"Baby are you there?"

"No he's not. He doesn't want to talk to you much more see you again." She said in a cold voice.

"Excuse me? And who is this? Why do you have Blake’s phone?” Denice asked angrily.

She had seen how frightened this woman was when Vanessa attacked her so scaring her again was going to be a piece of cake.

"Well FYI, I am Blake’s new girlfriend. If you don’t want me to drag you on the street with your new lingerie on, you better stop calling and texting my man! I can be your worst nightmare if you don’t stay away from him!” She hung up before Denice could say anything.

Inhale...then exhale Heather Williams. She advised herself to calm herself.

Blake couldn’t see her losing her control like this. She threw his phone onto the bed. She would deal with him in the best way she knew. She took something from her drawer before she went to the bathroom. She didn’t change her dress like he demanded. Instead, she took off her bra then removed her bikini. She tossed her two garments into the hamper. She put on a white g-string .She checked herself in the mirror. She adjusted her neckline to show more cleavage.

Pretend that you are a best actress nominee and you really want that much coveted award! She told herself before going out of the bathroom.

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While waiting for the ham and eggs to cook in the pan, Blake was also thinking. He was standing in front of the stove. He really didn't want Heather going out with other men. He could give up Denice and Vanessa for her. His desire for her was stronger than the two women combined.

“Is breakfast ready?" He heard Heather asked from the kitchen's door.

He frowned when he she saw her still wearing the same slinky dress. She walked near the stove to look at the ham and eggs. She handed him his phone. Blake gritted his teeth. Her tube mini-dress was white and this near, he could see her nipples through the garment.

"I will get the salad I bought yesterday." she said.

He was watching her every move. He could see her sexy backside from where he was standing. She was opening the fridge now. He cursed when she leaned forward to get the salad.

"Are you wearing undies or not?!" He asked angrily.

She straightened then turned to him. Her forehead creased as she walked going to the cabinet to get plates.

"I'm wearing a g-string." She said as she unwrapped the salad.

Blake furiously turned the stove off. He grabbed her by the arm and turned her to him.

"You were planning to meet that Kevin without a bra and with just a g-string on? Why?! Do you want to seduce him?! Bullshit!"

His face and neck were red and his nostrils were flaring.

“What’s with you? You said no string attached right? We are just sex partners. So why are you acting like this?” Heather asked with a look of puzzlement.

Pulling her by her arm, he angrily headed to her bedroom. He slammed the door when they got inside her bedroom.

“Sweetheart you don’t need to drag me. What’s wrong with you?” She had a heavy frown as she rubbed her arm.

"Sex partners huh? Okay then! I will repeatedly fuck you until I am satisfied! " he said through clenched teeth as he pushed her to the bed.