Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

I was sitting there in my underwear, waiting for his first move.

I twisted my legs close then opened them back again.

I rubbed my back up and down on his satin bedcover.

All gain his attention.

But nothing seemed to work. He looked absent minded.

He was never like that.

Not in the nights we spent together.

He was an absolute animal, ravaging me. Taking my senses up to heaven. He would keep screaming his name, begging for more. He would keep pumping in and out all night and would not settle for a no. He was beast in the true sense when it came to s*x.

But tonight, he looked different.

I saw him drink from the bottom up. A dozen glasses if I were to correctly count.

He wasn’t even looking at me properly.

Was he already bored pretending to be my fake boyfriend?

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So I stood up. A work was a work and I needed to finish what I had come for.

I kneeled on the floor and crawled to him on all fours. He looked at him as I touched his legs.

He was wearing a boxer. His ungodly calf muscles were already making me so wet.

I tried touching him from the bottom till up.

He let me do it, till my hands reached his man part.

I let my fingers trace his shape from over the boxer.

He did not react. Men usually go berserk and do something wild at this point. It’s their weak point. The point of their pleasure.

But he did nothing.

So I decided it would be better to ask if he was okay with me going ahead with the next step, that is, blowing him.

” Ummm, Ryan… “I moved my hands in a gesture, asking him to open his pants.

I was half expecting him to deny my request but he did as I asked. He pulled down his boxer, knee length and slouched back on his chair.

His eyes are still disoriented. He was looking somewhere out.

I began kissing him upwards from the thigh and seeing his man parts respond to my kisses with little twitches was indeed satisfying.

I let my lips serve the tip of his hard.

I saw him close his eyes at the wet touch of my tongue.

Finally, we were back to our comfort zone.

Or so I thought.

In the middle of s*cking the tough tendons and inflamed nerves on his man part, he pushed me away and said,

” I am really sorry Rose, but I need to go. Thank you for your service. I will ask a driver to take you home. See you at work tomorrow. ”

I was still gaping from the feel of his size in my mouth. I could not really process what he was telling me till I saw him literally break into a run and head out somewhere on the ground.

My curiosity got the better of me so I decided to follow him, instead of looking for the driver he was supposedly sending and going back home.

I saw him head towards the external house. The one that Bellow used.

I had been to Ryan’s place enough times to know its map and geography well.

He tiptoed inside that house and literally sneaked in.

Why did he? It was his own house?

Why was he acting like a thief in his own house?

Then I saw the lights switch on and heard Ryan yelling on top of his voice.

” What do you mean by she is not here… “.

I could hear bits and parts of their conversation.

” Call her right now and ask her where she is. ”

I edged a little closer and through the glass windows I could see Ryan calling someone from Bellow’s phone.

Definitely the girl I saw when I entered the place with Ryan.

Apparently she was missing.

It was not like Ryan to keep women laborers and that too in his home.

But what I failed to understand was him getting paranoid because of her going missing.

Ryan was the mafia prince. Was he afraid anybody would dare to hurt his maid?

The call was on loudspeaker.

After a couple of rings the girl answered with a “hello” from the other end.

At that Ryan erupted at her like a volcano. But before the poor soul could answer back, the line went dead.

I saw Bellow and Ryan struggling to reconnect but the call would not go through.

” Ask Jabber to send me the last location of this number. Right now! ”

He roared at Bellow before hurriedly sprinting towards his garage.

I saw him leap onto the driver’s seat with just his boxers on.

Not that I was complaining. It was a sight, hot as hell. And I was afraid he would be leaving behind a trail of targets, shot by his mere image.

He sped past me, faster than lightning. I saw Bellow running with his phone somewhere as well. It was a lot of drama for one night. So I decided to quit and really head back home this time.

But I could not help thinking about that girl.

I had never seen Ryan run after women. It was always the women flocking him.

He was like the alpha male, the s*x god that every b*tch wanted.