I was so happy. I was excited that I would get to spend the night today, since it was Friday, and then Saturday would only be a half day before my off day began. And I missed my best friend so much.
First, I went out to buy groceries. Before I could finish, it was already 3 p.m. I was glad there was a driver for every movement, because I couldn't imagine myself coming home and dragging these heavy bags through the bus stop.
At this point, I could almost give Oliver a high five and a tight hug—but no, that wouldn't sit right because he hates me now. And that's actually good for me, because now I can focus on Jared.
Before I finished arranging the stock, it was already 5 p.m., time to start dinner. I took out my apron and tied it around my waist. I had spoken with Jason earlier, and he said he would come over to keep me company and tell me more about our content creation.
I also needed to hurry. I didn't want to run into Oliver when he came back. I would serve his dinner and head upstairs.
By 6 p.m., Jason arrived at the house. I was really happy because he would stay with me in this big house until 8 p.m., when Oliver usually came back. I was glad Jason's house wasn't far from here. Since he was Oliver's favorite cousin, the house was always open to him, and his place was only a twenty-minute drive away.
Jason taught me how to do a voice-over and how to hold the microphone while speaking. He also showed me a little bit of editing. By the time he left, it was already 7:30 p.m.
I decided to take my night bath and changed into my nightwear.
Then there was knocking on the door.
It continued, so I quickly rushed to open it.
Oliver stood there.
He was staring at me, and there was something like lust in his eyes. That was when it dawned on me that I had forgotten my nightwear was transparent.
Immediately, my hands flew to my chest.
Something shifted in Oliver's eyes.
Anger.
Why did he suddenly look so angry?
I quickly went to grab my robe.
"Don't ever try to appear before me looking like this. It's such a cheap stunt, and it makes you look cheap."
"I'm sorry," I apologized immediately. "I always sleep like this and didn't know you would still need me at this time of the night."
"I don't want to hear those lame excuses. What if Jason had been here? Or let me guess—you're trying to seduce my brother as well."
"I would never do that," I replied.
"Women like you would do anything to trap a rich man in your arms."
"Oh please, come out of your delusional mind. Not all women want you," I blurted out before I could stop myself.
I saw something like amusement flash in his eyes.
"But when your legs were on my shoulders and you were screaming your lungs out, was that pretending too?"
"Yes. I had to pretend I was enjoying it when I wasn't."
I didn't want him to get the satisfaction of knowing how he made me feel.
Even standing this close to him, I could already feel the heat pooling between my legs.
He turned. "I have a guest. Serve her food in the visitor's room, then bring me tea to my room."
He left without saying anything.
I went inside to cover my hair. I saw messages on my phone—they were from Jason, warning me about Oliver's guest, who happened to be his childhood best friend with benefits, and how she could be very sassy and rude.
I was grateful for the heads-up, but I had encountered her type many times before.
When I got to Oliver's door, I knocked several times before he told me to come in.
I stepped into Oliver's room and saw him half naked, water dripping from his body. I immediately turned my back, almost spilling the tea.
He stood up from the bed. I could feel his breath close to my ear.
"Here is your tea, Mr. Oliver."
I placed it down quickly and left the room.
The guest room was very close to mine. I could hear everything happening there from my own room, so I knew when Oliver entered the room.
"You know," she began, "when I was on business trips, I thought about you all the time."
"And what exactly did you think?" Oliver replied.
I knew Oliver was doing this because he knew I could hear them.
"I thought about how you would taste in my mouth, how you would feel inside me."
"Excuse me for a moment."
Oliver called me to the guest room to clean the bathroom. He knew there was no door or curtain separating the bathroom from the room, so I could see everything they were doing, and he wanted me to watch. How could someone be this cruel? Or was he trying to show me that he still affected me?
When I entered the room, I went straight to the bathroom. In one swift movement, Oliver had his hand around her throat, pulling her back against him.
"You know what, Lola? I want you too."
His hand moved to her chest, touching and twisting her nipple slowly. His fingers then slid down between her legs.
"Damn, Lola… you're so wet. And I haven't even touched you down there yet."
"Now what do you want me to do to you?"
She grabbed his hand and guided it lower. He slipped a finger inside her.
"Fuck…" she breathed out.
He was teasing her with slow movements of his finger—torturing her. Not just her, but me too.
"You wish… fuck?" he mocked softly with a half smile as he pushed another finger inside her.
"Oh my goodness, Oliver…"
"Just tell me what I should do to this beautiful body."
"I want you to fuck me until I can't walk," she said immediately.
I could swear I was already soaking.
You're getting fucked by me wether you like it or not, without any warnings he add and finger into her pussy, Lola squirted almost falling to the ground but Oliver caught her, he finger fucked her till she cum on his finger. Please Oliver .
Oliver turned her around and latched his mouth on her swollen pink bud. He drew on it like a child sucking on his mothers breast, Lola try to push him away, but couldn't, i could see she was about to burst but he still didn't let her go, not even her protest could stop him from what he planned to do to night.
He sucked on her hard nipples, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth. Fingers never leaving her clits as he played with it, Lola cried out in pleasure.
Before i could realize what was happening, his fingers were replaced with his dick and in one swift movement, he thrust deep inside her, its so big baby she moaned, fuck she wailed loudly.
And erupted growl came from his throat as he ramped deeper into her. Her boobs bounced to the rhythm of the movement.
After they were done Oliver picked her up like she weighed nothing, and brought her to the bathroom where I was.
"You can go now," he said, "and just know I could smell your wetness from here… and I could come do you better than this."
I couldn't speak.
I just walked out of the room.