100 Days With Mr Romero

My thoughts were scattered and haywire as I zipped my dress up. My back was twisted and arms turned diagonally to reach the zip point. That, that had been the best orgasm I had, had in my whole entire life and I couldn’t help but look forward to tonight.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I walked shamelessly past the elevator leading to the entrance of the bar, my hands raised to set up a cab. A long shadow leaned in right in front of me, blocking the early morning sun which was previously reflecting through my eyes. I raised my eyebrow.

“I was instructed to get you to wherever you are going ma’m.” A deep voice resonated and I blinked twice at the face of the man. His eyes were covered by deep back sun shades, wearing a luxurious suit

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I ordered an….” my speech was cut off my the man, “yes ma’am. I know. Big boss ordered me to do so.”

“Big boss? I don’t think I know anyone called that.” I spoke, doing a quick survey through my memory.

“Uhm, the owner of this club, Mr Gideon.” I could almost hear an eye roll in his tone.

I stood there, tongues twisted, nose flaring as I almost opened my mouth agape. “You.. you uhm, you mean Gideon is the owner of this bar? This bar?!” I tried my best to control my erratically beating heart.

“Yes ma’am. Now, shall we?” He opened the back door of the white SUV and I tried my best not to swoon. But that’s didn’t stop me from feeling and inhaling the soft leather chair as it’s unique scent wafted into my nostrils.

Gawd, this is life!

My room still remained the same way as I had left it. Clothes were scattered around the beds, makeup kits laying out hopelessly out of the tool box. Soft cool air blew in alignment right from the hallway, passed the open doors and into the room. Suffice to say, it was scattered.

But that wasn’t my main concern as I threw myself on the soft bed. My body bobbed and bounced up and I let out a loud squeak. Oh my gosh, Gideon. The Gideon Brunch had just bent before me and eaten me out like I was the only food he could gurgle down the whole day.

Oh my gosh, I could be screaming out loud if I wasn’t subconsciously worried I’d faint due to too much excitement. Worse still, he was coming over today. Oh wait, he was coming over tonight. And I was still freaking digesting what had just happened.

The ringtone of my phone cut me out of my day dream and I almost rolled my eyes when I peeped the caller ID.

“Firstly, you should learn to always say goodbye when leaving. I was bat shit worried you had been kidnapped yesterday before a man in black approached me of your safety. He as hot though.

Secondly, spill the dirty all the dirty secret you little slut.” Lily gave me no chance to speak as her voice reverberated through the phone, allowing all the words tumble out of her mouth without pause.

“I’m still having a lil’ bit of hangover here woman. I’d appreciate if you could keep your voice low.” I groaned into the phone.

“Spill the damn thing.” I could hear her puff of frustration right from the phone and i smiled a little. Right now, I could imagine how she would look. Her cheeks would be puffed out in frustration, her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head and her eyebrows crinkled in disgust.

“Okay fine, fine. He ate me out. Took me to ninth heaven.” I sighed into the speaker, leaning my head against the headboard and adjusting into a comfortable position.

“Did you just say ate out? Wait, who ate you out?” Lily’s squeal of excitement enabled my eyes to roll automatically on their own.

“The owner of the club. Gideon Brynch. Although, when he was bent in between my thighs, I had no idea who the fuck he was. I had just concluded deeply within me that he was the manager or sum’n.”

“Wait what? You mean to tell me you met Gideon Brynch?” Lily questioned into the phone.

“Yup.” I popped out.

“And he ate you out?” She asked again.

“Wiped me off clean.” I finished.

“OH MY FUCKING GOSH EMMA! You had that hot breed lick your pussy like a flowing river? He took you to ninth heaven I see.” Lily was now almost aweing.

“Don’t put it like that.” I lowly muttered, feeling heat creep up onto my face and resisting the urge to cover my face with both my hands.

“Ouuu, don’t tell me little Emma is feeling shy?” Lily wasn’t helping matters. I swear, I could feel my cheeks getting red at the moment. Where the unwanted feeling has creeped in from, I was praying it deflated back in.

“Argh, stop it. One more thing though.” I said.

“What is it? Did you get eaten out by a model this also?” Lily now was laughing her head off and I only wished I could pass my hands through the phone and pinch her ears. Just one pinch would do for me. A little pinch and the satisfaction to watch her ear go pink from pain.

“Gideon is kind of like, um, coming over tonight. We agreed to like yunno, do the deed at my apartment. I guess?”

“Oh my fucking gosh, and you tell me this now?” She screamed spat at me through the phone.

“Well, if you would have had patience to listen to what I had to say without interrupting me every second, you would have heard that little information.” I was starting to feel sleepy now. It had been an exhausting morning if you know what I mean.

“In my defense, no one hears that and behaves normal. Anyways babes, I’ve gotta go. Papa calls.” She grunted out the papa.

“Alright love, I’ve gotta get a little sleep before cleaning up also.”

“Okay love, bye.” She yelled.

“Bye Lily,” I yelled back and falling into a deep nap.