CHAPTER 14. THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR
The rain draped down my skin in a steady, downpour. I was wet like a puppy and my hair was sleek and glued to my face. It was heavy rain and a weird change in the weather. No one had mentioned the possibility of rain today. The day had also been so bright and had no trace of a storm. All of a sudden, the cloud had turned gloomy and the rain came down.
The sidewalks were filled with people running to take shelter from the rain. I seemed to be the only one who wasn't in a hurry to leave the rain. Although, I was cold down to my marrows and my feet shook like I was going through a thousand series of orgasms, making it harder for me to walk. But the rain was cooling my mind, toning down the heated thoughts and emotions. That's why I didn't wanna leave it in a hurry, even if I get sick from it afterward.
The distance to my house has never felt so far and it felt like I've been walking for hours when it's only been minutes.
The event of the day suddenly relived in my head and I was on the verge of falling off sanity. It was crazy, every bit of it. I still couldn't believe they'd all happened.
My fight with bitch - Shilah topped that crazy list. Oh Goddess, why did I even stoop to her level? Why did I create such an ugly scene and start quite a mess?!
Ignoring her has always worked better for me and I should have just stuck to it, instead of brawling like two sluts rivaling for the dick of a man.
If I hadn't gotten into a fight with her, then everything would have still been normal. I wouldn't have been summoned into the Alpha-prince's office.
Saying his name so loud in my mind made me shrink in fright. The name resounded in my head, bringing me goosebumps and making my heart race.
Just the thought of my encounter with me made me give out an involuntary gasp. I was scared to my wits by everything.
I forced the memories out and struggled to get home instead. The cloud had turned so gloomy you'd think it was already evening.
I arrived at the beat-up building I lived in and took the stairs to my apartment. It would have been easier to use an elevator to get myself to the 4th floor where I lived, but the elevator hasn't been used for ages. It'd broken down and that was it. So every day, I took the stairs, feeling so exhausted afterward.
I finally reached the 4th floor and headed for my door. When I got to it, it was covered by my lousy neighbors who were having the time of their life.
I recognized the guy from the first floor and the lady from the third. I've never had a reason to be introduced to them so I had no idea what their names were, or why they thought my doorstep was the best place to fuck their minds off.
First, it was Shilah in the office, now this. Did they all gang up to remind me how miserable and lonely I was without my mate by my side? Witnessing this much fuck scene made me miss Roland. He was an asshole, but a pretty good fucker. And I was starting to miss the good old days when we fucked without all of him getting physical with me.
A tear dropped from my eyes and I wiped at it instantly. I couldn't stand out here longer. My stomach was giving me slight aches and I needed to be in bed.
I tried asking if they could move over but the man had his head bent over her pussy, licking her bud with his fingers thrusting in and out of her. He was too into it that the few taps I gave to his shoulder fell on deaf ears.
Shit! What do I do now? This was a fucked up neighborhood and a fucked up apartment. If not, I would have filed some sort of complaint about this. But who would listen? Everyone was wild and free to do whatever they pleased, even to someone else's detriment.
Just then, the man took out his long, but slim dick and forced it into her asshole. He waited till all of it got inside her hole.
She was on her knees with her hands on the floor. The man was knelt beside her and held her hips firmly as he thrust inside her like he'd been deprived of pleasure all his life.
He was thrusting into her in crazy fast strides that I thought they were both gonna explode. The sound of skin-slapping skin filled the hallway.
It was embarrassing, but these two didn't give a flying fuck about anyone's opinion.
The lady was a busty one and her boobs danced around in rhythm to his thrusts.
He finally caught her boobs and held onto them as he fucked her harder. He slapped at her ass at intervals, and she would always yelp in reply. Her cries seemed to me like that f pains, except she was a lover of hardcore.
And she was, 'cause as if on cue, she began mumbling, “ Yes…yes.. Godd…ess..yes. Fuck…me…harder…harder…ouch…yes…yes…deeper..make me cum…“
”Yes…baby…wait.. for…it. I…make..you…cum…your…ass…feels…so…nice…“ the man grunted in reply.
“Cum…all…over…me. Fuck!...yes…yes…cum…on…my…face
..in…my…mouth…want…to…have…a…taste…of you…yes…right there…hit it harder…gosh…Yesss!!!“
Her last shrieks were shut out as I tiptoed past them and got inside my room, slamming the door behind me.
I dropped my bag on the floor and made my way to the bathroom. I had a hot water shower and changed into my nightgown. It was still early for it but I wanted to sleep the day off. I wasn't hungry. I just wanted to sleep on and on, escape my reality and churning thoughts for a little while. Maybe tomorrow, I'll feel a lot better.
But right now, I was exhausted, mentally and physically.
I shut my eyes the second my head touched the pillows and I drifted off t sleep. I wasn't sure how long I'd slept but I was awakened by repeated, strong knocks on my door.
At first, I thought it was all part of my nightmare until it continued. I hurried down the bed, rubbing my eyes to clear the fogginess that came with sleeping for a long while.
I opened the door and was expecting to see a stranger who'd lost his way and knocked on the wrong door. That was the only kind of visitor I've had since I started living here. I had no friends and acquaintances, so who would come to visit me?
This time, I was wrong, because this time, it was no random stranger. It was the stranger from the bar, the reason behind the nightmare I just had, the man who looked like he was on my case and wasn't letting go anytime soon.
I gulped so loud, that my shaky fingers were losing their grip on the doorknob.
He hadn't looked at me and just kept his eyes on the floor. I thought it was a pose until I followed his eyes and saw my doorstep messed up with whitish substances. And there were a lot of them, My God. How much does he cum, that bastard? Couldn't they just clean it up when they were done, instead of leaving it behind like a tip?!
“Is that you?“ His husky voice echoed in the hallway.
My head snapped up and he was looking at me now, deep into the eyes, as if in search of something.
“No…“ I found myself answering before I realized what I'd done. He arched a brow and I couldn't help but explain myself further. “My neighbors thought it was wise to fuck on my doorstep. That's what happened,“
“Oh!“ He released a light chuckle, “How did that make you feel?“
It was an odd question, asking about my feelings. I never had a reason to discuss my feelings in any situation. Roland would never hear me out, so I learned to bottle it up. This was the first time someone was asking about how I felt over something.
“Weird…“ I muttered, lowing my gaze. I wasn't so frightened as I'd been earlier in the office. Maybe because, he wasn't a half-wolf, half-human here and he wasn't latching onto me like he wanted to eat me up. And he wasn't saying weird stuff that made no sense.
Right now, his aura was calm and it had me relaxed to an extent.
In all the years I've existed here on earth, the Alpha-prince had been described as a legend, a deity to be worshipped. They'd gone as far as saying that no one ever encountered the Alpha-prince and lived to tell the tale.
All those different tales about him had just one thing in common – his massive physique – and they were right.
I'd never felt so lacking in height until he stood so close to me. I almost let out a gasp at his biceps, hugging his shirt so tightly and seeming like it wanted to burst through it. His six-packs were one of a kind. His dark, sleek hair had fallen in a few locks to the corner of his face. His stubbles were neat and he had no mustache, which enhanced his handsome looks further. Full, arch eyebrows like they'd be designed by the goddess herself.
It felt like a crime for a lowly one like me to behold such a magnificent being.
“Flowers?“ He asked, stretching out a full bouquet of roses to me. How did he know I loved flowers? I didn't take them. I was beginning to feel uneasy by his presence. And I was continuously asking myself what it was he wanted from me.
“I don't know, I thought…you loved flowers,“ He chuckled half-assedly but still held out the flowers to me. It was obvious he did not accept rejections. In my hesitation, any other person would have taken back their offer, but he was still holding the bouquet to me.
“Please, forgive me, your highness, but I can't accept that. “ I bowed. Maybe he'd accept a nice rejection.
“Why not? It's just flowers. And I -uh - shit,“ He mumbled. No one said a word for a while until he spoke up again. His tone was pleading as he asked, “Can I come in?“