Shimma’s POV

“Shimma, I’ll drive you home.” He stood up, picking up his phone and car keys.

“Mr. Mattias, about the job?” I asked.

“Well, I’ll think about it,” he said.

While I was in the car with Mr. Mattias, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what had happened at the office. Was I dreaming? Damn! If that stupid-ass bitch hadn’t interrupted, what would have been going on by now? No! I wasn’t satisfied, and from the way he was staring at me now, I knew he wasn’t either.

Although he said nothing about what had happened, somehow, I could tell from the way he kept glancing at me that he wanted more.

Wait! I could feel his hand run across my thigh.

“You’re driving,” I said, clearing my throat.

Even though I didn’t want him to stop, I still didn’t want us to get involved in an accident.

“Shhhh, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be careful.”

His husky voice made me part my legs as I felt his hand adjust my underwear.

“You’re wet,” he smirked, and I felt his hand tease my clit.

“Arhh!” I moaned, parting my legs wider.

“Fuck!” He cursed softly.

“You’re too sweet, Shimma. I don’t think I can stop myself from having you. Shit!”

He began to thrust two fingers into my wet, slick pussy.

He took his hand away, driving into a dark corner.

“I guess we have some unfinished business.”

He gave me a devious smile, the kind of smile that would make me wet even without being touched by him.

I looked down at his erect cock, swallowing hard.

“Come on, take off your underwear,” he said in an authoritative tone, and I found myself doing so.

“I’m gonna eat you up right now,” he cursed.

Pulling me closer, he bent down and started devouring my pussy.

My back arched, and I screamed in pleasure.

No! He didn’t continue from where he stopped; he had started all over.

“Yes, Daddy, yes!”

I pressed his head into my pussy. I could feel his tongue searching, exploring, devouring.

“Arhhhh,” I moaned, but he stopped and instantly replaced it with two of his fingers.

“Fuck, Daddy, yes!” I screamed.

Oh, this was way more than pleasure. I could already feel my soul leaving me.

“You like it?” he asked roughly.

“Yes, Daddy, I do.”

I nodded as I threw my head back, biting my lips tightly.

He looked at my boobs. My hardened nipples couldn’t hide beneath my gown.

“I need to suck on those boobs.”

He was still working on my pussy.

I was wearing a sleeveless gown. I only had to pull down the fabric, and then my boobs could be his.

“I love those pink, hard nipples, especially in a wet shirt,” he teased, gazing into my eyes before looking back at my boobs.

He stopped fingering my pussy. Obviously, he was now focused on my boobs.

His right hand squeezed my breast while his left hand pinched my nipple.

“Mattias!” I moaned.

“I like the way you call my name.”

He kept teasing me.

I pressed my legs together, fighting the urge to have his huge cock in me right that second.

But something made him stop.

“Buzz!”

It was my phone ringing.

Shit!

“Take the call,” he said, sitting up.

“No! I don’t want this to stop,” I protested.

He picked up his phone because it was also ringing.

“It’s your dad. Look, it’s past ten. They might be worried,” he said.

“But I’m not a kid anymore. Why are they so overprotective?” I rolled my eyes.

Damn! I was so pissed.

“I’ll drive you home now,” he said, and I began adjusting my dress again.

Mr. Mattias drove into my building complex. I could see my mum and dad approaching the car.

“Honey, we were so worried. Why weren’t you picking up your phone? I thought, God forbid, something had happened to both of you,” my mum yelled.

“I’m fine, Mum,” I said, ignoring them both as I walked into the house.

“Did she pass the interview? Is she fit for the position?” I heard my father ask, but I couldn’t hear the response. I was already inside the house.

I walked up to my bedroom and headed to the shower. After that, I was called downstairs for dinner, but for some reason, I had lost my appetite.

I heard my phone ring.

It was Mattias.

“Why was he calling me this late at night?” I thought to myself.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Shimma,” he called, followed by the sound of his rough breathing.

“I badly want you tonight. I want to have you,” he groaned.

“Me too,” I whispered.

“Let me in then,” he whispered.

“How?”

I was confused.

“Open the door so I can have you tonight.”

Quickly, I jumped off my bed and headed to the door.

I opened it, and my eyes flew open in astonishment.

Mr. Mattias was standing in front of my door!

“M-Mr. Mattias,” I stuttered as I moved aside for him to enter my room.

I peeked down the hallway, checking to see if my mum or dad might be passing by.

Although I knew they were already fast asleep, I still wanted to make sure.

I closed the door behind me, turning to gaze at Mr. Mattias as he began taking steps toward me.

I moved a few steps backward, only to find myself trapped between him and the door.

There was no way out.

Silly me. It’s not like I wanted a way out.

But was I dreaming?

No.

Was I really dreaming?!

The man whom I had endlessly imagined being with was the same man who was about to make those fantasies real.

Although this wasn’t the first time Mr. Mattias had been in my room, tonight felt different.

Mr. Mattias had gotten so close to me that I felt slightly breathless at our proximity, his tall and muscular body hovering over mine and the way his eyes stared down at me.

I gulped hard.

“Shimma, you don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he whispered, his voice so rough it gave me chills.

“What did he mean by that?” I thought, but said nothing.

For a few seconds, he was quiet. He just kept gazing at me while we exchanged heavy breaths.

I wished I had turned on the light earlier.

I wished I could see the way this man was looking at me right now.

Although my room wasn’t completely dark—my purple lamp was turned on—it wasn’t enough.

I wanted a glimpse of those charming sea-blue eyes staring intensely into mine.

“Do you want this, Shimma? Do you want me right now?” Mr. Mattias whispered.

I nodded without thinking twice.

I mean, why would I say no to something I had wanted from the first day I laid eyes on him?

I nodded at him.

And that was it.

That was my approval.

That was when it all began.

Both his hands cupped my face as his lips slammed into mine.

His body pressed against mine, his tall frame towering over me in a perfect fit.

My heart raced immediately as the air caught in my lungs.

His lips parted mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth.

Gosh! I had never felt so much pleasure from just a kiss.

My heart stuttered as our lips lightly brushed. He was giving me the chance to pull away, but I found myself unable to.

I deepened the kiss instead.

“Hmmn,” he groaned, and it made me deepen the kiss even more.

Taking his tongue into mine, I could feel my soul leaving this fucking earth.

This was a pleasure!

So much pleasure!

Fuck Blake!

Fuck him for saying all that bullshit to me.

Fuck him for being such a jerk.

Most of all, fuck him for wasting my precious time.

Because right now, I knew better.

Right now, I feel better.

And right now, he was nothing but useless to me.

Gone. Bastard.

I traced my hand down to Mr. Mattias’s cock.

Damn! It was hard as fuck.

Remembering how huge it was made my pussy throb.

I felt his kiss deepen. He must have gotten harder from my touch.

Our lips and tongues devoured, searched, dominated.

I grabbed his cock harder.

“Hhhmmn,” he groaned again.

Pleasure!

He gasped when he pulled away from me for just a second, his eyes completely unfocused, fingers already in my hair, lips swollen and glistening from my kiss.

“I fucking want you, Shimma. I want to know how it feels to be inside that slick pussy of yours,” he cursed.

For a split second, I stared back at him while trying to catch my breath.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

Without hesitation, I began taking off my clothes.

But suddenly, unexpectedly—

“Shimma!”

I felt and heard my mum knocking on my door while calling my name.

Mr. Mattias looked at the door, then down at me.

I could clearly see the surprise on his face.

I wasn’t expecting her either.

What could my mum possibly be doing in my room at this hour?

Not until it dawned on me that my lamp was still on.

Everyone close to me, including Mr. Mattias, knew I didn’t sleep with my lights on, and she must have seen the light shining through the gap beneath my door.

Maybe she was on her way to get water because, why the hell was I only now remembering that she woke up every night around this hour to get water from the kitchen?

How could I know my parents’ routine and still be stupid enough not to avoid them?

Trust me, I wouldn’t blame myself.

Truly, the man standing right in front of me made me lose my senses all the time.

“Shimma?!” my mum called again.

And that was when I began to panic.

Someone tell me this fairytale dream hadn’t just turned into the worst nightmare of my life.

Worst of all, my door wasn’t locked.

I had forgotten to lock it.

And now, the only thing stopping my mother from entering my room and seeing me with my dad’s best friend was me, with my back pressed against the door.

“Go hide,” I said to Mr. Mattias.

He lifted a brow, as I had just said something ridiculous.

“Please, for me. I don’t know how she’ll react to you being in my room at this hour,” I whispered.

Mattias thought for a few seconds, then began walking toward the bathroom.

I opened the door, pretending to yawn while rubbing my eyes.

That’s what people do when they just wake up, right?

“Mum,” I mumbled.

“Shimma, why aren’t you asleep yet? And who were you whispering to?”

Fuck.

She heard me whisper!