5. KISSING HER!
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APRIL’S POV
“April, my name is April Lancaster,” I shook her hand and without knowing it, I couldn’t let her go.
“Nice to meet you April,” She mumbled looking at my hand so that I could get the heads up and let her go.
“Nice to meet you too Zuri,” I finally let her go and she walked to the other side, where her bed was.
I wanted her. I wanted to talk to her, I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
“So Zuri, what do you use on your face?” I stared some random lame talk.
“What do you mean?” She turned to get my full attention and this is what I exactly wanted.
“I mean,” I scoffed as I walked over to her side of the bed.
“What?” She didn’t understand what I was talking about.
I couldn’t resist her beauty. This is what I wanted so as to forget my ex. She is the perfect lady who is meant for me.
I maintained an eye contact with her as I allowed my hand to run through her hair.
I lifted her hair up exposing her neck that I yearned to kiss so much. I was in love, I had fallen in love with this girl deeper than I ever imagined.
“What are you doing?” Her voice floated into thin air.
“I know this is a bit too early to say this but I want you to trust me. Just stay calm and trust me, I am not going to harm you,” I whispered to her ears as my fingertips started tracing her neck downwards.
Her hairs raised in arousal, just what I needed. Knowing that I have somehow turned her on, I knew that she would not push me off.
“What are you doing?” She was quite defensive.
“Hey, calm down,” I told her as my fingertips traced down to her bra.
“ah-ah,” A throaty moan left her throat as I pinched her n****e briefly.
“Do you like it?” I asked her as I buried my head on her neck to kiss her. My tongue rolled over her bear skin making her moan once again.
This was so easy. I never imagined that she would accept my charms. She is truly meant for me. She is a bi like me and she likes what I am doing to her.
She was quite for a moment and I had to stop with the pinching and the kissing and just stare deep into her eyes.
They say the eyes are a doorway to one’s heart and I wanted to know if we have truly connected.
“You are beautiful and perfect too,” I told her before I connected our lips into a kiss. She had soft lips and I hungrily kissed them.
She kissed back and I held her tightly as I pushed her to her bed.
I started undressing her when her phone pinged with a message.
“s**t! We shouldn’t be doing this!” She defensively stated as she pushed me away.
“Do what, come on Zuri, you loved it,” I defended myself but she hooked her bra. I had unhooked it at the period when we were making out.
“I was just having fun, anyway, just know this did not happen, okay,” She made it clear before grabbing her phone and running out of the room.
In anger, I slapped one of the white pillows in her bed on the floor.
She liked me, she wanted me to touch her, what happened? We would have made out but she did not allow me to. She likes me too, she has to admit that fact.
Why does this have to be this way? Does this mean that I will end up alone and unloved?
Tears blinded my eyes and I lacked the strength to push them back. Things have been real, for the first time, I thought that I have found a girl who truly loves me but then, that is not the case.
What if Zuri hates me now, I really like her and I want her to be with me. Well, as I kissed her, I realized that she also felt something for me.
I wiped off my tears and I was angry at her for denying whom she was. She should have made out with me.
In anger, I walked from her side of the room where her bed was and walked over to my side. I needed a distraction or else I would hate myself and my life even more yet I am here in Paris for a new beginning.
I grabbed the Vogue magazine that was on my bedside and started reading it. I didn’t want to lose myself, I will just sort this issue with her, when she is back, I will try making out with her and that way, I will be assured that she truly wants me to make her feel good.
Kendall Jenner was the cover girl and I got engrossed in reading her story at page thirteen. Kendall has always been my mentor and I was literally obsessed with her. She was a great model in the runaway and she was an inspiration to the rest of us.
I flipped through the pages enjoying reading the magazine when the door was pushed open. Well, now my attention was drifted.
My mouth thinned in anger when I saw Zuri walk in with a gentleman. They were actually holding hands.
I pretended not to look because this was hurting my feelings. I hoped that the gentleman was not whom I thought he was.
My eyes started at the letters. My brain cells were not working anymore. All I could think of is going and fighting the man now that they started kissing right in front of me.
“Privacy please, we are sharing the room. If you guys want to have s*x, then you can book your own room, I won’t allow that in here,” When I could not take it any longer, I made it clear to the two of them.
“I thought you said that your roommate was cool with me being here,” The guy whispered but I heard him.
“I am not in the mood to watch two people having s*x. The least you guys can do is to respect yourselves.” My feelings did not really come to play. I was so pisssed that Zuri had a boyfriend or whatever.
“This girl is something else, this is Paris, people can kiss anywhere they want,” Zuri said this and I didn’t know what to do. She is hurting me with being with that man and I just wanted the man to leave so that we can continue with where we left at.
“Come on baby, I can book a room for the two of us, we don’t have to endure her talk. She is so bitter,” The guy stated and I had to pull my shreds of calm together.
“I am not bitter,” I couldn’t take it anymore, I walked to where they were now standing to confront the guy.
“Let us go boo, you are right, this girl is something else. I will talk to the agency and ensure that I don’t share my room with her. She is such a b***h!” Zuri said this before they walked out leaving me there all by myself.
There we go again April, you have f****d up real bad!
You will never find love, you will die a lonely person.
- Writer
