CHAPTER FOURTY SIX
Fake Black Boys
The popular saying is the calm before the storm but what I feel right now is the calm after the storm. After being thoroughly fucked by Kylian in so many positions I thought were physically impossible, I found myself in this level of euphoria which overloaded my soul, mind, spirit and body with this flood of pleasure, satisfaction and happiness that even bitch faced Melissa can’t drag me out of.
I feel high….
Yeah, high on Kylian’s semen
They say this feeling is usually caused when the brain’s balance of neurotransmitters is temporary disrupted by drugs but mine was disrupted by Kylian’s dick… If sex can do the same job as drugs, I wonder why people turn to drugs
After so many round of sex, I lost count after the fourth round, I mean we needed time reintroducing our bodies to each other again. We came to kitchen to continue cooking the food I abandoned. Actually, I left the room and Kylian tagged along.
I mixed the spaghetti with the tomato sauce on fire and I secretly stare at Kylian as he set the table for dinner
Can I even call it dinner? More like, midnight food
But is he okay?
I might be high on his dick right now, I am also very worried about him. Is it okay for him to hold himself up in this penthouse fucking me, not that I mind
“Okay, out with it” Kylian cuts into my thought
“What?” I responded innocently as I looked back at him
“Whatever it is that is bothering you, let hear it” He asserted firmly
“Nothing is bothering me”
“We might not live together but I know what that look mean, you want to ask me something, so ask”
“You are wrong”
“Am I?” He stated confidently. I let out a huge sigh and focused my attention on him
“Are you okay?” I asked with concern
He smiled lightly as he looked away from me
“Of course, I am not okay” He let out
I moved closer to him
“I lost an important match. Individually, it affects me, my confidence, my career and now, people are calling me all sort of names and asking me to go and die, who would be okay with that”
I placed my hand on his on table and gently caressed it
“I am sorry you are going through this” I comforted him “I mean, it is just a penalty, why are they going all crazy…”
Kylian forcefully removed his hand from me and frowned at me
“Just a penalty?” He said harshly
Of course, you just had to ruin it, why the hell would say it is just a penalty to his face, you are just so stupid, Bewaji
Okay? Damage control… fast
“I didn’t mean it like that” I tried savaging the situation
“How do you mean it then?”
How do you mean then Bewaji?
I just froze, I didn’t know what to say
Say something Bewaji, think of something you, she-goat
“Do you even know what I was facing when I was called to take that penalty?”
Okay, let him do the talking and just beg when he is done
“There is a goalkeeper in front of me trying to knock me off my game, I have people in the stand, some genuinely wants me to win, while there are some that are waiting for me to fail just so they can have the privilege to tear into me which they did. I have my teammates who all placed their hope on me to win and there is me carrying all of that on my shoulder as I try to decipher the best place I can play the ball into the net” Kylian explained
“It may look easy from your perspective but it is not” he moved to the fridge
“I am sorry for saying that”
He brings out bottles of water from the fridge and placed them on the table
“It is fine, you didn’t know”
“But, is it okay for you to be here?”
You just can’t shut up, can you? You apologized and he let it go but you just had to stir up trouble for yourself
Kylian gave me his ample attention
“I mean, I heard Frances saying you have champions league matches, won’t your club need you” I asked“I mean I don’t mind that you are here with me but you are needed right?”
“Yes, but I am useless to them right now. I need to get myself together”
“Won’t there be consequences?”
“Yeah, maybe a few salary deduction” He shrugged
“How much is a few?”
“50, maybe 100”
“Euros?”
He looks away
“Thousand euros”
“Maybe” he stated nonchalantly
“A hundred thousand Euros is not a few deduction, Kylian” I bellowed to his surprise
“Don’t worry, your allowance won’t be affected” he let out
“You think I am worried about myself, a thousand euros is more than a million in Nigeria currency not to talk of hundred thousand euros and let even forget the money, what will people say when you don’t show up for trainings and matches”
“I honestly don’t care” he nudged with indifference
“But you should, what if they fire you?”
“Hey!” he grabbed me gently and pulled into me into his arms. “I need this” he said softly “I need silence… and I can only get it with you”
What?
The fuck is this nigga talking about?
“When I am with you, there is no football, no business issues, no club drama, I even forget my family issues sometimes. You block out every external noise”
“Yeah, probably because it was replaced with my moan”
He laughed out loud and I love the sound of his laughter. It is like melody to my hearing
“There is that, which I love hearing by the way but that is not why”
Reverse back, did he just say he love hearing you moan?
Yes, he did
That is hot
He wrapped his hands around me firmly as he continued
“When I am with you, there is no need to try so hard”
Is that a good thing or a bad one?
Definitely bad, he means you are not relevant and here I thought he was finally coming to his senses
“I am me with you, you accept me the way I am. I feel at peace with you”
Okay, maybe he finally came to his senses
Did he just confess his feelings to me?
Errrgh! Humans! Give them an inch and they want a mile. He is telling you that you are relevant, important to him and that means you serve a purpose. You are more than just a fuck buddy and that Bewa, is more than a step. So, take that as a win and don’t go running before you learn to walk
I should say something right
Of course, tell him you feel the same way
“Dinner is ready” I blurted out and moved from his arms
You are so dumb
I know but that was too much for my brain at once
Still dumb
I brought the copper pot to the table and started to dish the pasta into the plates
“I am sorry about calling your parent” I let out unconsciously, I looked up at him when I felt his eyes on me “If my parent were looking for me, I know how worried they would be, so I kind of put your parent in my parent’s shoes. I didn’t know how you felt about them, I am sorry for calling them”
“It is fine, I understand where you are coming from but they are not all bad”
He sits and dragged the plate of food to himself
“I don’t know about that” I replied sassily
“What?”
I don’t think that is something you are suppose to say to their son’s face
Damn it!
I have always told you, think before you talk
“I mean that I didn’t know that….” And I came up blank
Typical
“Eat your dinner, your food will get cold” I handled him the fork. I sat next to him as I drag my plate of food to myself.
Kylian take the first forkful, chewed and then doubled over to grab the cup of water before him. He started breathing heavily as he tries his blow air into his mouth
Is he having a seizure?
Shut the fuck up
“Are you okay?” I asked with concern
“Pepper” he bellowed “It is too much”
OMG, he is one of those.
Then my inner self bursted into a loud laughter
“So, you are one of those” I stated with indifference
Don’t say it
“The fake black boys who can’t hold their pepper”
He opened his mouth in shock
“I will get you milk” I stood up and goes to the fridge
“What do you mean… THE FAKE BLACK BOYS” He blurted out
“Those that can’t hold pepper” I responded as I moved back to table with a jar of milk
“And there I thought my skin colour makes me black”
I grabbed a cup and poured the milk into it
“There are many things that makes a man black, your skin colour is just one of it, drink” I placed the cup of milk before him. He pushed the cup of milk from himself
“I don’t want”
“Then, I can order you pizza”
“No, I will eat this meal, I am not a fake black boy”
OHHH! He is trying to impress you
“Okay, suit yourself”
I sat down and started eating, after my third forkful, I looked up to find Kylian looking at me with so much curiosity
“You are not affected at all”
“No, am not” I answered confidently
Hesitantly, he takes his second forkful and opens his mouth wide in pain as he reached for the cup of water again. I muzzled the laughter that threaten to come out of my mouth
“You know you don’t have to eat this, if not pizza, I can make you noodles”
He downed the water
“Remember, you don’t have to try so hard with me” I reminded him
“I take that back” he retorted and I laughed. He goes to take another forkful and I stopped him
“Seriously, you don’t have to eat this food, your tongue can’t take it”
“If your food is always going to be pepperish, it is best I learn how to eat it now”
But is that something that can be learnt?
I don’t know
“But, you don’t have to eat my food, you have five stars chefs who can make food for you”
“But I want to keep eating your food”
OMG! Where was this version of Kylian all along, I didn’t know he could be this romantic. If you were fair skinned, your blush would be so obvious
“Fine, but take the milk instead of water” I placed the cup of milk back before him
He refused
“Rome was not built in a day, I don’t know if holding pepper is something that can be learnt but if you want to learn, you will learn steadily”
“Fine” he takes the milk
I know I should not say this but thank you God for making him fail Euros
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY 9.00 PM WAT
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