“That’s because it’s my room,” he replied without bothering to explain any further.
Bradon placed me carefully on top of his bed. My hair and my clothes were a mess and so were my insides. I could still feel the sticky mix of our love juices inside of me and in between my thighs where it had poured out from my love opening. Bradon came a lot inside of me and I knew that it was the right decision for me to take those pills. I wasn’t sure if I planned on having sex with Bradon again or not at that time, but I did consider the possibility that I might end up sleeping with him again. To be on the safe side, I had decided to take the pills. That proved to be the right decision to make although I didn’t think that I would end up doing it with him so soon after.
I sat up on the bed while trying to ignore the slightly sore sensation in between my thighs. The bed shifted under me when Bradon sat down on it. The moment our eyes met; I couldn’t tell what else he wanted from me. Since he brought me to his bedroom, only one thing came to mind.
Does he want to do it again?
“I think we should talk,” he said to break the silence between us.
“About what?” I asked like I had no idea what he was getting at.
It also felt a little unbelievable that he was trying to discuss something properly with me. Usually, he wouldn’t do something like this, and I wasn’t sure how to react.
“Listen, Dahlia. The woman that turned up to the office earlier...” he began explaining.
“Why are you explaining to me? It doesn’t matter what you do or who you choose to spend your precious time with. You never tell me anything anyways...” I blurted before I could stop myself.
Something must have come over me because I couldn’t bring myself to hear him finish his sentence. It felt like I no longer wanted to hear anything about that woman. I simply just told myself that it didn’t matter. Bradon looked at me with an unreadable look in his eyes without saying anything for a short moment. I felt my chest tighten uncomfortably as the air around us grew heavy with tension.
“She’s not my guest,” he stated simply.
Does he honestly expect me to believe that?
“I don’t believe you...” I replied with exactly what I felt.
If she wasn’t his guest, then that could only mean that she was Anthony’s guest. If she wasn’t his lover, then that could only mean that she was Anthony’s lover. However, that couldn’t be. I couldn’t bring myself to believe something like that.
“Why not?” he asked coldly.
“Well, Anthony would never...date a woman like her...” I replied with the only reason that I could think of.
“A woman like her?” he asked with one raised eyebrow.
“She’s not his type...” I concluded with confidence.
“Then what is his type?” Bradon asked me with a slightly amused look on his face.
What is Anthony’s type?
Of course, I never got to discuss something like that with Anthony before, so I didn’t know for certain.
“Someone...like my sister...” I muttered softly in reply.
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**Bradon’s point of view**
I’d never watched a woman sleep before except for my mother. I remember watching over my mother when I was younger as she slept and how she would always have a troubled look on her face as if she was having some nightmares that I could never understand. To be honest, I wasn’t sure whether it was her mental or physical health that started to deteriorate first, but for as long as I can remember, my mother was very prone to sickness.
Watching my mother sleep only filled me with unease and worry. That was probably the reason why I came to dislike watching women sleep. Not that there were any instances that I stayed long enough after having sex with a woman to see her fall asleep. In all my life, I have never literally slept with a woman throughout the night before. Either I would order her to leave, or I would leave after we were done with satisfying our needs. I hated clingy and demanding women more than anything. The only thing that I am willing to give to them apart from pleasure is money.
I looked down at Dahlia’s peaceful sleeping face. It felt like she was just screaming and moaning just a moment ago while we went at it but now she was sleeping so silently. Unlike my mother, Dahlia didn’t seem to have trouble sleeping. Sometimes she would have a relaxed expression on her face but there were some rare instances when the corners of her lips would curve up into a small smile. The first time that I watched her sleeping, I was surprised that something like that could happen.
Unlike the unpleasant emotions that I went through while watching my mother sleep, watching Dahlia sleep made me feel at peace although slightly excited. It didn’t take long for me to give in to my impulses and reach out a hand to softly caress her face. Admitting, the first time I did that, I was worried that she may suddenly wake up. However, after mastering the skill of stroking her cheek softly without waking her up, I found myself doing it quite often as I watched her drift off in her slumber.
Dahlia was probably exhausted to a certain degree after all the sex that we had. It wasn’t the first time that she fell asleep almost right after we were done with our passionate session. While I felt like I could go on for at least a little longer, I had to bear in mind that Dahlia’s body didn’t have the stamina that I had. Despite her strong and stubborn spirit, her body looked quite frail to me, and it felt like I just might end up breaking her. She gained some weight compared to the last time that I saw her a few years ago and I thought that she looked better and healthier.
--To be continued...