My stomach feels as if its full of a swarm of butterflies and I open my eyes again searching for the door readying myself to heave only to see that I'm not in my car. In fact, I was not even outside anymore but in a stranger room with bronze covered wall with deep teal accents. The room was scattered with candles and deep teal and coper covered furniture. There was a mid-size deep teal sectional with copper accent pillows coupled with a matching ottoman Adirondack chair and a long oval shaped copper coffee table. Under the coffee table was a long fluffy looking deep teal area rug. The room was massive and seemed to have two adjoining rooms connected leading out to what undoubtedly was a large room with a similarly beautiful design. I turned my head examining the room further to my left was a long copper framed full-length mirror as well as an odd copper door seemingly smaller than the other two it had to be a closet of some sort, I think to myself as I turn to my right and realize that
Did she just say mates as in plural? “Mates…?” I say raising my eyebrows thinking she may have had a slip of the tongue.“Yes Mates, Abasi and Abubakar. I do not think anyone was more surprised than I was when they both marked me at the same time. It was the immediate attraction that did it for me; I maybe a lot of woman but hot damn, those two would have me bare foot and pregnant right now if I did not insist on them giving me at least another year to wait after the triplets were born. Those two are the textbook definition of insatiable I could barely climb out of bed before they were demanding to mate with me.” She threw her hands up in an exaggerated motion.I laughed at her flustered response and couldn’t help but ask. “So, with it being three of you… is it harder having two mates? I mean how do you determine who goes first or who gets time with you first?”“Who gets time with me first or who has their turn first. Honey it’s not a gang bang.’’I spit out my mouth full of coffee at
“Yeah, I bet there certainly hasn’t been any shortage of surprises so far.” I shake my headShe laughs at my response. “Trust me I get it I was raised with them they definitely aren’t too great at the whole communication thing but trust me for what the lack in communication skills they make up for it in compassion, kindness and sincerity. I am not just saying that because I’m their baby sister either.”“That’s some what of a relief especially after what happened recently. Asin was definitely a major concern after the way he broke into my apartment while Ra and I were in bed. Then I thought he killed Ra until he told me they were brothers before jedi mind grouping me and telling me he was my mate as well.”“Wait he did what? You mean Asin the one who brought you here right? Are you sure?”“Yeah, tall handsome gold eyes and glowing tattoo on his neck short dreads looks like a Michael B Jordan doppelganger from Black panther.”“Wow that’s Asin alright but he’s normally not so…”“Homicida
Chapter Twelve (Asin)My heartbeat pounds in my ears as fear and excitement rush over me it was her, she was here, and she was alive. My mate was not one of the lost souls who were massacred by the Jahova she was actually alive. I had to find her I had to tell my brother we had a mate, and she was so beautiful. How could we be so favored better yet how could I be so stupid as to lose her. I was ok I had her license plate number that was all I needed to find her. I take out my phone searching for the photo then use my hidden app I installed to link into the ships main computer enter the license plate number. Sounds sirens echo in the distance was that the police. Why were they here? Could my little mad dash have scared my mate so badly she called them? Never mind that I needed to get out of here, I couldn’t be seen by the authorities. They woul
Two hours later and I was back in Columbus one mile closer to my Selena, Mecca’s voice continues reading off instructions in my ear while I imagine the next encounter with her.“Your target is up ahead on your righthand side.”Making the right I turn just in time to see her enter the large store quickly parking my bike I rush to follow her inside. She grabs a cart and slowly walks through the store scanning each aisle as she pushes her cart forward. I trail behind her watching with curiosity as she picks up a beauty supplies reading the labels before comparing it to another and placing both in her cart. She continues that pattern for almost half an hour searching comparing and then continuing. She was so adorable pacing and swaying even humming and talking to herself as she debated her purchases. The whole process felt intimate observing her like this from a distance I wished for nothing more than to beside her as I slipped behind another aisle avoiding her spotting me as she looks a
“I do, but not every fucking day or night until I can’t stand straight.” She shouts back seeming fed up with his attempt to reverse the blame to her. I can sense her own anger creeping into my thoughts as wave after wave of every fight argument or negative experience she had with the man rushed through my mind before cutting short as the rage forced its way back into my mind. It is the most intense wave of emotions I ever sensed from her increasing my own furry at the thought of her being upset.“Whatever man, you just be trying to play the fuck out of me you want to leave good get your shit and leave. Oh, and don’t fucking come back either, your ass bet not try to come back to my fucking house for shit I’m throwing all your shit in the garbage today.” He threatens. I was seeing red how dare he threaten her after everything he’s done to her.“Fine, there is nothing important in your house anyway, all you have is my old furniture and clothes I don’t even wear anymore. And Your stuff wi
Chapter One“Shit!”Yup, you guessed it, I’m sitting here with my hands covered in human fecal matter.Oh, and I’d like to imagine that this moment would be better if it was my own. At least then I could come up with some temporary excuse to explain the absolute craziness of this extremely low point in my life. Like the stomach flu, some food poisoning, or hell even some rare fucked up crazy exotic virus that could cause me to end up elbows deep in human excrement and feign some pathetic strand of my dignity. Sadly, I will never be so damn lucky. No, I have coated in alcohol-infused waste of my soon-to-be ex’s now-vacated bowels. Which can only be described at this point, as hot acidic booty juice.That’s the best way to describe how my life has been up until this point a big flaming ball of shit. I know it’s expected of me to think back on all the things that lead up to this point
I got home tonight. “I’m sorry, what does? what mean?” I say as I shake my head trying to bring myself back down from my imaginary orgasm. He smirks at me slightly as he focuses his eyes on me and says questioningly. “A bad trip? What exactly does it mean to go on a bad trip?” he asks slightly amused. Immediately horrified by the fact that I was talking out loud and the dread crept through as I realized I had no idea as to how much of my little private conversation did, he hears out loud. I could kick myself right now the first extremely hot guy I meet in real life and I fucking catch verbal diarrhea how much worse could this fucking night get. “I’m so sorry tonight has been stressful for me and when I get stressed, I tend to talk to myself out loud. I didn’t mean to offend you it’s just that your reaction caught me a little off guard. I didn’t mean to be so insensitive. Is there something wrong with your lights from your c