My Yuri Harem: Slow [20]

I came out of the washroom and Priscilla was nowhere to be seen. Her clothes were laying on the bed, which meant that she had left for gym. I went back to the kitchen and threw the glass in the sink. It clanked against the walls of sink before resting in the center of it. I flinched my eyes the entire time it did that, apparently realizing how childish I was being.

I came to the room to raid my closet for some mismatched clothes for today. Since I was going to meet Jango, I decided to wear blue t-shirt and maroon pants. I started stripping when I remembered I hadn’t had a shower. But I had too much on my plate to care about that.

I changed my clothes and headed towards the parking. I saw both of Priscilla’s cars parked. She had taken my Acura again. I decided that making a good expression would be good for business, so I decided to take her Rolls-Royce instead of Impala. I sat into the car and fired the engine. While the car was warming up, I put my Bluetooth in my ear and called Jango about the meeting. After a bit of talking, he hung up and I called Goodman again. While it rang, I put the car on the road and started heading towards Jango’s club.

After ringing four times, he picked up. I inquired about the exact figure I asked him. He gave me the exact figure of $1.16 Million. My place in Miami was costlier than one in San Francisco. I instructed him to put a price tag of $650,000 on my place in Miami and prepare documents for property transfer for my house in San Francisco.

In the meantime, I reached Jango’s Club and hung up my call with Goodman. I went inside the club, inspected the location, talked numbers and security including one of my bodyguards to look over age restricted entry. We shook hands, Jango paid $42,000 for three shows, and I exited the building. As I walked to my car, I received a call from Priscilla. I picked up the call,” Hey, why did you leave all of a sudden?”

I could hear her huffing before she started talking,” I thought you were mad and maybe will like some space to yourself.”

I reached the car and resumed the conversation,” Why did you take my car? You have both of yours. Shiny ones. Then why did you take my SUV?

“Just because. I thought it would save me from attention.”

I opened the door and entered the car. ” Well, now I am getting some attention. I took your Royce out for a spin.”

“You said you’d never do that without me. You broke my heart.”

I fired the engine and said,” Well, you have a dinner to look forward. I’ll make up for your broken heart there.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

I smiled to myself before hanging up and put the car in gear to head towards the bank.

It was in the middle of the dinner when Priscilla’s fan came over to our table for her autograph. A young boy accompanied with his father stood next to Priscilla as she autographed his diary. I never grew old of this scene in front of me. People have small desires, and they feel happy even if it is a name on a paper. What it is, is a form of lust and not admiration. 

Lust for power? 

Lust for fulfilment? 

Lust for pleasure? 

Lust to satisfy an ego?

a hunger?

to prove a point?

Why are people so fascinated with another person? Celebrities, did they choose it? Can they avoid it? Can they shut everything out and run away? Can they come back and resume their life? Can they come back and be forgiven?

Was my head too big to think everything revolved around me?

Priscilla snapped her fingers in my face to snap me out. She was smiling while I regained my conscience.

The smiles around the table seemed too pretty to be tangible.

I closed my eyes to capture a snapshot of the fleeting moment.

I flinched my eyes when the heat was getting unbearable. I slowly opened my eyes and recalled my position. I was on my bed. The room was dark. I had Priscilla’s arm thrown over my belly cupping my right breast and her chest rubbed against my back. I rubbed my eyes while recalling the events occurring after the dinner.

After we left the restaurant, we came back straight to our villa. We started kissing the moment we stepped out of the car. We removed each other’s dresses in the stairway and had sex on the kitchen table. After we let go of ourselves for five minutes, we returned to kissing each other again. Priscilla’s bra came out and so did mine. We preserved the pleasure of removing our panties for the bed. when we reached the bedroom, we yanked our panties off of each other and gave each other an orgasmic oral. After catching a breath, Priscilla lied down behind me. Her breath touched the nape and butterflies in my tummy went aflutter. She picked one of my legs up and her fingers found their way to my clitoris. Meanwhile, I stretched my hand and let it rest on Priscilla’s soft butt.

Priscilla slipped one of her hands under my neck and turned my head ever so slightly. My eyes were shut, but heavy breathing did all the talking for us. She touched my dry lips with my dehydrated ones and our saliva mixed with each other’s to quench our thirsts. Priscilla’s movements were getting faster as she played with my vagina. I thrust her hip into mine as much as I could.

All I could think about was getting consumed into this feeling.

FOREVER.

I let go off my eye, which started to pain after so much rubbing. I ran my hand across the night table to look for my cellphone, but it was not there. I retracted my arm and rested over Priscilla’s. I didn’t want this blissful night to end. I didn’t want Priscilla to remove her hands from my skin. I didn’t want to live in the world where I could not look at her every morning.

But I had to wake up. This room was getting way too hot to my liking. I slowly moved Priscilla’s hand off me. Next, I started pulling myself away from her. I felt her sweaty breasts losing contact with my bare skin. When it was all done, I slowly creeped away from the room and headed towards one of the bathrooms. The air touching my drenched skin felt chilly. I trotted away to wrap my body and continued my quest to find my cellphone.

I found my cellphone in the car with it ready to die. I checked the notifications.

Nothing was out of the blue except my verification for the bank was approved and I could withdraw the whole amount whenever I wanted. It was good. I pocketed the cellphone and started heading towards the staircase. Before I could climb, I realized I forgot to check the time. I took the cellphone out again to check it.

6:47 A.M.

The date under indicated that it had been two days since I contacted the editors from HipHopDX.

I put the phone back and crouched to collect my dress from the ground. As I climbed the staircase, I rehearsed the preposition I was going to make to both individuals.

One of them would hire a paparazzi to click my picture while I would be boarding. There would be a buzz about me leaving so close to Priscilla’s album release date. The second editor would make claims about me being a fraud and Cline being the real songwriter for Priscilla and all the other acts I had worked with. I had already relayed messages to their camps by agreeing to the claim by stating that I always worked in the shadows. This will crumble my credibility, and Priscilla would have even more publicity for her release. The album would stir controversy, and Priscilla would have no flak whatsoever to face. Everything will stay between Cline, Row, Landry and me.

In four hours, I will be etching another path for my life.