(Getting her pregn@nt)
By: Faith Lucky
The car went steadily as Kyle drove me to the place I was having my photoshoot. We arrived and he stopped in front of the garden.
My personal assistant, Gladys ran to the car and opened the car for me. I stepped out holding my small portable diamond purse. It glittered as the bright sunlight reflected on it causes a huge glow and sparkles.
And it’s made of real diamonds.
“Glad you’re here Chloe” she said and opened the pink umbrella she was holding placing it over my head.
I brought out my phone and checked for text or any call from Kian.
I invited him so he’d keep me company and help me pick the perfect attires and the right color.
Suddenly, i heard the sound of a car drive in. I drifted my eyes from my phone to where the car was.
I couldn’t explain what I felt down in my tummy the minute I set my eyes on Kian.
He wore a red band on his head and a black leather jacket with gold chains hanging on his neck.
He closed the door of his car and began walking to us.
I know it’s not right but who could resist such beauty?
The way he walked and narrowed his eyes drove me cr@zy with weird thoughts and desires. I kept staring at him till he got to where we were.
“Hey Chloe,” he said with a smile.
I batted my lashes.
“Hi Kian, you’re just in time” I said perfunctorily.
“That’s good” he jibed and brought a lilipop. it was also red in color and I watched him put it into his mouth.
The naughty thoughts returned to my head as I imagined licking the same lilipop with it still in his pink lips. We would both ensue in a dirty tongue french kss.
Get a hold of yourself Chloe. You just broke up with Brandon few days ago!
I scolded myself like I was being so stubborn and fighting with my mind.
Gladys cleared her throat and I was brought back to reality. I followed her walking to the main spot the shooting would be taking place at the garden area.
There’s no doubt today would be stressful.
All that filled my heart was anger and jealousy the moment Kian showed up.
That a$$hole is already getting close to her too.
She invited him here meaning he just sees me as her driver.
My position to her really doesn’t matter…as long as I’d have a chance to drill her p***y and get her pregn@nt with four goddamm boys growing in her.
Just the think of it was starting to stimulate me down there.
But I really dislike Kian.
He has been the leader of the gang for ages now. Getting the bigger money, giving us assignments to carry out and the worst part of it all, he’s better than us.
He’s a skilled fighter and would wipe out a sum of ten men in an instant and that makes him powerful.
He knows the whole inner joints and parts of the human body. He knows the right place to kick or rub to make someone vulnerable or paralised. He’s given so much respect by drug dealers and weapon dealers.
Whenever we go on a mission, he’s the one the rich tycoons notice but sees the rest of us as just escorts.
We’ve all been friends since highschool.
Kian, Jace and I.
The baddest crew when our fathers dumped us in boarding school.
Kian was naturally fit and taught us how to fight defending ourselves from seniors that never seize to bully us.
I owe him my life…but that doesn’t stop me from envying him.
I stood before a huge standing mirror with four dresses in my hands.
I’ve never been so confused about what to wear.
I would have worn them all but the thing is, they are all the same brand and design but different colors and I can’t repeat the same brand of a clothe.
“Gladys!” I groused turning to her who was standing nearby while Kian sat on a white soda at the entrance of the room.
“Do the blue one ma’am” she said pointing.
I frowned as I took out the blue one and threw it to the floor so am left with choosing from three colors.
I turned to Kian.
A smirk appeared on his lips as he scoffed lightly.
I didn’t change the facial expression on my face as I stared deep into his eyeballs.
“Red one” he said and I smiled.
I left the other dresses on the floor before walking into the dressing room with the red dress. Am so glad I invited Kian to join me at the photoshoot.
He really has a sense of style I admire. And fashion does good with knowing the right style.
Kian and I might just be the perfect combination and become ultimate best friends.
I wore the dress before reaching for the zipper.
Where is Gladys when I need her???
I tried reaching for it like I was going cr@zy. I struggled with it for a few minutes before I got tired and reached for my phone so I can call Gladys to come over.
I stood to my feet scrolling through my contact list.
Suddenly, I felt the zipper being pulled up to the top.
I was relieved but then became really curious. Who…who just did that??
I turned and flinched the moment I saw Kian right behind me standing really close I could feel his breath hovering around my face.
He looked at me in a way I really couldn’t understand…
His face drew closer.
What’s going on?
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