Chapter 9

• Turning to face the other side, I realized I was hungry. I didn't like feeling hungry. As the only child of my parents, they made sure I had everything. I slid on my flip-flops, double-clicked my phone's screen to check the time, and saw that it was midnight. I also found Evan's text instructing me to lock the door before I slept, but I ignored his overprotective aura and instead texted him a simple message: 'I'm hungry.'
• When he didn't respond after a minute, I decided to go to the kitchen myself. I had heard him singing, so I knew he was awake. Rushing downstairs, I encountered two men standing with guns in their arms. They both stared at me in shock.
• "I got hungry, I want something to eat," I said, breaking one of the guys from his stare.
• "Alright, I will help you fix something," he said, signaling the other guy to snap out of his trance. "Please put the gun down; it's a bit intimidating," I said, to which he obliged.
• "I only want ice cream; you will help me get a bowl," I said as the first man, Eric, followed me to the kitchen, leaving the other guy still in shock. Eric explained, "My name is Eric; excuse my friend, his name is Jonathan."
• "Nice to meet you," I said, as he handed me a bowl. I took the ice-cream bucket from the fridge and we engaged in conversation.
• "I am Amy, he sure is weird..But tell me something, is he always like this?" I asked.
• "Not usually. I guess when he sees a pretty face, he freezes," He replied.
• "Uh, I was talking about Evan. Does he always sing at midnight?"
• "Oh, no. I mean, he does freestyle rap sometimes, but singing... it's my first time," he said, passing me the scoop, which I took after muttering a thank you and starting to scoop the ice cream into the bowl.
• After a few scoops, Eric put the ice cream bucket back in the fridge and washed the scoop. I couldn't help but ask more questions, trying to gather information.
• "Do you know Sophia?" I inquired as I dipped my spoon in the bowl, searching for information from another source.
• "Of course," he responded without hesitation.
• "What's she like?" I asked.
• "She's fine," he replied.
• "How close is she to Evan?" I continued to dig.
• "They were close. I mean, they grew up together and had a connection, so yes, I would say they were pretty close." he replied.
• "Why past tense? Is she dead?" I inquired.
• "No, no, no. God forbid, Miss. Sophia is very much alive. What I meant is they don't hang out together anymore after that incident," he explained.
• "What incident?" I asked, pushing for more information.
• "Well, I can't talk about it. I'm sorry, Miss. I don't think it's in my place to discuss that," he said.
• I nodded in understanding and apologized. "I'm sorry."
• "It's okay. Should I escort you to your room?" Eric offered.
• "No, escort me to Evan's room instead," I said, grabbing my bowl and heading for Evan's room. I walked past the other guard, whom I learned to be Jonathan still appeared mesmerized by my beauty, I stopped midway, overhearing their conversation.
• "Jonathan, get a hold of yourself; you could lose your job, okay?" Eric advised.
• "I don't care; I loved her, and still do" Jonathan replied.
• "You're her employee now. Do you think you will get a chance? Please quit dreaming and get back to work, and she's not her" Eric admonished.
• "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting; this way," Eric said, leading the way. I followed him, not turning back to look at Jonathan, who I assumed was still staring at me.
• Upon reaching the room, Eric knocked just once and said, "He doesn't like it when you knock multiple times."
• "Alright, thank you. I'll take it from here," I said.
• "Are you sure? I could wait until he opens," Eric offered.
• I tried the doorknob and found that it wasn't locked, so I took charge, saying in an authoritative tone, "Go! Now!"
• "I'll be downstairs if you need me," Eric said before excusing himself. Being Amy as usual, I entered Evan's room without knocking. He was sitting on the couch with a notepad which he quickly threw aside and rushed to my side.
• "What are you doing here?" he asked, looking disturbed by my sudden appearance.
• I questioned him with a look, to which he corrected himself. "I'm sorry; I mean, why didn't you text? Are you hungry? Let's go, and I'll prepare something for you to eat."
• I reminded him, "Well, I texted, but you didn't respond."
• "Okay I missed your text, I will go prepare something for..."
• "Are you sure you don't want this p****? I'm all wet now," he was cut short by a female voice coming from the bathroom. She was wrapped in a towel, with another towel drying her hair. I stared at the lady, who looked like a goddess. Her body was nicely shaped, and even through the towel, her curves were evident. I looked at her with a pained expression, wondering if Evan was just with another woman while professing undying love.
• for me. "Wait, oh my gosh Evan did you....did you want to do a threesome?" the lady jumped excitedly and tossed away the towel she used to dry her hair,
• "Is that why you insisted on seeing me, you know I was with a client that time..but you know you're more than a client...you're"
• "Riley please stop!" she was interrupted by Evan, me still astonished by what was going on which I didn't even understand set myself free from Evan's grip, I placed my bowl on the table, I took in the rooms surroundings as I set on the couch,
• Evan's room was a spacious haven filled with the essence of a true artist's sanctuary. The carefully designed space oozed creativity and comfort, making it a place of inspiration and relaxation. The bed was positioned snugly in one corner, inviting rest and dreams, while a stylish couch adorned with plush cushions and a throw blanket sat opposite, offering a spot for unwinding. A mic stand with various wires and sound equipment suggested its use for music recording or songwriting, and a grand piano stood in another corner, ready for a serenade. Beside the piano, an elegant wooden chest of drawers hinted at practicality, while a computer setup atop the drawers, with audio equipment and cables, served as Evan's digital workstation for editing and recording.
• The girl whom I learned to be Riley took my icream bowl, licked the corner of the bowl and said,
• "I'm ready"
• "Riley go home, I'll have someone send you money tomorrow please" said Evan in a defeated tone but she didn't seem to listen as she continued eating the ice-cream with her two fingers this time and seductively.
• "Riley now!" he commanded and this time she let go of the towel that was covering her exposing her beautifully shaped body with her t*ts erected, that's when I noticed Evan wasn't wearing a shirt he was just in his pajama grey stripped pants exposing his abs and V-line, he was also closing his eyes now, I looked down and saw that his manhood has erected,
• it was always like that but this time I could see it moving.
• I was curious of what was going to happen so I didn't at all interrupt my heart was racing and my inner guts asked me to leave but I didn't I was not his real girlfriend so I can watch another women even give him a bj and not get offended or anything and that's exactly what this lady whom I learned to be Riley did, she took took a good amount of ice-cream with her tongue which was pierced. She took steps closer to Evan started recklessly licking Evan from ear to his V-line dropping ice-cream all over with her finger dancing around his bulge.
• As I sat on the couch in Evan's spacious room, my mind was a whirlwind of confusion. I watched in silence as Riley's seductive ice-cream escapade continued. Evan's eyes remained closed, and he seemed to be surrendering to the moment, making incoherent sounds of pleasure. The situation was surreal, and I wasn't entirely sure how to react.
• Riley's actions became more daring, and her attentions shifted towards Evan's exposed bulge. She teasingly licked the ice-cream from him, sending shivers of delight through him. My heart raced, and I couldn't look away, even though I felt like an intruder in this intimate moment. She finally pulled his manhood our and after licking the head and Evan letting out a loud groan she started to suck it, giving him a bj. They both seemed to be lost in the moment as Evan held her head in position and she kept going.
• I cleared my throat intentionally so they could notice me, it was stupid but it worked.
• Evan finally opened his eyes and realized my presence. His face contorted with shock and embarrassment as he quickly pushed Riley away. She seemed undeterred, oblivious to my presence.
• "Amy, I... I am sorry..."
• I was still processing the bizarre scene before me, and I felt a mix of emotions – shock, anger, and confusion.
• "Evan, it is okay....there is nothing to explain here, I will be in my room.. and you it was nice to meet you." I said and left leaving the scene as I didn't want to breakdown in front of them, I heard him asking her to leave but I didn't truly care. I reached my room removed my flip-flops and went straight to bed without crying at all, yes I was not okay with it but I wasn't gonna cry about it either. That's atleast what my grandmother taught me, not to cry over anything as it wasn't gonna help at all. I drifted off to sleep praying for the night to be over quickly so I can leave this place.