Chronicles of a Nympho [Ep 4]

CHRONICLES OF A NYMPHO EP 4.

Chronicles of a Nympho

 

Continued from Episode 3

My wrist is throbbing.

As he wraps his fingers around it, mounting pressure on it… I look at his face and it is expressionless. I don’t want to wiggle my hand out of his firm grip, so it doesn’t look like I am struggling or trying to draw attention to myself. I just tried to slap him, what other sort of attention could I possibly draw. I look around; everyone has a glass in their hand and is pretty much minding their business.

I take in a deep breath, as I yank my hand from his grip, he smiles casually as my hand falls to my side, I place my other hand over it and analyze it like it just got infected. He is still standing there, looking at me. Unbothered, I take three steps towards him, as I try not to be too close, so I don’t draw unnecessary attention.

He looks a little surprise.

Me: Are you crazy? What did you just say to me?

He looks above my head and idly scratches his brow, like he is thinking of a reply but doesn’t know if he should waste his breath. I keep making eye contact.

Adebantu: I don’t know what sort of reaction you expect to get from me, but I’ll pass. So let’s do this, okay?

He says, with a look on his face, like he is rebuking a spoiled child. It upsets me some more! I am raving mad! I want to tear his face into two. I close my eyes for a bit, to regain my calm. As I open it about to retort with a hot comeback, I feel a familiar hand on my bare back.

Rex. Crap!

 

Rex: Oh I see you two are getting along just fine.

I snort. I couldn’t help myself.

Me: Can we go home now?

He looks at me closely, and touches my face.

Rex: Are you okay babe? You just got here.

Oh Lord, let’s just go. I can’t be here, not with his infuriating man. I look over at him, he is studying us. As usual I can’t read his expression; it is very guided and masked. Rex keeps breathing down my throat.

Me: I guess we can stay a little while.

I say as I manage a small smile, I reach for his face as I plant my lips on his and kiss him intimately – a little too much. As I pull back I ignore the little audience we garnered and led Rex to the dance floor. He is such a good dancer. He places his hand around the small of my back as he circles me into his body. I look up at him and smile, as I place my hand around his neck and pinch his skin at the back of the neck.

OUCH! He shouts.

Rex: What was that for?

He says, with his face in visible pain.

Me: That’s for bringing me here.

He looks around, a little confused.

Rex: You don’t like it? Isn’t this what you love – being the centre of attention, the most beautiful woman in a room.

I look at him and almost feel bad, he knows me. Thank God he didn’t see me trying to slap that jerk.

Me: Next time inform beforehand, don’t just send your driver to me like I am some cheap tart!

He makes loving sounds and pulls me closer to him.

I hate those stupid sounds.

Rex: Aww babe, I am sorry. Forgive me? Okay? Kiss me.

He leans in as I try to push his face away, but he reaches my lips first. As I place my head on his shoulder, looking over the crowd. I try to locate Adebantu, he is nowhere in sight; manipulative jerk.

Me: Your friend is so arrogant. I don’t like him.

Rex stiffens, as if in shock. He doesn’t break the dance.

Rex: Adebantu?

I nod.

Rex: Why? Did he say something? It looked like you two were getting along.

I roll my eyes.

Me: Well we weren’t, but it’s fine.

I say as I act uninterested.

The night goes on for like another hour, I have a couple too much of the fine Dom P and it seems like everyone at the party is tipsy or in a really good mood. I find myself still unconsciously trying to locate Adebantu; I can’t seem to find him. Rex is talking to a group of business associates; I make my way to the bathroom to freshen my make-up. The walk seems really long.

I giggle to myself.

‘What a night right?’

I turn around and a girl in a really beautiful Herve Ledger dress is going through the YSL clutch, she raises her head as she smiles at me. She’s pretty.

Me: Oh… Whew! Crazy, I think I’ve had a little bit too much bubbly.

We both giggle as we make our way to the bathroom.

‘I am Jane’

She stretches her hand out to me and I shake it. Nice manicure too, not bad.

Me: I am Yesmin Briggs, a pleasure.

She is looking at me and smiling. I hope she is not a weirdo or some type of freak, I am too young for that type of drama.

Jane: You are a stunner Yesmin. Are you here alone?

I smile; old news.

Me: thank you… No I am here with my friend, well… My boyfriend I guess. How about you?

She laughs, we both laugh.

Jane: Oh me, I’m here with my sponsor…

She laughs.

Jane: I’m kidding, I’m here with my friend, he hates public attention, hanging with him or being his escort is always so standoffish.

I nod and smile. I can imagine.

I make my way to the party as I relish over my brief encounter with the bubbly Jane. I immediately spot Rex as I enter the party, he is standing to the bar talking to a group of people. He sees me and makes his excuses as he comes to me.

Me: Can we go now?

He smiles.

Rex: Sure babe, yes we can, where is your purse?

I look at my hands, it is missing! The bathroom… I hurry back to the bathroom to fetch it. Praying to God it is still there. My phone!

Oh Lord!

The last thing I need right now.

I open the door with all my willpower and the sight before me knocks my breath away!

They are looking back at me, with their eyes almost falling out of the sockets!

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