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This is the last section for Part 3. Enjoy and of course as always, let me know how much you like it.
Part 3 is a shortie but I think it’s perfect to the last part until the next part.
This is a little about 1500 words and it’s actually continuing from Part 2 so please check it out initially before jumping into this part.
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His African Sweetheart
By Sylvia Hubbard
She wanted to die. “I don’t think I will be discussing a private matter with you,” she said as coolly as possible while her heart was doing flip flops in her chest. What had transpired the day before the wedding night was not supposed to be discussed ever again, YET HERE SHE WAS, sitting with the man who had TAKEN her virginity and he wanted to discuss what had happened.
Enola started to shake her head, but he said with great insistence, “We must, Enola.”
“No, we must not!” she said firmly. “There’s nothing to discuss.”
Aeden refuted, “There’s a lot to discuss. What you were given was pure injustice and I want to make sure your first time with a man sexually should be not be remembered as it was.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “What’s done is done.”
He slammed his fist on the table making all the utensils jump. “It is not done. Not for you. You deserve more for what you gave. You deserve a whole lot more and I want to give you that. I want to give you the sexual pleasure that you will remember and treasure for the rest of your life.”
“I can’t believe I’m discussing this with you. I don’t want to discuss it with anyone.”
“I can’t believe I’m arguing with you about this!” he exclaimed incredulously. “What about when you meet another man? What about when you want to marry another man? You won’t understand the sexual nature of what happens between a man and a woman.”
She snorted. “I’m not stupid when it comes to sex. I read the books and I’ve seen… porn.” She whispered the last word as if The Lord was listening in the other room. “I know what happens between a man and a woman…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Her cheeks were burning from all the blushing she was doing.
“Not everything, Enola. You should experience it. You should have experienced it. And not the way that it was done to you.”
She wanted to stand up, but he had deliberately come around the table and was now holding both of her hands to keep her from moving away from him. “Please, let’s not.”
He insisted, “I need to. I really do need this for you.”
Curiously, she questioned, “And how do you expect to help me have a better sexual encounter?”
“I’ve arranged a professional to come help you,” he said as if he had ordered a hair stylist.
“A prostitute?” she corrected him.
It was his turn to blush. “A professional,” he reiterated.
“A person who is paid to have sex with other people is a prostitute. I’ve read the books. That’s okay. I’m good.”
“Fine, then you have to let me help you,” he declared emphatically.
Hot flashes as she remembered what Aeden had done to her that night suddenly made her throat dry, but in between her legs a surge of wetness.
Grabbing her glass, she tilted the liquid to her lips to quench her thirst.
“I’m going to-” He stopped abruptly and gasped as he looked down at her exposed wrists.
Usually, she used long sleeves to cover everything and kept the sleeves drawn down to avoid anyone seeing parts of her body. Since coming from the states, she still had bruises from being tied on her wrists thanks to Barron.
Aeden looked as if he were going to kill himself and he slid out the chair and fell to his knees in front of her.
“Please, Enola,” he pleaded. “Please, let me show you the one night you should have had.”
Enola couldn’t believe this gorgeous man who exuded so much strength, power and courage could crumble down to his knees. His look of remorse tore at her heart and she pulled her sleeves down ashamed her bruises had revealed themselves unannounced.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I was trying not to show them.”
“Don’t ever be sorry,” he responded sorrowfully.
“And don’t think you have to make up to me for what you did, Aeden. I forgive you.”
“I don’t want you to just forgive me. I need to change your experience from what you suffered.”
That hot flash was coming back because she didn’t remember any suffering. A lot of discomfort, but a lot of pleasure as well. With him kneeling right now, he was so close to her…
She drank the rest of her water greedily and then reached over to tip back his as well. It took a moment to catch her breath because all she could think about was how close those beautiful lips of his was in ratio to her body.
The last time he’d been so close… she could still remember her essence running down his chin as he hungrily licked…
Closing her eyes, she said slowly, “Please get off the floor, Aeden and go back to your seat.”
Stubbornly, he responded innocently resting his hand on her thigh, “Not until you agree-”
“Please,” she begged.
“No, Enola, this means-”
“FINE!” she exclaimed, just so he could get off the floor in front of her and put the table between them.
She cut him off again not wanting to discuss another thing. “I’ll agree to anything. Anything! Everything” She handed him her keys, cell phone, and wallet. “Take it and do whatever!”
When he slid in his seat, she could at least breath normally. “I’ll get the letter off immediately.” He typed in something quickly on a burner phone and then brought his attention to her.
She noticed the brief grim expression and shifted uncomfortably. “I’ll need my phone occasionally to contact Victoria.”
“I’ll arrange that communication when you finish with the business agenda. Put a list of contacts so I can set them up on the secure standalone I’ve brought for business,” he said.
“How are you so efficient?” she questioned warily.
“It’s my job, but when I do it for my own pleasure, it just seems to work fluidly,” he said. “We can talk about it later. I hope you don’t mind, I have business to attend to.” He looked over at the envelope as if to verify it was still there.
“Is that how you found me so fast? It’s your job?”
“Yes,” he said with a proud smirk. “Barron said you were in Canada. It was just a matter of taking Naaji’s last name, nationality and then finding your mother’s obituary. It was how I solidified there was really a twin because I didn’t want to take Barron’s word only, but I needed to act fast. You were hiding in plain sight. It made my job even easier.”
At least she understood how he found her so fast and that really helped her relaxed. “And you’ll go into detail of this large scale plan you have for my sister?”
“I will tell you whatever you want,” he promised as he raised up from his chair abruptly.
Enola was terrified he was coming around the table again to touch her or be close to her. “What are you doing?!” she screeched in fear of her own reaction.
“I’m getting us some more water,” he said, pointing in the corner where there was a cold pitcher of water on a stand.
She had forgotten the chef had put the pitcher in the corner after initially filling up their glasses.
Aeden stayed on his side of the table to fill up both of their glasses and sat down.
“Thank you,” she said politely too ashamed to apologize for feeling terror. As she filled up with water yet again Enola could feel his eyes on her.
That grim expression on his face came back briefly and disappeared just as fast as she gulped down her glass of water.
Was he wondering what she was thinking? She didn’t know what she was thinking. Everything seemed to be hitting her all at once.
As good as the food was, she couldn’t put another crumb in her stomach. “I’m no longer hungry. Can I be excused?”
“To go where?” he inquired.
“The guest house where I’m allowed to stay,” she answered.
He shook his head slowly. “No, Enola. You’re staying here; In the main house. I’ll show you to your room.”
Her heart was about to fall out of her mouth. Her reality was settling in. She had agreed to spend the three months with Aeden and on top of that allow him to give her the proper lovemaking session she should have deserved for her first time.
Had she lost her mind?
His African Sweetheart – part 3.2 (c) 2019 Sylvia Hubbard. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or copied in any form or by any means without written permission by the author.
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