Brian stood up. “I am the sun and Brian can’t hide from me. I am gonna buzz my loyalists in Miami to track him down. He will pay for ever hurting you.”
She blinked in one thoughtful moment and protested. “Stay low, Tee. I don’t want you to do that in Miami. We will wait for him at this end.”“Why don’t you want me to fix the asshole?” Brian picked up his phone in rage. His hands were shaking now and she caught sight of it, looked away, stood up and advanced to the window.“For the sake of his grandma, Tee. We want the bee and not the honey comb.”She gazed upon Brian and believed he was staring at her rolling naked buttocks and not her decision. She didn’t want things to escalate more than they had; Brian had disappeared; he had fixed himself and nothing more than that should happen to him. She wouldn’t want him to have the best of time and she wouldn’t want him dead either.The heat from Brian’s breath upon her neck interrupted her thouGrandma leered at Brian who was having his backpack across his shoulders. She knew he wasn’t happy; the hostile looks on his face spelt it. Earlier she had pacified him by leading him to the garage to make a choice of car, which henceforth would be his car. He had seen a Chevrolet and Brian and Sia struck in his head, afterwards he had uncovered a certain car which was Ford. Grandma gave him the keys and he found his way to school.Starting school was his rebirth. He was going to plan his future in Miami- even if it wasn’t in Miami, somewhere else far from home; far from spite and accusation. Running away wasn’t his trick of avoiding Sia, it was his fate. They were never meant for each other and if really they were it was short lived. He perceived Sia would be spiting him on the streets, school and wherever his name was mentioned. The neighborhood was gullible and they would believe her hook line and sinker. It would be impossible for anyone to be loyal to him as the pioneer of ne
Brian was restless until he put a call to his mother to know what the problem was and it was about the stolen wrist watch and missing tape. He perceived Sia was behind it; since she believed he raped her and to think of the police demanding for the impossible was mind blowing- inviting him over for questioning. There was no stopping him about his decisions to stay back in Miami not even the police would make him compromise. Things had taken a down turn- when he surfed his Instagram to see Sia had displayed to the whole world his picture with the caption; Behold A Rapist And A Thief. When he dialed her line it wasn’t through also that of Brian. He screen shot and felt like wailing but fought it back when grandma walked in.“You don’t stay idle in my house boy, get up and do something,” commanded grandma who was shocked at the sight of Brian keeping still and staring at her. She dropped the basket of wheat on the shelf and toddled to his side. “You don’t looking happy. You look like
When grandma picked up the phone it was the voice of a policeman wanting to speak with Brian. She handed the phone over to Brian and it was about him returning to California for mandatory questioning. He was going to return upon grandma’s advice and nothing short of that. Hurriedly he put himself in order for his trip back home. He wanted to take Mr. Biscuit along but on the contrary he didn’t want grandma to be alone while he was away.It was later that day that it dawned on him to inform Sia about his trip to California for police interrogation, also to show off his new pet, Mr. Biscuit. He called on Mr. Biscuit and they dashed out to Sia’s flat, which was not too far from the apple orchard. When they sprinted to her apartment, she was nowhere to be found, neither she nor her man. Brian peeped into her apartment yet saw no sign of life in there.He resolved to return home when Mr. Biscuit squealed and Brian caught hold of Mr. Biscuit jumping around at the apple orchard. When he
“But you heard him right. He is not in love with Sia,” said Mrs. Coleman to her husband.Brian had left the house for a walk on the street, leaving his parents to bicker over the whole issue.“Can you hear yourself,” replied Mr. Coleman, “How can you bathe a girl without nursing feelings for her- bathing is involved here; scrubbing her breasts, buttocks and all that like a lactating mother does to her baby.”“Responsibility speaks here. We raised our son to lend helping hands to others, to treat people nicely and run to their rescue. If he washed Sia that night and he is accused of stealing that shouldn’t prompt us to judge and spite him,” Mrs. Coleman said, shaking her head each time and pacing up and down the room.“You just said now we raised our son to be good in bathing the girls, but trust me, if Sia were to take a bullet from a shooter that night Brian would have taken her place.”She rolled her eyes contentiously at him, “And many divine souls have done that without being in l
Their eyes locked at once as their faces pulled like magnets and paused at lips-shot. They swallowed hard and exchanged their impatient warmth breath. A hush of tranquility hung over them as he dared to push his lips to hers and she did the same. Like a tiger descending on a prey, he attacked her moistened lips and bit out kisses so recklessly delivered that she had no option than to let go of her entire pounds on his body. Like a miracle, his hands located her fragile waist, ran down her thighs and found her netted lingerie. He squeezed her soft buttocks as dough in the hands of a baker and the force of a fruit extractor, spanking her buttocks’ cheeks and separating them each time with his fore fingers, hunting for her vulva and clitoris. Clinch! They found her clitoris. He rubbed on the nut and she yelled a moan. He lifted her, kissing her bust, and walking her to the slaughter bed. She shut her eyes yet she saw herself climbing the steps of the cloud. His thick lips pitched
Brian was tensed already in the interrogation room. Prior to his arrival at the police station, he had deleted all the messages and images linked to drugs from his Mexican boss, also removed all implicating content from his room. He had a clean cut and suited up, even when Sia and her mother ran into him they barely could recognized him. He was clean to the socks. Sia beamed with smile and wowed his tactics.The door creaked open and Inspector Fred walked in to have the seat opposite Brian. He examined his specimen for a few seconds, “Brian Rightman,” he called and scribbled on his pad.Brian’s heart raced like a ticking time bomb, as he struggled to keep a long face.“You were with Sia on the night of the party,” he said and gave a responsive look.“Yes I was favored to be selected by her in the game that came through,” he responded and tried not to lock eyes with him because each time he did his whole body jerked as egg in a
Ever since grandma gifted Brian the pet.Mr. Biscuit they had been no day they didn’t train at basketball court. As Brian busied himself with other kids at the court Mr. Biscuit sat at its spot and learnt some of the basketball tricks from top-notch players. Really it had learnt how to punch the ball into the rim, using its forehead. Once Brian had thrown the ball at Mr. Biscuit and it thumped up with its head and dunged the ball into the rim- and it had missed the rim only but a few times. Days past, Mr. Biscuit had been the center of attraction; as it entertained onlookers and amassed gifts from loyalists.“I once had a smart dog as this,” said a sonorous cute voice that sounded like two waterfalls splashing on a rock. She was in her late twenties, average height with narrow hips and annoying bust that pressed on her blouse for escape, and dark short hair over dashing, please-kiss-me face. Brian had been noticing her for so
Sia had tried to subdue her moan for the past forty five minutes now and it wasn’t working because she was on cloud nine. She had clenched her hands to her bedspread, pulled it and willing to tear it apart as Brian buried his head between her convulsing legs, giving her cunnilingus. She smacked her lips, rolled out her tongue and wriggled over the bed in sweet-hurt ecstasy. When they thought their time together was going to be eternal then came a bashing knock on the door, “Sia! Sia! The voice yelled.Like the quenching noise of the train, came a pause to Sia’s moan as they both flinched from each other, pacing round the room confusedly unable to fathom what course of action to take because the window suddenly became stiff to open for him to escape as usual. They whispered on the next line of action since they were up a creek without a paddle.“Sia, are you alright?” the voice asked yet further and the handle on the door wound down.“Open the door,” the voice ordered yet further.Wh