Chapter 5 Soft Moans

Leah's POV

Walking into his apartment, I found Tony sitting on the sofa, he stood up immediately he saw me and frowned.

I didn't know what to tell him. "Good morning." I greeted.

"What's the meaning of all these?" He asked.

"I don't understand." I answered, totally confused.

He cleared his throat and continued. "I called Karen this morning, she was not sick and she said you didn't even pay her a visit last night."

Fear paralyzed me. "She's lying."

"No, she's not because I went there this morning and you were not there either."

"Fine, I went to a club and met this guy who took me to his house." I replied.

"How can you be so dumb? Who's this guy? What if he was a kidnapper or a maniac? What would you have done if he had ripped you apart and dumped you in garbage like a psycho?" He asked.

How could I explain everything to him that I was drunk. Frowning, I answered. "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing."

"You don't go to clubs, I don't know what you're saying. You're just confusing me," He stated, a little fake sarcastic amusement drawn across his face. "You were lying to me all this time, weren't you?" He inquired with a tone of sadness lacing his words.

I shrugged, becoming irritated. It was not my fault that he was a nitwit. "I always went to the club whenever you're not at home." I admitted.

He chuckled and looked at me with anger. "I didn't even know I was sharing a house with a whore." He snapped.

My eyeballs nearly popped out of its socket. "I'm not a whore."

"What do you call a lady who follows a male stranger to his house in the night?" He asked, scrunching up the piece of paper in his hands.

"I'm not a whore." I maintained.

"Are you going to tell me that he didn't touch you. He didn't have sex with you or try to rape you."

I frowned. I couldn't possibly tell him it was Gabriel, his best friend. No way, I wasn't that dumb. "I was drunk, how was I supposed to know if such things happened?"

"You're not going to lie to me, are you?" He ventured, cautiously.

"Alright, we had sex." I replied genuinely.

"What style?" He asked and I looked at him shocked as he walked towards me.

"I can't remember the style, I was drunk." I answered and he smiled charmingly and touched my breasts.

"Why did you lie? Why did you pretend to be a virgin?"

I shifted back and eyed him. "You were always behaving like a psycho. You always talked bad about sex making it feel and look like a crime."

"I thought you also felt the same way." He replied, putting his hands in his pocket.

"Well, I didn't." I snapped.

"I honestly love sex but I thought I was sharing the house with someone who hated sex and that made me talk ill about sex thinking you were also of the same ideology."

He walked towards me and kissed my neck, I shivered unconsciously as he pushed me to the wall. I could feel his erection pressing against mine. "I can't do this." I said, moaning loudly.

"We can do this, right here and right now." He replied and held my breasts placing his mouth on them.

It suddenly felt disgusting. He also lied to me about being an innocent person. I pushed him away quickly. "You're really stupid, you were actually pretending too."

He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "We were both pretending, get that into your thick skull so we are both stupid." He replied.

"I don't want to do this." I told him and he looked at me confused, he brought down his trousers and showed me his erection.

I closed my eyes in fright. "That thing is not even long." I muttered in horror, slowly opening my eyes.

He frowned and wore his trousers quickly. "It's not my fault that it's not big and long like you want it. I mean, that's why I always felt insecure and rejected. That's the main reason I pretended to hate sex." He admitted.

I blew out an exasperated sigh. "Tony?" I prompted softly. "I can't live with you anymore, it's not going to work out."

"Why? I'm not complaining."

"I've found somewhere to stay." I replied.

He looked at me, devastated. "You're leaving me?" He asked and I slowly nodded.

I climbed the stairs and walked into my room. I brought out a small bag and packed all my clothes into it. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I knew I was doing the right thing, it was definitely the right thing.

I stepped into the shower to bathe, and as soon as I finished, I quickly wore a pink gown.

"I didn't mean to offend you." I told him as I walked down the stairs.

"But you did." He reminded me, folding his arms.

"It wasn't intentional, I felt a connection with this guy. I knew I wanted him."

He chuckled. "It still doesn't change the fact that you're a whore." He snapped.

"And you're a mentally derailed psycho." I fired back and walked out of his house holding my bag.

The street seemed empty as I came out of his compound. I waved my hands in the air stopping a bike. "Sarem street." I told him and climbed the bike. I placed my bag on my lap and instructed him to drive.

He drove off immediately, my mind was full of thought, somehow I felt I was wrong and I had betrayed him. Could the secret stay hidden forever? I asked myself. I was certain Tony would visit Gabriel and what would happen if he found me at his house.

"Ma'am, we've reached." The bike man said, jerking me back to reality as I climbed down from his bike.

"I'm sorry." I quietly apologized and paid him his fees.

I held my bag and crossed to the other side of the street. I walked into Gabriel's compound and walked towards the door. I stopped when I heard a woman moan in a seductive and sweet way.

I drew a deep breath trying to stop myself from thinking. Was Gabriel already cheating on me? I had controlled myself and not let Tony touch me, I prayed he did the same.