Chapter 5 Memories of Moriah

Darian Woods

Laying on my bed, empty thoughts filtered through my mind as I gazed out into the sky from the skylight rooftop, the stars twinkling and illuminating the big black canvas, mapping out a pattern. The uneasiness I felt faded as I sat up silhouetted in the shadows by the dull lights in the room, pondering on life.

"Why did I have to go to the same city she was in?" I uttered in my reverie. I did not appreciate that I will have to stay in a city where I have to see Moriah. I had no issues with her, I just hated the way she made me feel like the same man my father was.

Picking up my phone, I dialed Jack's number,

"Hello, is anything wrong?" Jack questioned.

"I need you to find any available lady I can pass the time with," I said to Jack over the phone.

"What kind of lady do you want?" he inquired.

"Just anything to pass the time with", I said before hanging up, moving to the bathroom to dip myself in a hot tub. I had to wash away the thoughts of Moriah that were building inside of me.

Minutes later, Jack came in with a lady, her red-colored hair pouring onto her shoulders, she was putting on a sleeveless blue silk gown with transparent heels, I rolled my eyes looking at the complexity of her appearance. Knowing about her wasn't what my concern was, as definitely, for her to be picked by Jack, she wouldn't be totally worthless. I motioned for her to come to join me at the bed with my hands raised and Jack excused himself.

Dragging down the zip of her gown, I pushed her to the bed in a very rough manner. As expected, she still smiled even with the way my care was trash. I loosened the bathrobe on me and moved to the bed to pounce on her and derive maximum pleasure as that was the only thing I longed for at the moment.

Getting on her, with my eyes staring into hers so deeply, my mind noted out her hazel brown colored contact lens reminding me of Moriah, the only difference being that it was Moriah's real eye color. Nibbling on her right nipple with my lips and my left hand palming her left breast, fiddling it simultaneously, I let my fingers slip into her. Sliding in and out of her already wet channel, pumping greedily, I heard her release a moan. I continued sliding in vigorously, staring straight at her eyes that reminded me of Moriah, the first day I sexed her, the painful scream she let out, all of it came rushing back to my head and I closed my eyes to shut it off. My brain still did not forget to remind me of that sweet smile she let out after the scream.

Opening my eyes and shutting off the thoughts, I pulled out my fingers as she was wet already and held my already erected groin, letting it roll along her crotch. Not being able to control my libido, I licked her vulva and thrust into her. Pumping in and out recklessly, trying to reach that peak of pleasure I was craving.

"Ahhh....", I heard her scream out in what seemed like a painful joy. I kept on thrusting, on and on, trying to squeeze out the pleasure from her breasts. Taking my mouth back to her breasts, I bit on her nipple and she let out another moan.

Not getting the exact feeling I craved even though it was inexplicable to me, I pulled out and let myself fall on the bed, staring into the transparent ceiling.

I watched the girl who I had no idea who she was, smiling so widely like she was choked with some sweet flavor. I stared at her keenly, trying to penetrate her thoughts but I lost the enthusiasm as I didn't find her appealing. She moved closer to me, stretching her hand to my groins,

"Don't dare", I cautioned her as I held back her hands, glaring at her face expressionlessly.

"But, I just want to....", she faltered, leaving her voice to trail off as she watched the frown that had formed on my face.

"Pick up your things and leave. You will meet some helpers. Ask anyone for the person that brought you up, he will give you some money and we never had anything", I said, faking a smile that brought chills to her.

I briskly left the room a few minutes after I sent her away, then moved to the cellar. Picking up a strong alcohol, I phoned Jack to come over and join me as I no longer enjoyed staying in my thoughts alone.

"You didn't find her satisfying?", Jack said to me as soon as he stepped into the cellar.

"I think I'm just not in the mood, you did your best sending someone up and that fast," I commended him, as he was one friend I could trust in his dealings.

"You know I'd always render my service to you," Jack said letting out a slight grin.

I stared at him for some time, then raised the glass of wine I was holding, to my line of vision, viewing through it.

"Has Peter sent any response concerning Moriah's Data?" I asked Jack, who raised his eyes to me before giving a response.

"You still think about her. Then why did you ever let her go?" He probed.

"I don't, don't get things twisted. I would just like to know how she's faring, besides, I'll definitely see her when we move to Carlton."

"I hope it is," Jack said, sounding not really convinced, "I just noticed your mood change ever since her name came up."

"It's normal, she was once my wife," I declared, taking a sip from the glass.

"There's no news from Gazel, am I right?" Jack only gave me a nod in approval which deepened the frown on my face.

"I just hope we get that video soon," I said. letting my head fall backward, I inhaled deeply.