Chapter 5 One time model

Dominic quickly grabbed her hand pulled it away from his bulge. He was about to yell at her but remembered, they are still in an interview.

He smiled at the camera, "Excuse me" he said lightly and draw his lips close to her ear.

"What do you think you're doing?" He whispered.

"Isn't it right for a woman to know the size of her husband cock? I was just doing what I think it's necessary" she whispered then look down at his trouser. "I must say. The little monster is quite sensitive" she added.

Dominic look down at his trouser and his eyes widened.

He's hard!!

He try composing himself and sat up.

Chantel smirked knowingly.

After the interview, Chantel left the place. Dominic followed, he grab her hand and pin her against the wall.

"What the fuck was that?" He shot a deadly glare at her but she didn't flinch.

"What are you talking about?" She asked back.

"I'm talking about the rubbish you spurted out there and your action. Didn't I told you I don't like being touch?" He asked she holding her hand.

Chantel raised her brow, her eyes turned cold as she glanced down the hand holding hers.

Before he could process what's going on, Chantel knee him on his groin. Dominic eyes rolled as his hand went in between his leg.

Enzo eyes widened. "B...bo..ss" he stuttered looking back and forth.

"You're not the only one who doesn't like being touch" Chantel said calmly before walking away swaying her Large seductive hips.

Dominic held the wall for support. What have he gotten himself into?

"Boss, are you okay?" Enzo asked trying to hold his shoulder.

"No dumbass.. fuck" He cursed. She hit him pretty hard there.

Getting outside the building, Chantel entered her car.

"Master requested for you to come home immediately after the interview" The driver informed. Chantel let out a deep sigh. Her dad is sure desperate about this wedding. She had been under a strong surveillance just to make sure she did not escape.

They got to the mansion, Chantel spot her father talking with a professional woman.

"Hello Chantel, this Esther, your stylist. Your wedding is in two days.. you need to look gorgeous" her father said.

Chantel scoffed watching him leave.

"Shall we miss?" Esther smiled brightly.

***

[PRIVATE.. RESTURANT]

"Is everything alright?" Laila asked Maltida.

"What?" Maltida asked snapping out of her deep thought.

"You're awfully quiet" she said.

"I.. I uhm.. fine.. I just have a fever" She replied.

"Is something bothering you.. if yes then let's fix it" Chantel said.

"No, I'm feeling sick that's all" she replied.

"How did your wedding preparation go?" Laila asked.

"I left" Chantel replied.

"Left?"

"I sneak out.. the stylist must be looking for me" she shrugged.

"Girl your wedding.."

"Nah, it's the wedding.. not my wedding. I don't want it so it's not mine"

"Did you see Mr Dominic face on the news" Maltida finally spoke.

"Let's see" Laila demand.

Maltida bought out a picture of Dominic. The part where his face was paled and his eyes widened.

Chantel burst into laughter, she told her friends what she did and they all join her.

"Poor guy, he doesn't know what he got himself into" Laila muttered.

"So you really came back" A familiar voice made Chantel smile disappeared. She slowly raised her head and saw the face she never want to see.

"Your question is quite absurd, I think you need your glasses to know if I'm really here or not" Chantel said lightly resting her finger under her chin.

Yulia fold her arm below her breast. Behind her was her two other model friends. All rude!

Laila and Maltida face turned cold. Maltida's phone buzz and she check it. Her face turn disturbed immediately she saw the message.

"You're still the same bitch from last two years..."

A loud bang sounded as Chantel stood up slowly and face her.

"I can't believe you came here just to show how small your brain is" Chantel said calmly.

"Tssk! Says the one time model. You left because of Juliana's death.. isn't it" Yulia said.

"One time model?" Chantel scoffed and walk close to her. "Are you scared?" She asked.

"Why should I be. Trash like you won't make it to the top even if you decide to come back"

"Oh I'll show you what this trash can do.. Galaxy show.." Chantel paused and draw her lips close to her ear..

"I know what you did bitch.. did you really enjoyed that old man's dick. Gosh you disgust me" Chantel took a deep breath.

"Stay out of my lane Yulia. I can't be gentle" she said and walked pass her with Laila and Maltida following her.

Yulia stood on her spot with her fist tightened.

***

In a dark quiet street Maltida look around before knocking the door before her. After a while, the door opened revealing a guy smoking dangerously. Seeing her, his lips curve up.

"How many times do I have to tell you never to disturb me" she gritted her teeth.

The huge tattooed guy didn't bother replying her as he dragged her into the room, pinned her against the wall and crash his lips on her.

Maltida tried getting away from his grip but no avail. His strong body was pressing against her not giving her the chance to breath. His callous went to grab her ass as he sucked on her lips.

After knocking the air out of her lung and ravishing those full lips he finally stop.

Maltida gasped for air immediately, her eyes became watering resulted from lack of breath, her lips swollen and wet.

"Did you miss me?" He asked in his deep alluring voice, he bite down his lower lips as he watch her breath hard.

"Fuck you!" Maltida yelled pushing him with so much force.

He staggered a bit and chuckled enjoying her look.

"C'mon babe, I know you miss this" He said walking close to her again. He raised his hand to touch her but she slapped it away.

"Don't you fucking touch me Gabriel!" She spat.

"Tssk! Hearing my name from those lovely lips of yours gives me butterflies"

"What are you doing here, you said once you're out of prison, you'll leave the country. It's been a month already"

Gabriel eyes changed for a moment as rest his right hand on the wall.

"Do you think I'll leave, without teaching him a lesson. I went to jail for three good years because of him and you think I'm going to let that slide? Tssk.. that would never happen" he said calm.

"You were only punished for what you did. Don't blame another person" Maltida said.

"Hmm.. are you worried about me or you're worried about your friend who is getting married to him tomorrow?" He asked lightly, then raised his thumb to caress her lower lips turning her on bit by bit.

Maltida went mute, not knowing what to say. Her relationship with Gabriel was hidden. She almost went crazy went Gabriel was sentenced to prison for drug trafficking but didn't tell anyone, even her friends.

"Answer me baby" he said in a hoarse voice drawing his face close to hers. He left hand went to one of her breast massaging it gently.

"I.. I.. I.." Maltida couldn't find a word to say.

Gabriel lips met with hers again and her mind went shut. She close her eye responding this time around. His other hand went down to her dress dragging it up, then drag her pantie down.

She moaned against his lips as he touch her wetness. Her instinct was telling her to run away from him but his touch was irritable.

"Ohh, Gab!" She moaned out when he dipped two fingers into her pushing it in and out of her.

Gabriel made her cum on his finger and took it into his mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard" he whispered biting her neck. He carried her and placed her on the table before dragging his trouser down bringing out his huge monster.

"Oh fuck!!!" Maltida screamed throwing her head backwards as he thrust hard into her. His moves wasn't slow but damn fast as he kept sucking and biting her lips.

The heavy breath and moan rented the dark room as she begged for more.

"Oh Don't stop!!"

"Fuck me hard Gab!!"

"Oh my! I love your cock!"

"Oh harder!"

"Ouch!!"