Not My Own Chapter 1

Not My Own

A Book I'm Actually Started to Write

Chap 1
The erotic love play was intoxicating as it left Darnel panting in satisfaction. She forced a smile while looking into his eyes. She thought it was the most pathetic experience she ever had. Making love to the old white guy was much more simulating than him. She faked the entire thing of course but made sure he got his thousand dollar penile anorexia worth, it was the most she had been paid after all. He looked tucked out and she sighed. She could have gone another seven more rounds. She was a professional after all.
"Chloe," he took a deep breath "that was amazing, I swear, I'll pay you millions just for you to be mines" he smiled widely in his glee and hovered over her lusciously, tasteful plump lips for a kiss. She pushed him away by the mere excitement of his offer.
"Is that so?" she said in delight.
Her nakedness radiated more and he found himself slightly aroused.
"Yes, I love you that much" He nibbled into the side of her earlobe and inhaled the scent of ecstasy. She moved her hands up and over his abdomen slowly and gently, teasing him with her wondrous smirk.
"I love you too%u2026 but you still gonna' have pay more for round two baby" her voice purred and sent chills though his tight body.
"I'll still love you all the same. But I can't go another round." He sounded weak and sickly. It was after all his first time.
She rose up, "What are you, a virgin?"
He didn't want to sound lame and inexperience even though he was, so he lied. "What? Girl you crazy! I'm just tired, the business meeting with the investors, not to mention the new, thing, that thing oh looks how sexy the mole on your breast is" diverted the conversation as he began licking those hard as pearls pink nipples of hers.
Relief filled the air but it was the only reasonable explanation for the bad sex she supposed. She fell on his chest which was very sexy. He might have been horrible at love making, but he had the body of a Greek god. She might as well try to enjoy the second round she was going to have. She played with the heat of his arousal until the time was right and climbed on.
"Baby, just leave all the work to me"
He woke up with his cocoa dark nakedness in the field of tears and wheat and suddenly a blazing fire consumed the entire plantation but where he stood remained untouched. A deep voice called his name;
"Darnel%u2026.." Poor Darnel searched around him to find the source of voice that called his name. He felt somewhat guilt by utter sound of his name being called by this voice. "Darnel run, listen to the sound of My voice"
The fire froze; a blue ice dragon came the fire that looked like the cartoon he watched the other day, "Stay Darnel, and get laid by a hot Hispanic chick"
"Ok thanks for the advice.wait, WHAT?!"
He awoke dead in night. He flinched and made Chloe move. She moaned a bit and moved restlessly. She stopped moving when her hand rested over his groin and took a hold of it. " Even in her sleep she's a whore!" He thought. He slowly moved away from her and out of bed. He felt disgusted with himself. But he still loved her, but he kept asking himself why. It was the very first time any woman listened to what he had to say, share same views. Possibly love him. But Charles wouldn't understand that, would he? Thoughts kept wriggling through his brain. She might have been a little promiscuous but he saw a little ray of hope in her. Maybe, he could change her, maybe he could. The question 'what if' opened his imagination. What if we make the next step and became exclusive? It would just be him and her, and then he could build her up with his Christian grounded values. Some woman she was. Her voice was a like a classical Beethoven to his ears, her body tempted every square inch of his body. YES this was love, no doubt about it. He loved her, and she loved him. Nothing would get between them. Suddenly a strange topic popped into his head that was completed off the topic, what would Jesus do? He certainly wouldn't be in a situation like this; he then felt the weight of guiltiness. How ashamed he felt, he even silenced the thought of asking forgiveness. He now felt dirty and unclean. He felt red as scarlet, when he should have been as white as snow. He slipped on his pants and pulled out his wallet. He left a couple hundred dollars bills, wrapped up in a note;
"As much as I love you, I need some time alone,
To figure things out between us.
I want us to be together forever but I don't know,
If it's the right thing to do."

She wasn't the one for him, but they belong together. The conflicted truth killed his self - conscience to the point where an intense headache attacked him. No matter how gentle her sweet curves formulated her body, or how her slightly tanned skin that was temporarily tinted by his kisses. Her emerald green eyes quicken his heart beat along with his mahogany brown hair. Man he loved her. But what if it's lust? It didn't matter. He kissed her forehead, then her lips. He gawked at her nakedness once more. Soon he wanted to lay her again but she awoke. Her eyes almost glowed in the dark.
"Where are you going?" she sounded still bounded in her sweet dreams.
"Somewhere" he answered enigmatically as he walked towards the door.
"Ok%u2026.i love you" she said in a yawn.
The words echoed in his mind over and over again. "How am I ever going to let you go?" He thought.
"By My grace" said a voice in his head, he wanted to cry but he left instead.
Chloe opened her eyes wide and smiled when she saw the money printed though the little insignificant piece of paper. It was hard to sleep when he was babbling to himself about doing what's right. It was annoying. She almost laughed out loud when he said together forever. But deep down she didn't want him to leave just yet. There was a pair of five inched stilettos she had her eye on for the past two weeks and he was her credit card and how could she forget the Gucci handbag that matched perfectly to the Tee with it.
"Yum, like taking candy from a stinking rich Christian gullible baby."