1 Chapter I: Author POV

It took Mona an ounce of self control to have walked out of James's room, shutting the doors behind her gently, but well, that was only a prank for the first time.

She walked briskly into the hallways to her en suite with a tingled heart down her spine, pounding her head.

She sat unladylike at the edge of her bed comforting herself in deep thoughts. She just didn't help it but to miss the dick of the man she had fantasized the most since her aching breakup aback college.

She had traveled to Gabon two years ago and unknowingly married the uncle of the man she loves.

Remember the plastic marriage that happened on the 27th December at the Evangelical Church in Gabon? Yes, referencing the 52 year old Sammy. It all began in the year 2004 after a painful breakup with famous James Jackson and she met a rigid old man at the Royal Palm Hotel Libreville.

Ho, Sammy wore luxuries and was in charge of the girls in his bosom. His Mercedes Benz parked inside the hotel was a weapon of mass destruction when his convoy drove in. Everyone had caught sight of top business tycoon in Gabon as he pranced out of his vehicle.

She was working on a night shift as a waitress and went to serve what Sammy and his clientele had ordered.

She hated the god-awful job and especially doing what she did. Mona opted for it because of the precarious situation she had found herself there in Gabon.

Life was very difficult and became unbearable for her and since she needed to pay a whole lot of reckoning for household and to complete her graduation fares. Well, she had no other choice but to work her little ass off.

Somehow, their one month camaraderie had metamorphosed to another level and of course, the money-grubber accepted the jerk snappy marriage proposal on a cold Friday night.

That was three weeks past the duo amazing encounter. You can call her a fickle or whatsoever, but, she was elated at once in a lifetime opportunity that her quandaries were all gone and she would no longer have further worries.

The perception about blah blah only tweaked when she later realized that the man she fancied and dated for two nights sometime during her tertiary education, was the niece to the old jerk. Ugh.

That is a criminal and so damn fucking disgusting in bed.

On February 4, 2005, Mona and Sammy had returned back home, to meet with the entire family during an exquisite dinner night. The pistol leg flattering black trousers she wore was the deal for the radiant pink and sexy blouse.

And on her feet were four-inch black heels as her whammy ponytail on her head was bouncing to her tune. Honestly. She had made it up to the nines. She was wearing a lustrous red lipstick, straight up from the fashion fair back in Gabon.

Damn.

The now 28 year old was ready to meet with the whole family! She walked from the main entrance into Jackson's mansion with her head held high, beaming with the radiant of light as she walked into someplace she had not seen yet or probably forgot.

Left, right, left, right, and as she approached the main door with another step, the echo of her heels vibrated the god-damn house, and if you were there, the squeal would perhaps pale and shake you like harmattan wind.

With arms locked onto each other, the couple had budged in escorted by suitcases and bodyguards. Her chocolate skin was as rich and deep as any stately home mahogany.

There were deep richness to it similar to the kernel oil made by J-Palm in Liberia. A vibe that would make you feel and think that she was characterized by tenderness, compassion, and sympathy, but alas, smart, and blackened by evil and shenanigans.

While the rest of the family members welcomed the couple and exchanged side conversations with Mona. Sammy Johnson, the half brother of Samuel Jackson, suddenly introduced his wife to a dazzling James Jackson who had arrived some minutes after, from a business trip in Switzerland.

Only the two knew what was up their sleeves after they had chitchatted, but it's a whole long story to tell someday.

Mona eyes had watched James in lala land, in front of her and that stopped in her chest. He had spiky black hair that complements his light skin so beautifully.

His blue and black eyes are brighter than the sun itself, and his built of 6ft 7 in would certainly have any girl core throbbing.

His usual fashionable look and smile would melt the heart of any girl into a puddle of nothing, or to literally a piece of thrash.

His lustrous set of teeth, and ouch, every breath he took while sleeping reciprocated deep shivers down Mona's spine and excited her insides. Her pants sobbed. Sometimes she felt that God made James Jackson solely for her delight. Ho God, he's fine! Jesus. She is totally obsessed with this guy and she knows it.

Since her return from the Gabon to Jackson's mansion, all she had done time in and out was to chase after the dashing fellow here and there and try to puzzle the things that perhaps she thought were left unfixed in the year 2002, but the arrogant bastard, James Jackson, never cared, nor give a damn about her on countless occasions. It was just a 'two-day outing and pleasure' and nothing else! After all, now she is James's 'aunt'. Isn't she?

He had rejected her when she was naked from head to toe after a hot shower in the middle of the night. Uh! Wait, that was not all. I will tell you more. Dressed in her sexiest night robes, he even refused her taste the night she attempted seducing him, and had made a tasty English dinner. Well, tonight is the night, and she must makeup for all those failed attempts and shag this man twice like she did two years ago.

Mona slumped into her bed, sat up, slapped her palms onto her face, and walked off to the mirror and rubbed body lotion to her skin. "No, no, Mona. Gosh! No. You're his aunt. Aren't you? You can't go back in there." The only thing that had plunged to the core of her heart was goosebumps. And what kept swirling inside her head was 'sex' and crazy reflections of James Jackson. Her obsession.

In May, on a chilly Wednesday evening, the man of her dreams had finally gave her the nod of approval that he would treat her to a romantic tryst. The lovely ambiance at the hotel was fascinating, and his expensive crisp white suit was the perfect deal for the occasion. His focus was scattered, so filled with nervous anticipation was he, not really excited or giddy, but this chick had been squashing and unnerving him since their meeting. He couldn't hold a conversation or sit still while his thoughts danced in infinite directions. Yet he had to get through the day in one piece and hit the core, that was all he wanted, pure ecstasy hereafter.

The famous James Jackson, had met Mona four weeks ago at an entrepreneurial series he had organized at her university, and, handed her his business card unhappily upon request. My, at that moment she instantly hoped for their first date and her all insides stirred. "Hey, don't cry in there!" She whispered-shout. She could picture it already - holding hands-in-hands, a tingling feeling spreading throughout her entire body. A single chance she can't afford to miss with the big shot. She imagined that she would take him for a walk through the park and born babies with him. It seemed like the most natural thing in all the world, ugh, impossible when she and her family had tossed to Gabon only after a few days of their somewhat amazing encounter.

When she walked in, James didn't do the usual formalities like standing up, kissing her on both cheeks, and pulling out a chair for her to sit. The arrogant bastard opted for his own seat, as she took hers, and ordered a special service, uh-uh, after all he's a renowned businessman. Less than ten minutes, they had been served with a box of fried eggs, bacon, mushrooms, sausages, tomatoes, brown toasts and two pots of coffee. As they ate, there wasn't much of plenty talks, but yes, they small-talked about their previous encounter, business and other sensitive things.

Of course, banging was certainly the next thing on the agenda, and she craved for that throughout the dinner. She'd wink her eyes, make a horny face and then sprawled her stunning legs across the coffee table. After brunch, James took her up to the suite he had booked in the hotel. She looked around the room and took in the pure luxury. Then, she kicked off her sandals, and the super king-size bed called her. It was his thing. James wanted it too, I told you so. He wasted no time at all. He was right beside her in a matter of minutes and started undressing her. He tossed his shirt and pants to one side of the room. Took off her bra and matching thong then pulled the dress off her, watched her bare naked. Six packs? Nice body, she thought. When the pants had come off, his bulging weapon of mass destruction had jutted out bobbing up and down. Her obsession stood at full attention, reminding her that he is all she had yearned for in this life. Everything that came out to play was breathtaking. James spitted his forefinger and rubbed it gently over her core. He gripped her two legs and pulled her closer and placed his hand between her legs. One, two, and three and then back to the middle finger massaging the g-spot. She moaned to the song coming from her pussy. She dripped wet instantly. His butterfly soft lips were up and against hers. Her insides dripped like honey. All she ever wanted right there was for him to fill her up already. She pleaded with James to kiss her body, nipples, stomach and goddamn everywhere else.

"Come here."  James lowly muttered.

"Ah, ooo, James, right there. Yes there! ."

"Yes, ahh, like that. Hold me tight."

"F-fuck!"

James stroke faster and fingerdick her as she was way at the top of Mount Everest. He then paused and white semens spread beyond his hands. He took one breast in his mouth, then the other, he ran his tongue on her nipples. Her nipples were so hard, medium sized but he squeezed them, licked them and made sucking noises that set her on fire and sent butterflies down her stomach. She couldn't stay focused, he was working her too damned good.

"Coming... keep it right here... I'm coming..."

She stroked his manhood with the rhythm and intensity of her heart beat.

"Ooh, baby, right here, oh God, oh, my God, ooo."

"Fuck!"

Mona practically went on faster and faster and then stopped when her orgasm had consumed her. She shook uncontrollably and held on to him. When her body returned to itself, she craved for more.

She couldn't wait to feel him. She went crazy. She sat up and rubbed his penis against her pussy, letting the head open her up, wet semens dripped from her vagina. The sensations made his eyes roll. They were both far gone up a mountain of pure ecstasy.

And yeah, that made James as insane as Mona was.