Sixty-one. Let me have you

Sixty-one. Let me have you

Ezekiel arrived at Chilano suites and was escorted to the private room his friend had booked. The lad was already there with a shawty who was pleasuring him. Ezekiel clicked his tongue and immediately took a seat opposite him. There was also another woman that was there. She came forward to take his coat however, the death glare that the man sent at her halted her in her steps.

"C'mon bro. Don't scare the woman", Michael said with a chuckle. "I brought her here for you".

Ezekiel looked at the woman in question. From head to toe. Subconsciously, he compared her to the girl he had told to wait for him. Ezekiel clicked his tongue as the woman standing before him paled in comparison. Monalissa was beautiful. He didn't want to admit it but that was the bitter truth.

"Get out", he ordered and the woman left, her head hung in shame.

"Whatever did she do to you?", Michael asked.

"She's no good", Ezekiel replied as he poured himself a drink.

"How'd you know that? She's sexy".

Ezekiel scoffed. "She's not".

"You have one then?"

Ezekiel ignored him and sipped his drink. He allowed the drink to melt in his mouth as his tongue did a wonderful job in exploring it's sweetness. Then he gulped it down leaving an aftertaste that was memorable.

Michael smiled at him. "No need to ask. Kayla's the best".

Ezekiel frowned. Michael wasn't stupid as he noticed the frown at the mention of Kayla. "Why? Did something happen? You guys aren't close anymore?"

"Don't talk about her".

"Okay".

Ezekiel took another sip to calm himself down. "So tell me, how was your trip?"

"Good. I met someone big".

Ezekiel chuckled. "Who's she?"

Michael grimaced in embarrassment. "You know me too well".

"I'm your best friend".

Michael smiled. "You say nice things recently. What happened to you?"

Monalissa happened to me, Ezekiel heard his alter ego say.

"Anyways, I met with Cee country's president's daughter", Michael said.

Ezekiel leaned back into his seat with his drink in hand. "You hit it high this time bro".

"I know right?", Michael said with a deep chuckle. "Well...we just had a moment".

"Did she seem to like you?", Ezekiel asked.

"Well...yeah. And she seemed to tell me some things while we were in our cocoon".

Ezekiel downed a glass and reached for another glass.

"She said she was the adopted daughter of the president's family. Not everyone knows this. She let me know".

"You're special then".

"I think", Michael smirked. "She says she received a letter telling her that the president is still searching for her daughter...that she'll soon be swept under the rug. The person told her that she needs to do something about it".

"What did you tell her?", Ezekiel asked.

"Told her that it's just some black bellied person who doesn't like peace. The person wants to destroy her. Told her not to believe them. Even if it's true...it doesn't matter since no one would throw her away".

"When did you have such wisdom?", Ezekiel teased.

The two men chuckled.

"Mike, I received news", Ezekiel said.

"On what?"

"Lily. The parents you found weren't the real parents. Some bastard tricked you".

Michael couldn't help but be petrified at the revelation. "What bullshit is that?!"

"Yeah. That's total bullshit", Ezekiel concurred.

"Then, if they're not Lily's parents, are her parents dead?"

"That's what I should find out. I heard she's here in Moon country" Ezekiel said and downs another glass.

"Wow! Bro that's good news. I'm really happy for you. Things are working out well".

"I hope I find her soon".

It was almost nine, when the door to the room drew open and someone staggered into it. Monalissa was seated on the bed while looking through a book she had found. She was waiting for her master.

"Walker?"

Monalissa raised her head and went forward to meet him. "Monalissa's here master", she said with her head bowed. The smell of alcohol didn't go unnoticed by her sense of smell.

Ezekiel took few steps and closed their gaps. "You were waiting for master?"

"Yes. Master's drunk and he needs a rest now. We can talk tomorrow".

"Rest? I don't need any rest. I need you".

Monalissa looked at him. That sentence was enough to send her to the edge accompanied with the hoarseness of his voice.

Ezekiel slid his arms around her waist and held her firmly there bringing her closer to his chest. She didn't know if it was the tension that has risen between them or the cool air coming from the air conditioner in the room but her silky white pajamas revealed two hard points and this seemed to tickle the man who looked down at her.

"You want me too, don't you?"

Monalissa cursed her body system for being so provocative. She didn't say anything. At that moment, she felt the man's warm breath fanning her neck with his fingers drawing invisible lines on her waist.

"Let me have you, Walker".