The Devil’s Ex-Fiancee: A Romantic Suspense
The Devil’s Ex-Fiancee is a romantic suspense book
A little introduction:
The Devil’s Ex-Fiancee is a romantic suspense story of love and how the people who will date influence us. Natalie Mary Olisa dated a cruel psychopath and that action shaped her into the character you read about in this book. If you are not in for surprises and glee for antagonists, you might not enjoy it. The pages are filled with emotions, actions, and smutty scenes that leave goosebumps all over your body.
You can start by reading the excerpt of this romantic suspense.
Note: This chapter is rated 18+
Chapter Twelve
Eric sat with his third cup of coffee and looked out the window again to see the street get dark. He had been sitting there for three hours but still wanted to be there. Going home would make things much clearer and difficult to come to terms with the truth.
He missed her — a little.
He sipped the coffee. He had been waiting for a long time. Some minutes ago, he checked Instagram, but she had not posted anything about her weekend. She was probably somewhere with her boyfriend; he couldn’t stop thinking about that. Should he be jealous of someone she had not dated? No, he shouldn’t. But here he was, sitting with a third cup of coffee and asking for the miracle of letting the thoughts of her fly away.
He missed her — a lot.
His phone had rung twice, and he didn’t pick up. The caller was Natalie. He stared at his device as if expecting her to call again. He had had hundreds of ideas on how her weekend was going, and none of them were thoughts he wanted to dwell on. Every picture he had in his head annoyed him. Were they kissing right now? Were they sitting beside a pool and giggling at each other’s jokes? He couldn’t tell.
But she had called him. Was she alone? Did she miss him, too? He was having a coffee alone, but if anyone gave him the magic to bring her to his presence right now, he would accept such powers without caring about the cost to pay. He sighed and sipped more coffee. Then, he grabbed his phone and started watching some videos on YouTube: How dolphins swim. He needed distraction. He would need something stronger now that she had called him some hours ago. He would need a bottle of beer or a couple of them. This could be his longest weekend in a while.
He lifted the cup of coffee and sipped. Then, the shop door opened, and a black lady entered the building. First, she smiled at him. At that moment, his worries vanished, replaced by his heart beating faster. He stood up. His hands were in his pocket. What should he say about not picking up her calls?
She walked toward him and stood beside his toe, staring into his eyes. “I have been calling you,” she said.
“I… I was going to call you back.”
“Why? You were here when it rang.”
He sighed. He could see the disappointment in her eyes. “I was thinking. You were busy.”
“I called… You, Eric. If I were busy, I wouldn’t have called….”
He stared at her and folded his lips. He had no excuse. What he wanted right now was to kiss her.
“Are you jealous?” she asked.
He stared at her lips hard. “You don’t know how crazy it is, but all I want to do right now is kiss you,” he said. And then, his heartbeat rate tripled.
She didn’t say anything but grinned and hid it quickly. Then, she maintained her gaze on Eric’s lips.
“Then, do it,” she said.
Eric leaned closer and closer until their lips met. He kissed her once. The beating of his heart quietened a little, like pouring cold water into a boiling one. He shut his eyes and kissed her again.
She kissed him back. They started over again and took each other’s lips like you would take your time to understand the taste of something good. He had to bend to access her mouth thoroughly, but it didn’t matter. The pleasure superseded anything he had ever had in a long time.
When they stopped some seconds later, he nodded many times and smiled.
She grinned at him. “Yeah. That was good. I really want that.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
They were quiet after that and looked at each other’s place. He wanted to ask for more. The kiss was more than friendship or anything. “You are here now,” he said. “I’m surprised.”
“Yeah,” she said and took her seat. “My weekend didn’t go as planned. I was thinking about you.”
Eric sat down, too. “It’s crazy to say, but I was here imagining things. I was thinking about your weekend. I wish I were the one.”
“That’s why you didn’t answer the phone.”
He shook his head. “I was going to… later. I am glad you are here.”
The waiter came around to ask what Natalie wanted. Then, she left to get her request.
He cleared his throat and smiled. “The thing is, after that night. We had coffee, and I enjoyed your company,” he said. “I wanted more of it. It was selfish to think maybe you enjoyed it and want to do that again. That was why I asked if you wanted to go out this weekend. Your response you gave me and seeing you leave in that car were kind of like…. Maybe I was thinking too fast. Maybe I was selfish. But now that you are here, I am glad,” he said.
“If I had agreed to your response, what would we do? We would come here and have coffee, or?”
“No… We will go to a bar. I was thinking of going to a shooting range, a library.”
She stared at him. “Everything you said is romantic to me. Are you romantic?”
He smiled, and he could have blushed. Now she was laughing at him and nodding.
The waiter brought her a cup of coffee, and she sipped.
“I’m here now. What’s the plan?”
“I could be here talking to you all day. It’s a great day now that you spend it with me.”
“Or I could forgive you for ignoring my calls if you take me to your place?”
He waited for some seconds to process what she had just said. “Yeah, well. I will be glad to show you around,” he said.
They spent the next few minutes drinking coffee and chatting a little more. The worry he had had all day melted away, and now he could drink and laugh with so much delight.
When they got to his house, he opened the door and let her in first. Then, he turned on the light to see the house. His laptop was on his dining table; the kitchen door was locked. At least the living room was arranged. He did that before he left the house.
She walked ahead of him as if this was her house and she was showing him around. She walked to the lobby beside the kitchen and stopped at the guest bedroom door. “Is this the bedroom?” she asked.
“No, the next one.”
She moved to the next door and opened it. “Show me,” she said.
He walked into the bedroom but didn’t want to show her around. It was a bedroom, and what did he need to show her that was not already on display? His closet door was partly open so that she could see it already. On the other hand, he had been thinking of what it would be like if she took off that coat, if he could touch her bare body and hold her tight, if he could kiss her again and again. She had been thinking of those Instagram photos of her in thongs. What would it feel like to see her like that in real life?
“This is my place,” he said and swallowed. She was behind him, and it was better that way. It was easier to hide the bulge under him.
He heard nothing from her, but he could feel her behind him. When he turned around, she stood beside him, staring into his eyes. “How about doing the kiss again.”
Eric smiled. This was what he wanted, and yes, things were happening too fast for him, almost like his business success. But it was the things he wanted and wished for all day. It was time to forget about the speed at which it was happening and focus on the moment. He would worry about his principles later in the future. Natalie was a good reason to break the don’t-fuck-with-your-subordinate-at-work rule. She had him break it within weeks of joining the company, and he was happy to do it. He was happy to do it again. He was happy to do it differently.
He leaned closer and kissed her. She quickly took his face in her hands, and his hands reached her ass. He liked what his hands had grabbed, big-sexy-black-ass in a sexy gown. He squeezed gently, put his tongue out, and shut his eyes.
Natalie’s eyes were closed, too, but she was communicating with him by rubbing his cheek and pushing her body towards him until she rested on him. He slowly walked back to the bed because that was what Natalie wanted. Again, she was moving him to the bed, and he would obey her command.
His thighs hit the side of the bed, and Natalie pinned him down and pounced on him like a cat. He liked this. Every reluctance had left him now. If she wanted him this much, he didn’t need to pretend, too. He grabbed her and rubbed her ass with his palm.
She kissed him, still pressing her whole body, especially her boobs, on him. If he had imagined this moment, it would have been a lot better than anything. This was real. His dick was hard. His heart was beating faster, and his fingers were inside hers. She whined her waist, knowing fully well that his cock was under her thighs.
She stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes. That moment, he swallowed saliva and much air made into his lungs. About five minutes of kissing had made it look like he could survive on less air.
She grinned at him and started pulling off her clothes. First, she stood on the bed and took off her gown.
Eric lay there and looked up at her, the white panties, thick thighs, and breasts. She could see the pattern on her thighs and ass without the main dress. Stretch marks. It was still beautiful, and he smiled like someone whose favourite dish was being prepared.
He sat up then and began to take off his clothes, too. There were no bosses or employees in this room. They were equals. How stupid of him to have held on to those kinds of rules. He would have missed this moment. He would have blamed himself for the rest of his life and kept asking, what if? What if he had told the truth?
He had told the truth, and here they were.
He flung his shirt on the couch. He was about to get up and remove his belt when Natalie straddled and sat on his thighs. “Let me do that for you,” she said.
She took off her bra. She was only wearing white panties and looking as gorgeous as she was last night when they were giggling under the moon like two teenagers that had created some mischief.
“Lie down,” she said, pushing him with her fingers.
“Oh, yes. Yes,” he said, lying down again on his back. He had been carried away with the shape and size of her boobs that he didn’t know he had paused for a few seconds.
She unbuckled his pants and took them off. Then she helped with his boots.
His dick was up and in her hands. He had to swallow and look at her to see what he was doing. First, it was the thumb rubbing the tip of his cock before she wrapped her whole hand and began to stroke him. Then, three or more of those later, she put her mouth on his cock.
He gasped. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for, and it was so different from masturbating to her picture or the fantasies he had. He shut his eyes and let out a soft moan again and again. One time, she massaged his balls quickly and left them alone. He didn’t know what to do, smiling or moaning even louder. He was so turned on in the moment that his eyes flickered with excitement.
So he raised his torso and looked at her. She would roll her eyes at him and smile. Then, she sucked on top of his dick. He enjoyed it, yet he wanted to touch her, too. Those boobs, thighs, her body. Maybe it was because it was his first time. He had liked her more and wanted to please her as much as she was doing to him. He wanted to do a lot of things at once.
He asked her to lie down when she stopped to look at him again.
She did as he said.
“Can you spread your legs for me?” he asked.
She did.
First, he took off the panties. There was a breathtaking sight before him. He sure liked chocolates a lot, which gave him excitement in his stomach that he couldn’t hold any longer. Next, he grabbed his dick with one hand and stroked as he watched her pussy. He could do this all day; he could do this until he was going to come.
“Are you scared of touching my pussy?” she asked him after a few seconds.
He didn’t mean to pass the wrong idea, but he was fascinated. “No. No,” he said. Then, he knelt before Natalie and started rubbing her thighs. He exposed her pink clits and smiled excitedly. There was fluid, and his dick was rock hard. This was a great fantasy, and he was living in it.
He watched her face and slowly put his mouth on her clit. The smell was pleasant, like she had prepared for him — or her fiance. A little jealousy was about to creep into him, but he let it go. He had all of her scent, body, and moans to himself. There was no reason to be jealous. He lapped at her pussy with his tongue, turned his head, and sucked-sucked so that she held his hair and begged him not ever to stop.
She was twitching under him, and her moans grew louder. “Eric, I’m good. Yes, this is good. But, please,” she said. It sounded like a plea for him to continue. Of all his jobs, this was one of the most rewarding ones. So, he kept at it, using his lips and tongue on her opening, his palm up there on her boobs.
Then, he stopped and looked at her. In that short second, he imagined what fate had brought them together. He’d moved from admiring her and watching her photos on his laptop to having his face between her thighs. If fantasy could become real this fast, how great would life be?
