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Got time to write this chapter, it was going to be much longer but it kind of got long enough….I really hope wewe like how it turns out because im not too sure that you’ll like it so read on and let me know what wewe make of it!
She gave him a wicked smile, daring him to speak. She had been right in thinking he would not have expected this, not in a million years. He would have expected her to seek revenge on him for going to the press, maybe to even come to him in a huff of anger and publicly humiliate him at work in front of all his staff.
But to come to his office late in the evening with a subtle tone to her voice, a kinky outfit and that seductive smile, no, he would not have expected that. She began to feel nervous suddenly, as she noticed his eyes darken and roam her body inch kwa inch. He had that predator look in his eyes, the same look he would have every night they had spent together in the past. The same look he had the night she first slept with him. Whenever he looked at her like that, with true want and desperate need, she couldn't help but feel beautiful, sexy and simply wanted.
She loved feeling that way, no matter how much she would deny it, Chuck was the only person who could make her feel that way. She began to relax and realised that right now, standing here in front of his wanting eyes, she was in control. She could seduce him just the way she had planned and then she would resume control of their whole situation. She would have him doing whatever she asked, starting with nipping that little NY Times interview in the bud, she couldn't have him publicly accuse her of infidelity. Then she would turn the tables on him, (play hard to get), make him want her in his life and then make sure he agreed with her request to remain good Marafiki after their divorce, the divorce she wished to initiate (she couldn't let people think he was the one who filed for divorce, it was either her au it was a mutual decision!).
It felt like an eternity before he finally cleared his throat and mustered up the strength to speak, "what are wewe doing here?" he muttered whilst simultaneously loosening his tie which suddenly felt too tight. She noticed this and immediately leaned in to offer her assistance, wrapping her nimble fingers around his, around his tie and pulling it looser around his neck. He retracted his own hand, pulling out from her grasp as she worked on his tie, then she too let go and smiled. He couldn't believe how hot she looked right now, his mind was clouded with picha of just her, touching her, holding her, kissing her, licking her, biting her, fuc...(he couldn't be thinking about that right now, especially with her in front of him looking so...do-able). He wondered how she would react if he touched her bare thigh, that would be letting her win though right?
"Going to the press about our personal life? Seriously, not such a wise move," she criticised before perching herself on his dawati in front of him and placing her hands in her lap, folding one over the other, "especially for a Bass."
He smirked at her meeting her eyes with a teasing glint, "what would wewe know about being a Bass? If I remember correctly, wewe wont be one for much longer." he leaned back in his chair triumphantly knowing that she would flinch at being reminded of the divorce, especially since he was assuming control of the matter kwa moving out of the house. Did she think she could just turn around one siku and demand a divorce and then not speak to him for days, she was just concerned about making him suffer, making him think that she didn’t want him and then insult him kwa claiming that they remain as friends. Well he wasn’t going to sit back and let her think he was some sort of victim, so he had decided to walk out on her and make it seem that he wanted nothing zaidi to do with her. She could have her divorce but it would mean that he would make sure she would never see him again, (marring her reputation was the icing on the cake) deep down, he knew that these consequences might actually make her think twice about getting a divorce. But what the hell was she doing here, why had she come to him, dressed like that, talking and smiling like that? What was she after?
Blair cleared her throat and decided on using her learned tactics, she let her hands fall back and leaned herself back, using her hands on the meza, jedwali behind her to lean on, then she spread her legs slightly, the thought suddenly occurring to her that she should have worn a skirt, upindo to give him a peek of her panties, but exposing a clothed crotch would be enough to turn Chuck on. She was correct judging kwa his eyes quickly glancing down between her legs at the shimmering material of her hot pants and then all the way upwards admiring the peak of her breasts which were enhanced kwa her new sitting position. She seemed to shiver from his heated gaze and then her cheeks reddened as she blushed for the umpteenth time as he looked at her like that.
She locked eyes with him for a moment and her nearness to him allowed her to see the depth of his orbs. She slowly dragged one of her legs over the other, 'accidentally' brushing the inside of his thigh with her moving leg. He gulped and blinked his eyes closed for a little longer than he should have. She was intoxicating and the smell of her was driving him wild, he wanted to pull her too him and crash his lips against her blood red one's. The way she was perched on his dawati with those tight hot pants dripping her punda made him ache to grope her and drag her backside crashing onto his hips, he had to grip onto the arms of his chair to stop him from uigizaji on his instincts, she was his kryptonite and she was so close to being ravaged kwa him, and sudden movement and she would be pinned under him screaming his name, he just knew it.
As if she heard his mental request (thank God), she leaned mbele whilst she had his attention, moving closer to him whilst he automatically, as if magnetised, moved towards her too, he knew this was it, he would be tasting her in seconds. Just as they were close enough to feel one another’s breath she jumped off the dawati and turned abruptly away from him, skipping off towards a book case on the ukuta to her right. Chuck let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding and fisted his hands thinking of how close he had felt to being kissed kwa her. He couldn't believe it, what was she playing at! Was she trying to kill him, did she not hear how hard his moyo was beating, how desperate he was to feel her, to have her panting against him once and for all. He managed to focus his eyes as he recovered from her rejection and watched her as she ran her silky fingers along the wooden book case. With her back towards him he could see her slender, naked legs topped off with her firm round bottom. He yearned to run a hand up from her ass, over her curved waist, along her spine towards her neck, his favourite part of her (amongst all his other favourite parts of her). He stood from his chair and stalked towards her slowly, he knew from the look in her eyes before, she wanted him and who was he to deny her? Although he couldn't be entirely sure...it had seemed like she had wanted him, she was the one who came to him dressed like she had actually chosen threads he would approve of, she was the one who had almost kissed him and blushed at the intent way he had appreciated her body when she had walked in. au was she trying to trick him, maybe she had some sort of game plan, maybe she was trying to play with him, was he really being fooled kwa her? He was confused. No way, he was too hot, it was simple, she wanted him and this was just her way of trying to get him without making it look like she actually wanted him.
He had almost reached her when she turned and looked at him, startled kwa his nearness and then she gave him the strangest look before frowning and scoffing as if disgusted kwa him. Maybe he was wrong, maybe she didn’t want him after all.
"I don’t have all siku Bass," she began whilst brushing past him nonchalantly and heading towards his dawati before sliding into his chair and crossing her legs over one another, surely the heat between her legs was friction from the hot pants rubbing against her and not caused kwa him. He watched her sceptically as she continued (she looked sexy in his chair), "I came here to make sure that little interview wewe so pathetically ordered does not make it into the public eye." she alisema confidently, tapping her fingers along the arm of his chair. She locked eyes with him and smiled flirtatiously, hoping to confuse him with her body language, she then dipped her head away from him, feigning a blush of embarrassment.
"What makes wewe think I would retract such a revealing interview and thus allow wewe to get away with making a fool of me kwa choosing some pansy as a companion over me?" he accused her whilst smirking in amusement, glad that his New York Times interview had riled her up. But was that the only reason she was here, just to make sure the interview didn’t go public? So what was with all the flirting and the smiling and the sitting so seductively in his chair twirling one hand in her hair and rubbing her other hand up and down her thigh? He realised he had been staring at her thighs for too long but her hand had gone too close to her crotch and that had to be body language for "come and touch me between my legs, I've been so neglected lately". He quickly pried his eyes away from the lower half of her body and tried to tunga him self, he looked straight into her eyes and gave her a serious look.
She couldn't let them argue tonight au it would ruin the atmosphere she had planned on conjuring up (and she seemed to be doing so well) so she smiled to herself, stood up and advanced towards him. He waited on baited breath for her inayofuata songesha as she moved lazily towards him with a hint of a smile on her face, she approached him and looked him in the eyes with her lips almost pouting (his groin twitched), she then moved a hand to his tie (he almost trembled) loosening it zaidi than before and sliding her hand onto his collar, alama (his moyo began racing). He could feel her breath on his neck as she leaned towards him (he could have come right there and then), playing with his collar, alama and then unbuttoning his juu two buttons (he was going to fuck her whether she liked it au not). He let out a few rugged breaths when all his blood rushed to his groin as he felt her fingers brush slightly against his neck (he was almost ripping through his pants).
"You would really do that to me?" she whispered onto his neck whilst placing her hand onto his chest and letting it fall lower towards his abdomen (he forced his legs not to buckle). She heard his every uncertain breath as she moved closer to him, her legs meeting his and her nose brushing along his neck as she spoke, (he closed his eyes in anticipation, opening them quickly in case she noticed), "you'd really want to hurt me like that Chuck?" she challenged, speaking sweetly and innocently whilst tilting her head up to look him in the eye again. He looked Enchanted kwa her and that was exactly where she had wanted him, under her spell.
He looked into her big brown eyes and reached a hand to touch her bouncing curls (finally), he had missed burying his hands in her hair. He knew it was too late to distract himself in order to get rid of the bulge in his pants and soon enough she'd realise how turned on he was, she would even feel it if she dared to go down there and check it out (please go down there and check it out!). Just thinking about her touching him down there was enough to make him even zaidi painfully rock hard. He was almost trembling from her intense stare and the body heat and before he knew it he had fisted a hand in her hair and dragged her lips onto his. It was just too much for him, she was too enticing, too irresistible and there was no point trying to deny it any longer (at least not to him self). He was desperate for release and was sure he was going to come in his pants, just the thought of taking her right here in his office would have been sufficient enough to make him come undone.
She almost screamed into his mouth from the shock of his sudden attack, not expecting him to give in all of a sudden, but all doubts were expelled as tongue met tongue and hands roamed bodies. He was devouring her after so long of being away from her and the taste of her mouth was enough to satisfy his hunger. He pushed her violently against his dawati and she cried out in pain as her butt crashed onto the wood. He continued to feast on her mouth as his hands began digging into her thighs pulling her legs around his waist. She happily obliged with their new position and he pushed her further back so she was sitting on his dawati as he attacked her lips, moving onto her jaw and then her neck (his ndoto of taking her on his office dawati was moments from being fulfilled). He pulled on her blouse to allow him better access to her chest and she moaned in appreciation as his hands pulled her bra down from under her blouse.
He was slightly sceptical as to why she hadn't even tried to resist, surely she shouldn't be letting him get so close and let him have his way with her if she was after something in particular. Kissing her was like finally getting some his senses back and it was beginning to have a certain affect on him. He was thinking too much and it wasn't the right time, he just couldn't help but wonder what her true intentions were. Was she playing him? He was so desperate to bury himself inside her but he was well aware what it would mean. Judging kwa the way she was dressed it was obvious that she had come to him for exactly this and he just wasn't sure he could let her win. He couldn't let her get what she had come for. What did he want (other than to fuck her senseless). He wanted to stick to his original plan, make her vulnerable, make her go running to Marcus and then watch and wait for Marcus to make his songesha and expose his true intentions (which Chuck hoped were as he suspected- bad intentions). So would it help au hinder the situation if he were to fuck her right now, this was his perfect opportunity to turn her down and send her running to Marcus like he had planned, but then it would mean ignoring his instincts and losing out on a chance to have his way with her and she was so willing (so was he). Not that she'd ever admit it, she would despise him for accusing her of being desperate.
"Is this why wewe came?" he asked in between kisses, his lips burning like moto against hers "you wanted to be writhing underneath me?" he challenged her, deciding to make her feel stupid.
"No" she gasped as he bit on her lip and proceeded to kiss her passionately (he still wanted her).
"yes," he corrected her, "you came to get fucked, is Marcus not satisfying your desire to be ridden?" he growled onto her lips and he knew he caught her off-guard with his insult.
He smirked at her as she struggled with a rebuke, he was still overpowering her with his body enveloping hers causing painful heat between their bodies and melting them into each other as she sat at the edge of his desk. "Your a minx and he could never tame you, nor satisfy you, no one could." he snarled, still unable to let go of her.
"You think wewe can!" she defended whilst fixing her bra and blouse, feeling suddenly self-conscious of her state of undress.
"I know I can!" he all but growled angrily, "and so do you! That's why you're here, dressed like a cheap whore trying to get a fuck out of me" she gasped at his words and pushed him roughly away from her, jumping off his dawati and turning to walk away from him. He hadn't planned to call her a whore, but it had just slipped out, he knew her walls would be up now, insulting her virtue was the biggest insult wewe could throw at her.
He had expected a slap but a push was fair enough, he grabbed her kwa the arm before she could get too far away and swung her against him, her back smashing into his chest.
"You're so desperate for me wewe came all the way here half naked with your pathetic attempt to seduce me and all you're going to get is a clear reminder that soon everyone will know of your infidelity, how does that feel?" he whispered onto her neck.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she realised she had lost, he had seen right through her, just as she thought she had won him over, he had turned on her and threw her every attempt to ashes.
"You're wrong," she breathed, "I...I came here to talk, nothing more...you're the one who kissed me!" she tried to explain, she wouldn't let him think she was aching for him.
He let go of her and walked around her to face her, he laughed in her face, "so how do wewe explain your choice of attire, wewe always dress like a slut when visiting CEO's?" he accused and this time he felt a sharp pain on his cheek as her hand came across his face hard and fast.
"Dont wewe dare speak to me like that! You're the one that invites whore's here for a quickie yet wewe accuse me of being the loose one!" she yelled. How could he call her a whore when she had been nothing but faithful and modest as his wife and he had been the one to sleep with another woman.
"Well I certainly didn't invite this one," he smirked whilst gesturing towards her.
"You refer to me as a whore one zaidi time and I swear i'll make wewe pay!" she cried.
"But we didn't even have sex, why would I pay you?" he continued to joke.
She glared at him before walking briskly past him and pulling her koti, jacket from his chair. She lost, that didn't mean she was going to stick around and be continuously insulted kwa him.
"Oh, leaving so soon Blair? But wewe haven't even told me the so called reason as to why you're here?" he asked whilst she put on her kanzu, koti and began buttoning it up, "come on, lets pretend wewe didn't come here to have me buried inside of you, what could possibly be the other reason?" he teased snidely. He was really curious now, he wanted to know what she had expected to achieve from this little rendezvous, was it sex that she had wanted au maybe she wanted him back? If that was the case then he had truly gone and blown that kwa calling her a desperate whore.
She glared at him angrily, if it wasn’t for her need to make him believe that she didn’t come for sex, she would have walked away without explaining anything to him, "I already told you, I came to make sure wewe don’t allow that stupid interview to get printed!" she yelled.
"Oh but I had a lot of fun giving that interview." he teased. So she was here about the interview, she had come to try and trick him into stopping the printing of the interview with sex as bait. Well if that was the case all she had to do was ask, he would have happily obliged.
"Dont print it!" she nearly begged.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't!" he demanded as he strode towards her. Why shouldn't he get the upper hand, why shouldn't he tell the whole world that she had been with some other guy under her husbands roof and why shouldn't he ruin her reputation like she had ruined his happiness.
"It would ruin me, it would ruin everything! Dont wewe see! I wanted us to get divorced but to remain friends! If wewe print that interview accusing me of cheating on wewe I will never be able to look at wewe again! Especially seeing as between the two of us the only one who has actually cheated was you!" she shouted in frustration lodging her finger into his chest.
She was right, he was the one that had cheated, he was the one that had been unfaithful, but he had also seen her making out with Marcus, that had to be classed as some sort of infidelity. He remembered his logic as to why his cheating didn't count because it happened before they had actually entered into a real relationship. Besides, he had erased that incident from his mind a long time ago, he had literally fumigated his office and had it all refurbished so that it would look nothing like the office Blair had walked into the siku she had caught him with that employee. He hadn't ever wanted Blair to be reminded of that incident if she were ever to return to his office, (like now for example).
"I saw the two of wewe kissing, I see the way wewe are with each other, the way wewe treat him, as if he's Mr Perfect and im just some irrelevant pawn in your life that wewe can do without! Besides that's far from important now, we're getting divorced remember? wewe can keep Marcus and forget about us being friends, wewe know how I feel about betrayal. I knew the moment wewe destroyed your torpedo, topito ring that wewe couldn't be trusted." he admonished, watching as her eyes fill with tears, he felt a tinge of guilt because seeing her cry always made his stomach feel weird and his chest tighten in pain, but she needed to be reminded of her betrayal.
"You don’t mean that," she whispered, "you know I would never betray my friends!" she tried to explain.
"Well we're not Marafiki any more..." he spat, she had treated him like he meant nothing to her right from the moment she brought Marcus into their home, with the way she had spoken to him, always shouting and choosing that nobody over him, letting that scum live in their nyumbani against his wishes. Chuck's anger resurfaced and he wanted to make her feel the sort of rejection he had felt when she had told him to leave if he were to deny Marcus a place in their home, he finished his sentence with a scowl, "...so leave," he ordered.
He didn’t want this to drag on any longer because he knew he would be at risk of maybe forgiving her, he just needed her to get away from him and (as much as he hated to picture it) he needed her to run straight to Marcus. It had been a long time and Marcus still hadn't aliyopewa any indication as to what he was up to. Chuck had even considered the fact that maybe he was wrong about Marcus and maybe Marcus was innocent. But he had never been wrong before when suspecting people of foul play, he had a good instinct and he could always spot the evil in people. It was the reason he had been elected their team leader, he was the smartest one of them. He was certain that Marcus was up to something and needed Blair as a means to an end. He stopped his mind going off-course again and focused his attention back to Blair just in time to hear her shaking voice again.
"Chuck...can’t we..." the end of the sentence died on her lips as she noticed the frown on his face, it wasn't worth it, she realised. There was no reason for her to stay a sekunde longer so she picked up her bag and proceeded to leave, brushing past him as she left. The moto and the sparks that ignited as they made the slightest contact made both their stomach's flip but neither one of them dared to react openly. Chuck turned away from her as she continued to walk away and leave him, as he had done a while ago, he wasn't going to watch her leave and he definitely wouldn't stop her.
She raced towards the elevator almost in tears, she had failed, miserably. She had almost had him, when they were kissing ferociously she had thought he was hers, but she was wrong. He had probably guessed her game from the beginning, she thought whilst pressing the button for the elevator repeatedly. He had probably known her game immediately; he was always the expert in seeing people for who they were. Did that mean that her plan hadn't worked at all? The seduction had failed, she couldn't believe it, she was sure she would have him under her spell, she had been sure the tips were going to give her victory!
The elevator dinged and opened, inviting her into solidarity and salama haven away from her disaster of an evening, "stupid seduction tips!" she muttered to herself once safely alone in the elevator.
Ok so I hope wewe liked it….
I want to know what wewe think….I didn’t want to disappoint all the reviewers who wanted the seduction to work au not work so I gave wewe a bit of both….it worked up to a point and then Chuck decided to change tactics! Tell me how wewe found it and if wewe think she’ll give it another go au give up all together! Not much zaidi of the story to go now and I’m going to try and make it end with a little bang…
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