CHAPTER 24: CHAPTER 24

Zeenare slowly glided off the bed and walked towards the window. Then turned to Rhea, who was still shaking.

"We’d see again, pumpkin."

Then he leaped off the window.

"Oh my God, noooo!" Rhea screamed, running towards the window frame, her heart on the floor, looking down the three-story building.

But found nothing. Not a scene, not a scream.

It was as if he never jumped.

He was gone like the wind.

And Rhea was confused and shaking, by that sudden act.

Rhea, snatched the bathrobe behind her door, and dashed out of her apartment. Her phone on her face as she input 9-1-1, frantically dialing the last floor button of the elevator.

What was he thinking? Why’d he jump?

"Could this thing go anymore quicker!" She lashed out in frustration.

Pacing the elevator, as it felt longer to get to the last floor then before.

Please, please, nothing should happen to him. She prayed.

But how can that be possible, that nothing would happen to him? He had leaped from the fourth floor.

Rhea drifted out of the elevator before it even finished opening. Her eyes welling up, her face red from guilt.

She was blaming herself, that all of this happened because of her.

Rhea’s breath became uneven, and shallow as she bolted to the spot she believed he would be landing after that jump. Dialing the dispatched number laying await in her phone.

"Hello, this is 9-1-1. How can I be of help to you?" A soft warm female voice cut through her phone.

"S...some...one j...jumped." She managed, her voice quivering, her hands shaking.

Rhea’s voice might had been shaky but her leg wasn’t. They where as fast as lightening.

Rhea looked, searched. Turned around the entire complex twice. But she found nothing.

"Miss calm down. Where are you right now?" The dispatcher asked.

See that nothing happened, Rhea released a mountain of breath she wasn’t aware where occupying her lungs.

Then turned to her phone, "I’m sorry, but it seemed it was a hoax. They were playing a prank." She lied,her eyes shut.

It’s not like he was with a parachute. And neither were there any stairs leading to the rooftop. So how did he suddenly vanished.

She glanced up to her window, then down to where she was standing. Measuring the height.

"Am I dreaming or something. Or am I crazy. But he didn’t walk through my door." Rhea turned towards the complex entrance. Then noticed her feet, she was wearing two different slippers.

"I don’t know how you pulled this off. But, fuck you Zeenare!" She cursed out loud, pointing her middle finger to the air, as if showing it to Zeenare to see from wherever he was.

When he said he had been stalking me, that was all true.

Rhea’s racing heart kept skipping beats as she sat dead on the bed, shaking, from both Zeenare jumping off her floor and him being able to access her apartment.

What should I do now? He clearly knows everything about me. I thought I was in control.

She glanced at the still-opened windows.

He was clearly referring to Luke earlier. About the kiss. And I believe that’s why he was here.

"This is difficult."

First it was school. Now it’s my house. I don’t think I’ll be able to get away from this man.

Rhea took a step from the bed, when a moan ripped off her. Her core still tingling from his touch. Her legs vibrating as they gave out.

"What is this?" Rhea asked out in horror.

*

"Master, where were you?" Othimise followed behind Zeenare with a worried expression.

"At Rhea’s."

"Madam?" Othimise voiced in disbelief. "Is the madam finally letting you in?" A soft sheen appeared in his eyes, waiting for his response, a quiet anticipation blooming on his face.

But Zeenare didn’t give him any, before shutting the door after him.

Sitting in the bathtub, Zeenare drifted into the cold water, as he couldn’t sleep. His mind racing towards Rhea, to the way she had responded to him.

The way she had moaned against his touch, trembled under his gaze.

The way he almost claimed her. Making her his.

Zeenare had planned on kissing her the moment she stepped inside that apartment, and ravage her whole being. Still, he couldn’t move.

But he held himself, his impulse. If not, he would have hurt her. And that was not what he wanted.

Never what he wanted.

What he wanted was quite the opposite.

He wanted her to beg, to beg to be touched by him. Eaten by him.

And when that day comes, he was going to f**k her senseless. If not on the nearest surface.

The following morning Rhea laid soullessly naked on her bed, her bed scattered, her eyes heavy with dark circles, the room littered with tissues.

She had touched herself all through the night.

The moment her legs gave out last night, the tables turned against her.

Every slight movement she made sent fresh waves of arousal over her. Her legs trembled. Her clit pulsed and her hand begged to release her from her taste.

At first, she didn’t think much of the tiny bolts of electricity coursing through her veins.

But when it started settling on her belly, crawling down to her honeypot, she still didn’t worry. She thought it was simply a result of what Zeenare had done to her earlier.

She wasn’t aware of what the night entailed for her.

By the time it was one hour, her skin was laced with goosebumps, every hair on her body stood on end. She became extremely sensitive, that even the touch of her sheets caused her to moan.

By the second hour, her tits wouldn’t die down. They became so stiff, the wind was like a tongue on them. Rhea turned and tossed, moaning about coming, simply by herself. Amplified by everything around her.

By the third hour, her pajamas were drenched. Her p***y was ringing, vibrating and clenching on its own.

Rhea hurried to her bathroom, turning on the shower. As the icy, cold water ran down her body, soaking her nighties. In that moment, everything stopped. She placed her hands on the wall, leaned on it as she let out a sigh of relief.

Then suddenly, everything came back. In full force.

"F**k!" Rhea cursed.

"Why won’t you stop!" Her fingers found their way between her legs as they flickered on her stone-hardened clitoris.

"Umm!" A moan slipped out, then another and another.....

She trembled on the bath floor as the water washed down on her.

Cursing Zeenare.

But that wasn’t enough. She needed something. Something stronger, thick, and hard.

She needed a man to fill her up.

As Rhea stepped out of her room, walking like a haunting ghost, Tia came through from the main entrance.

"Hey, what’s up with you? Did a train run through you? You look like a madwoman, why do you look like that?"

"No, I’m fine." Rhea lazily replied.

"Okay, no, I’m being serious right now. Why do you look like that? Because I know you left immediately after your performance, and didn’t drink a thing last night. And I, who drank, am nowhere near that look." Tia muttered, as she took off her flats.

I’M NOT FINE! I don’t know what that man did to me, but I couldn’t sleep.

Rhea stumbled to the fridge, her feet dragging across the floor, like she had drunk a lot the previous night and was having a bad hangover.

But no, it was Zeenare who had run through her and drunk up her soul.

I think I’m sex deprived. If not why’d I’ve felt like that, she thought, in defense of last night.

"Why are you coming now, anyway? I thought you’d come last night?" Rhea brought the glass of water to her mouth.

"Ehe! I couldn’t, the carnival held by the music department was exciting. I didn’t know when it got late. So I had to sleep at Jane’s dorm," Tia explained, making her way to her room.

"So you are saying, you got wasted, missed the last bus, and crashed somewhere you don’t know? Hmm?" Rhea’s eyes narrowed to a tiny slit, tilting her head, with a subtle nod at Tia.

"Ahh!" Tia’s mouth was momentarily wide open. "What do you take me for? A drunk!"

Rhea leaned on her arm, which was on the fridge. "Tell me Jane’s dorm number, then."

I know you, Tia, you would rather sleep in a tunnel than spend the night at a course mate’s.

"Hu... hu... I. Fine, you caught me." Tia confessed.

"You should be careful how you drink and where you sleep," Rhea added, standing between their entrances, her gaze on Tia as she headed for her room.

Tia said nothing, lowering her head like a child who had wronged her mother. Then said, "Oh! Also, Luke looked for you," saying it loud enough for Rhea to hear.

"Okay." Was what she could simply respond with.

I totally forgot about him.

Why wouldn’t she forget him. When her mind was clouded with other things all night, because of someone.

Later that afternoon, Rhea laid on her bed, her body at peace, away from last night’s dreadful experience, staring at the ceiling, her phone on her chest.

Rhea stared at her phone screen, the numbers on her banking app bright. "Semester’s finally over," she mumbled to herself, then sighed. "Now, what do I even do with all this money?"

"Funny, isn’t it?" Rhea murmured, staring blankly ahead. "When I thought I was dying, I had a whole list of things I wanted to do. Now? Can’t think of a single fun thing." She gave a short, humorless laugh. "Turns out, my bucket list was only good for near-death experiences. Now that I’m actually free, ’fun’ is just... not computing."

She wanted to block off any and every thought of Zeenare. She needed something that could make her feel relaxed and possibly flex.

A distraction.

Yes, certainly a distraction.