Twenty four

Belle woke up to the sensation of someone's warm breath on her inner thighs. Groggy and disoriented, she opened her eyes to see a figure kneeling between her legs, his head buried between her thighs. It was Keo. She gasped as she felt the soft, wet pressure of his mouth on her most intimate area.

Her heart raced as she realized what was happening. She moaned softly, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through her body. Keo's tongue flicked and teased her sensitive flesh, sending waves of ecstasy through her.

Belle's hands instinctively reached down to tangle in his hair, urging him on as she arched her back in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out a low, guttural moan as she felt herself building towards a powerful climax.

As she reached the peak of her pleasure, Belle's body tensed and she cried out in ecstasy, her release washing over her in a wave of pure bliss. Keo continued to pleasure her, drawing out her pleasure until she was left panting and spent.

As she caught her breath, Belle looked down to see Keo's face, a mischievous grin on his lips. She couldn't help but smile back, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over her. It was a morning she would never forget.

Keo lay beside Belle, his hand lazily stroking her thigh as he asked, "So, how was your morning?"

Belle let out a content sigh, her eyes still closed as she replied, "It was the best morning ever."

Keo chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, really? I'm glad to hear that."

Belle opened her eyes and turned to look at him, a playful glint in her eye. "Why did you leave last night?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Keo avoided her gaze, continuing to stroke her thigh. "Oh, you know, I had some important business to attend to," he replied evasively.

Belle raised an eyebrow, not buying his excuse. "Sure, sure. Well, you're here now, so I guess I shouldn't bother asking," she said with a smirk.

Keo grinned, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly. "That's right, my dear. I'm here now, and that's all that matters."

Belle, captivated by Keo's handsome face adorned with intricate tattoos, found herself momentarily lost in admiration. The soft glow from the bedside lamp accentuated the contours of his features, emphasizing the allure she hadn't fully appreciated before. As if compelled by the moment, she leaned in, drawn to kiss Keo on his mouth.

However, Keo's hand swiftly intercepted the approaching kiss, a gentle yet assertive block that interrupted the connection. His mood shifted, the subtle discomfort returning. "Belle, you know I'm not a fan of mouth kisses," he reminded her, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Dumbstruck by the unexpected rejection, Belle sat up on the bed. Confusion painted her features as she searched for an explanation. "Keo, I... I just thought—" she started, but Keo's raised hand halted her words.

"Let's not get into it now, Belle," Keo interjected, his tone guarded. He hesitated, avoiding eye contact, as if wrestling with an internal struggle. "We can discuss it another time," he added, standing up and creating a physical distance.

Belle, still on the bed, watched him leave, her earlier admiration replaced by a sense of unease. The room, once charged with a romantic atmosphere, now held an unresolved tension, leaving Belle to grapple with the unanswered questions lingering in the air.

After Keo left, Belle felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had been dreading that conversation for weeks, but now that it was over, she could finally relax. She decided to treat herself to a hot bath in the tub, letting the warm water soothe her tired muscles.

Once she was dressed, Belle leashed up the dogs and headed out for a walk around the neighborhood. The fresh air and exercise helped clear her mind, and she felt a renewed sense of energy and purpose.

When she returned home, Belle sat down at her desk and opened her laptop. She had been working on a novel, Him and Her, for months now, and she was determined to finish it. After a few hours of intense focus, she finally typed the last sentence and hit publish.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Belle decided to go for a run in the evening. As she jogged through the park, she noticed a group of boys following her. Panic set in as she realized they were gaining on her. Belle picked up her pace, running faster and faster until she was sprinting through the park.

The boys eventually caught up with her, but Belle didn't back down. She confronted them, demanding to know why they were following her. They mumbled something about wanting to talk to her, but Belle wasn't having it. She stood her ground, refusing to be intimidated.

After a tense standoff, the boys finally backed off and left, leaving Belle feeling shaken but proud of herself for standing up for herself. She finished her run, feeling stronger and more determined than ever.

After returning home, Belle, still processing the day's events, took a soothing shower. Disappointment crept in as she checked her phone, finding no messages from Keo. It suddenly dawned on her that she had blocked his number during a moment of frustration. With a mix of hope and regret, she unblocked his line and dialed his number, only to be met with the cold monotone of a switched-off phone.

Standing by the window, a pang of anxiety settled in her chest as she eagerly awaited any sign of Keo's arrival. When he finally appeared, another bike pulled up beside him. They engaged in a lengthy conversation, and Belle strained to catch snippets of their exchange. As Keo's bike drove off, the other lingered, leaving Belle with a growing sense of curiosity.

Intrigued and determined to unravel the mystery, Belle hastily dressed in a leather jacket, a black crop top, and tight pants. She snuck outside, careful not to be seen by the lingering bike. Making her way to the backyard, Belle discreetly called her friend Olivia, urging her to come with her boyfriend's car.

Peeking cautiously, Belle observed that the mysterious biker remained parked outside her house. Olivia arrived with the car, and Belle instructed her to wait while she discreetly entered the vehicle. Determined to get answers, Belle followed the departing bike, leaving Olivia bewildered and pleading for an explanation.

As the chase unfolded, Belle's determination intensified, despite Olivia's frantic pleas to divulge the reason behind her secretive pursuit. The darkened streets concealed Belle as she trailed the mysterious biker, her desire for answers propelling her into the unknown.