Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Yes. She’s the one.
She cleared her throat. “I’m going to be your first?”
“Who else would it be?”
“Lei, you have a whole ass harem.”
I waved that away. “I can’t be intimate with them. Clothed or naked, they will always see me as the Mountain Master but you see me as Lei. Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“And I may be a virgin, but I do know this. . .there’s sex, and there’s making love. There’s fucking and then there’s truly being inside of someone. Spirits blending. Souls merging.”
Moni parted her lips.
“When my harem came to my bed, I came. It was always suitable orgasms.” I shrugged. “And don’t get me wrong, we did tons of dirty things.”
Moni leaned forward and whispered. “What dirty things?”
I chuckled. “The usual.”
“Lei, there is nothing about you that is regular shit. I bet your usual is still different.”
“You think so?”
“God, yes.”
Chuckling, I gently picked up my spoon and held it delicately between my fingers. “You really want to know?”
“Of course I do.” She grabbed her spoon, scooped up some soup, and slightly leaned over her bowl as she raised the full spoon to her mouth.
For some reason, my cock jerked in my pants.
I love watching her eat.
Using her cloth napkin, she dabbed at her mouth. “Tell me.”
“First of all, I typically don’t like more than ten women in my bed, so I always have Ming Yui pick the other nine women. They always changed with each. . .meet. Even if I requested certain ones, somehow, she always says that they can’t come.”
“Why?”
“Ming Yui didn’t want me to fall in love with anyone.” With a smooth, careful motion, I dipped the edge of the spoon into the warm soup, creating a series of small ripples that spread gracefully across the surface. The liquid shimmered under the candlelight. “Once the women arrived, I liked for four to perform.”
Monique widened her eyes. “Doing what?”
“Having sex with each other on my bed.”
“Oh.” She chuckled. “The usual.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “You just have four women fucking on the bed, and you’re like. . .it’s Wednesday shit.”
“Well. . .I like to watch things like that.”
“Hey. No judgement. If I had a dick, I would do the same.”
“Oh, we already know what you would do if you had a dick.” I chuckled and drank some of my soup.
“Are you saying I would be a male whore?”
I bobbed my head.
“You know what?” She touched her chin and then shrugged. “I probably would stick it everywhere—men and women.”
“Wow. Okay. Let’s pull it back a bit.”
“I’m just saying. My dick is going everywhere.” She drank some of the soup. “Anyway, go back to you. Once four chicks are performing, then what?”
“The rest are touching me with their mouths, hands, and feet.”
“Hmmm.”
I tilted my head to the side. “What?”
“You’re a freak?”
I laughed. “You didn’t know that?”
“Well, the whole virginity thing. . .”
“Oh no. You better buckle up for these next days, Moni.”
She winked at me. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Let’s hope you still feel that way after I tie you up.
A wicked grin spread across my face. “Anyway, eventually I came, and they left.”
“Aww. No cuddling with ten women in your bed?”
“They weren’t in there for that.”
“That’s cold.”
“But I want to cuddle with you.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“Tell me something, Moni. Can love be one-sided?”
Monique leaned back in her chair. Her eyes went thoughtful, reflecting the flickering candlelight. “That’s a deep question. I think it can be felt one-sidedly.”
“Hmmm.”
“But true love, the kind that lasts and brings real happiness. . .” She shook her head. “That’s something shared, something reciprocal. At least that’s what I think.”
I absorbed her words. “I always thought love was just about feeling strongly for someone.”
“Explain.”
“With Chanel, it was always me reaching out, me trying to connect, me. . .failing to tell her how much I. . .wanted her. It was never mutual, never a partnership.” My heartbeats picked up. “With you. . .”
“What?”
“This feels fucking different. There’s a balance, a give and take that I’ve never experienced before.”
She watched me and I longed to know what was going on in her mind.
I continued, “But being with you, feeling this. . .connection. It’s fucking electric. Do you feel it too or am I going insane?”
“I feel it.” She bit her bottom lip again.
“This connection. . .it drums in my chest and it gets stronger every damn day.” I sighed.
She put her spoon down.
“And now I’m wondering too. . .if love is more about what you build together, the understanding and respect you have for each other.” I held up my hand. “Granted, I am working on the understanding and respect part with you, but. . .am I making sense?”
“Yes.” She smiled.
“So then. . .perhaps. . .I’ve never been in love for my entire life, and maybe I’ve never felt the true beauty of intimacy until you.” I wanted to drown in grief at that thought, but I let the breathtaking view of Moni anchor me. “I want love with you.”