More Than A Baby Mama: Less Than A Wife (A Vintage Love)

And it begins

"Uhm,"

Mila stirred in her sleep. She felt good, like this was the best sleep she had had in a long time. To be more precise, the best sleep she had had since she left the peaceful countryside she grew up in and moved to the big city of San Destro.

The buzzing lights and noisy cars almost drowned her, but not this morning. Mila snuggled into the warm body beside her; she couldn't help but sniff this rich cologne. It was as though nature had an orgasm and the rain kissed an Amazon rainforest, touching all trees...wild, rich and fresh, making her mind fuzzy.

"Mm," Mila moaned again, this time moving her legs, and that was when she felt the sharp soreness between her thighs.

"You're one confusing girl, aren't you?" a steel-deep voice asked.

Mila nodded, "Yes," she smiled happily, rubbing her core against the warm, hard surface to get rid of the soreness, but it worsened and tingled her too.

"Well then, it's time to go," the voice spoke again, this time trying to stand up from the bed.

Mila whined, digging her nails into the warm skin. Why was her newfound warmth leaving? She cried in her head.

"I want to be like this forever," Mila mumbled.

Seconds passed, and Mila snapped her eyes open. What? Her paradise wasn't a dream all along? Her eyes fell on the chiseled chest she was grabbing, and the sturdy thigh she rubbed her core on. Her face burned rouge.

"What?!" the young woman shrieked, pushing the body away from her with her breasts dangling as she moved. "Where is my shirt?! What am I—" Mila's mind was a clutter of chaos and confusion.

Mila couldn't believe what she was seeing. She shook her head quickly, grabbing the sheet to cover her chest, her last two mounds of chastity. She had yet to notice the marks on her chest and the redness around her nipples.

"H-how did I get here?" Mila stuttered. She couldn't get herself to look at the man beside her. What if?

What if it was an old man or a married man or just someone she wasn't supposed to be in bed with? The top of the question remained: how did she get here?

Zyran raised his brows, watching as the girl kept jumping from one side of the bed to another avoiding his eyes. "You don't—"

"Wait!" Mila raised her hand, stopping him from speaking further. "I'll take it that we somehow ended up in the same room and our clothes...where is my dress?"

Mila looked around worriedly. Anywhere but the man's face. She wanted to dress up and run away, nothing else. No conversation. No questions. She didn't want to believe what her mind was telling her.

"Over there," Zyran pointed. "Your skirt is on the floor and your top...em...you'll need a new one. It's rip—"

Mila jumped down from the bed, dragging the bed cover with her. She grabbed the tutu and the pale blue shirt beside it. Right there on the floor, Mila donned the shirt. Her hands trembled as she tried to button it, mixing up the buttons. Even with the pain she felt in between her legs, Mila stood up and wore her tutu. She kept chanting.

"It didn't happen. I'm just here, but nothing happened."

Zyran had his back relaxed on the bed frame, with his arms crossed over his chest. He was really confused by the girl's actions, and even watching her wear his shirt made him even more curious. He couldn't see her face clearly right noq, but the striking golden color of her hair with the effect from the warm morning sun made Zyran remember how it felt fucking her the previous night.

And just like that, Zyran felt himself getting hard again. This girl wasn't human, was she? She's a witch- a thing of evil. How could he feel so hard after the rounds he went with her the previous night?

"I'm sorry, sir," Mila bowed. Done with dressing up, she quickly dashed for the door. Even when she missed a step and tripped, she stood up immediately and limped out of the room.

"Wait, your money—" And she was out of the room.

Zyran sighed tiredly, it has never been this chaotic with a call girl before. He stood up from the bed and walked straight into the bathroom. After washing his hair and face, he opened the mini closet and picked up a new white shirt and pants.

As he zipped his trousers, Zyran's eyes fell on the bed, and it was as though he'd been transported back to last night. He could hear the moans and soft sighs, see vividly the girl wriggling under him, and remember how he'd bitten her neck and breast. He had been so rough with her.

Zyran wasn't always like that. He never had fucked the night girls with emotions, but last night was different. Last night, he wanted to own everything about the girl, even her breath. And every time she said that name Ken, he felt irritated.

Zyran clenched his teeth. That's sluts for you. They mostly forget the names because they've fucked too man- wait. The girl is...was a virgin.

A soft knock on the door broke Zyran's thoughts. He quickly picked up his phone and walked to the door. When he opened it, he saw about three uniformed workers bowing in unison.

"Good morning, Master Zyran," they greeted. "We're here to clean up."

Zyran looked back at the room and the red stain on the bed. "Leave it until I ask for it to be cleaned. Don't touch anything."

Without questions, the workers bowed and walked away in same line.

Zyran rubbed the part of his arm the girl had bitten to stifle her moan. Slowly, he locked the door. He needed to be sure the girl he spent the night with was the same one Lucas had sent his way. Else…

"Heyo," Lucas waved, touching the dreadlocks that fell on his face as he walked down the hallway toward Zyran. Behind him was Roman Beckfrist. "Someone's looking great this morning. I knew you needed some good pussy when you left the lounge last night," he grinned widely.

Roman narrowed his eyes as they closed the distance. "Zyran, are you okay? It rained the whole night. Did you sleep well?"

"Why? Zyran still can't sleep when it's raining?" Lucas asked with a worried voice. Then his lips curled. "I'm sure the girl I brought did her thang, bro! She's a pro!"

Zyran was quick to roll down his shirt, covering the bite mark. He knitted his brows worriedly. "A pro?" And not a virgin? he completed in his mind.

"Yes! You think I'd get you a virgin or something?! I'm not silly," Lucas exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. "And which virgin would want to be in this line of work?"

Zyran almost nodded, saying I think so too!, but he didn't want to believe he might have slept with someone else. And even if he did, who was the blonde girl with gray eyes?

As the three men talked, Rosita joined them. "Zyran, I just saw a girl wearing your shirt. Didn't know you gave that to people easily," she remarked casually.

Zyran closed his eyes and sighed. Of course, people would recognize his shirt.

"Zyran's shirt?" Roman asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "Are you sure about that?"

Rosita nodded raising her thumb. "Affirmative," she replied.

Lucas raised his phone and kissed it happily. "I told you all, didn't I? Candy is a fucking pro! The girl is the best in the game! Can't you see? Zyran wouldn't stand here listening to us if he didn't have a blast last night." He ruffled his dreads and chuckled.

"I heard it from the other boys, but I didn't believe it. She must have given Zyran a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree cowgirl ride, and he paid with his shirt!"

Rosita scrunched her face. "Ew, Lucas. These are details I don't want to know," she said, raising her hand to remind her brother she was still standing there.

"And also, don't you think a four-million-aurdia customized Montclair shirt is too much for a prostitute?" the young girl asked, looking slightly annoyed.

The smile on Lucas's lips faded. He had just realized the Montclair shirt was a hand-made design, never available in the market. "She might run to the media and wag her tongue. Aren't you worried, Zy?" he asked calmly.

Everyone now turned to look at Zyran, who couldn't keep his head straight. First, the girl he fucked was a virgin. Second, he didn't even use protec—

"Did you use protection, though?" Roman asked, dipping his hand into his pocket.

Zyran swallowed hard but subtly. Of course, he didn't use protection, goddammit!

Lucas and Rosita rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Oh, the health man speaks. The virgin doctor," Rosita groaned, picking out a stick of cigarette from a small pink box.

Lucas helped his sister with a lighter and said, "Aw, man, we know how careful Zy is with those," Lucas smiled. "I'm sure he doubled the protection. He'd never give these women his seed, right?"

Zyran hesitated but then nodded. "Yes, sure," he replied with a hint of uncertainty laced in his voice.

Roman nodded, but there was a tinge of disbelief in his eyes. When Zyran looked at him, Roman smiled and averted his gaze.