“How do you please an older woman?” I said as he aches his brow at me, “ you dating one?” He asked, o noddded shyly, the covers his lips half way in a dramatic way, “they taste better” he said winking at me,
“ joe” I punched his saggy arm,playfully, “ true” she smiled, then cleared his throat, “ well you have to be older, if you want to date them” he said. His words puzzled me. “I can’t hasten my age, it happens naturally” .
“ You simply have to act more mature, no goofing around, expecting things to happen because you want them, that vision died when we were little, you have to put in actual effort,” he said. I feel my feet freeze.
Have I put in so much effort to make Sinclair like me?, I brought to her baldwin, so I would take care of her affair, when she’s out of her comfort zone, I haven’t done much have I?,
But she’s not just an ordinary lady, she’s s Clair Brandon, a fucking company owner, and I am nothing, nothing at all, it’s impossible, loving her what was I thinking?. Fuck my heart burns.
It’s impossible, “ hey, snap out of it, it’s not a hard course, all you need to do is understand there’s little no way you would please her with all this” he said looking at me from top to bottom, not in disgust but amusement.
“What?”
Looking down on myself I had Khaki shorts, a T-shirt and a red check sleeve. My hair isn’t bad either, it’s growing into an Afro, it’s a hit being dressed like this
“There’s nothing wrong with my dressing, I look snatched” I said with squared shoulders , “ exactly , and women that are older have heard their share from life, they had gone through all this, snatch stuff, you are talking about on so if you really want to make your woman happy, then maybe try to be everything which pleases her” he said.
My legs jitter, does this mean I should be in suits all day, I can’t look like an accountant because she likes formal dressing, “ well, she isn’t that old, she’s look better than you do” he said looking at me again in amusement, what’s amusing about my dresses, joe?.
“ Nothing” he waved the idea of his mind, now he’s just pissing me off, “ thanks” I said before leaving his store, now I don’t know if he made me any happy or sad , either way it helped.
Going back home sinclaire is seated on the couch, staring at the oblivion, she’s listening to a country to music. I am familiar with this track. Grandma Maggie used to play it all night long.
“ nice track,” she narrowed her eyes at me, “ you know it?” She asked, I nodded weakly, as I began to sway my hips singing to the song, she smiles at me, then seat up tight.
“ Where have you been?” she asked, “ Joe's shop” I said, “ doing?”
“ well I had baffling questions I was too reluctant to ask you” I said,
“ I know I failed trying to impress you for the past two days or more, but see it as the first day again and I am trying to make it up to you” I said with my hands knotted.
She stares at me for centuries not saying a word and I imagine her walking out of the house, maybe Has an helicopter or a limo that would pick her up, there she goes out of my life“ ok” she replies, I expected her to say something else but she doesn’t
Weird.
“ so are we dating now or it’s still on the submissive and dom terms” I see her relax,
“ I don’t date my slave” she said
Ouch that hurts, she smirk in delight, she’s enjoying the torture she’s making me go through, “ well I could be that slave you would try another things with”
“ like a premium slave “
“ yes a premium slave that wants to prove to you that I could make you fall for a low life fuck boy like me” I see her shrug the idea off, “ well deal, and when you don’t win, you will serve me for an extra year without pay” she said, damns she brings bad deals up.
Now I had two tortures ahead,four days to please her or my dick gets choked up, and now a month to make her fall Inlove with me, do I really want to do this?, don’t do this martins she’s never falling in love
“ deal”
my subconscious mind gets the best of me as I passively stretch my hands for a hand shake, she shakes me, then squeezes my palm slightly.
“ So can I call you babe?”
She’s smiles her devilish smile, “only for one ear and that’s mine” she said.
“ can I kiss you without you bending me over and smacking my ass”
“ yes, but I control your sex life”
Well that’s fair, “ deal… babe” I said it to tease her, she squeezes my palm, “ maybe not too fast”
“Ok, would you like to cook with me, I feel so happy right now, you wouldn’t understand,, you could use the internet and I will use my memory”
“ I don’t like the internet cooking thingy not so patient, and quit trying to mock me, you know I can’t cook” she said blinking vigorously
“ Well baby girl, here your lack of experience doesn’t get you any luck in the kitchen” I pull her by her hands. She tried hesitating but I pulled her in, “ Choose good food in this alternative. ” I said bring down legumes I had bought, same with some whole grains and some spice as well.
Well prepare some egg fried rice, I would do the same, how about that, after that we would exchange our dishes then rate it, how do you see this “ hmm not bad”
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Seated on the dining table, I had a plate of egg fried rice. I could tell the eggs were not properly allowed to steam, and there is my plate, looking glorious, Sinclair had hers slightly burnt too, oh jeez this isn’t a good move.
“Start” she said I take a spoon from besides, shoving it into my mouth, some part of it, tastes bland some were salty, “ wow, nice” I said trying my best not to wince in pain,
“ really” she said I could see how elated she was, oh jeez it’s weird, “ taste mine” I said she nodded I see her smiling, little things do make her happy, she blushed slightly before shoving a spoon full of rice in her mouth, she chews with her eyes closed, moaning in excitement.
“ it’s delicious” she said smiling, “ eat up” she said digging in again, putting spoon after spoon in her mouth while I stare at her eating with delight, there are tutorials on how to cook these stuff online, what’s so different.
Eating a spoon full again, I feel my cheek burn, she added much pepper, it’s too spicy, “ hey, you slow eater” she teases I see her wipe her mouth with a wipe as she takes my portion of food attempting to eat it, “hey , that my food!” I try taking it from her before she exposes her bad cooking.
“ stop, just a spoon, she drags it from me shoving a spoon in her mouth… and the slow motions thing happen before my eyes,
“ ewww” she spat it out, what’s the meaning of this?, her face squeezes in dugust, “ your food” i said disappointed, “ how did you eat this?“ she cleans her mouth in digust, and dissapointment , “ you should have told me than trying so hard to choke “ she throws me the napkin.
“ well, it was a game, maybe a wrong approach but next time for sure, we would cook together” I said smiling at her, she frowns them smirk at me, as she tried pickin her teeth with her fingers
“ you must be feeling fly, having to beat me at your own game”
Relaxing on the chair, “ well you are good at more than a lot of things but having to beat you at this, I need a reward for it” I said smirking.
She smiles sweetly at me, “ there would be a next try for it, then I would beat you in that” she said,
“ if you could cook so well, why don’t you run a restaurant , I would buy this dish for a $1000 on a very desperate and forsaken day, she said looking at the empty dish, her compliment makes my heart flutter.
“ well, no money to start” I said, it was one of my reason, why I didn’t not accomplish lot of things in my life, “wasn’t given the opportunity to be in your caliber” I added, disappointed in myself.
“ stupid” she said packing a hard fill of cooked rice, pouring it on my body, “ so senseless at 25” she throws a hard full at me again, “ stand up!” She yells my feet do as commanded.
“ do you have a list of what you want to accomplish in your lifetime” she said sternly, still fidgeting I shrug the idea off, bucket list are for toddlers, “ why would I need that” I said, she throws a spoon at me.
“ that’s why you are still living your fuckin porn life” she said. It felt like an arrow pierced my heart, “ you know what, on your knees” she’s so angry for reasons I am not aware of.
“ but sin_”
“Knees down ” she said, and I do so, “ aside waiting for money to come your way what else did you do?”, racking my brain, “ uhm… I lived by the day sinclair you can’t compare my life to yours, I was orphaned… fuckin orphan!” I yell back as pain I had tried holding for long comes surging out.
I see her step back, she dumbfounded, “ so yea, you don’t raise your voice like that because you were born on a golden bed”
I see her halt placing her her hands on her waist, “ I will loan you money for your painted hut”
“What?”