What was the word?

The word that vividly captures how heavenly and striking Raphael was. It was outrageous that I was his stalker.

I mean, I'm a plain-looking girl becoming an adult who was still struck down with low self-esteem and a drawing book to betide myself.

But when he did picked up my younger sister who had fallen while playing before me at the park, I knew at that point that I wanted him.

Raina, my sister raced towards me after he had strutted off raving about how this handsome man was everything like a dad.

We never had a dad, and Raina possibly saw him as one, but I wasn't seeing him as one. I was having dirty thoughts, and those thoughts turned me into a stalker.

Next, I'd stepped up my game walking up to him in the grocery store while pretending it was a coincidence. But what I saw of him should have propelled me into hating him. Funnily, fluids dropped from the folds of my organ.

He had thought that I had wanted to rob him only to have the cops rain on me. My mother came to my rescue, and I finally had to agree never to steal again and then sealed it with a document.

But I guessed my stalking on Raphael never faltered. He was never married, and he never smiled after I had learned his girlfriend had jilted him for his best friend.

Yet something about him was striking which I couldn't perceive yet. The mere sight of him turned me on, it struck my nipples to pebbles and made my breath hitch while making my sex organ react provocatively.

Reality dawned on me when Mum was shackled by loan sharks. Mum had taken a loan to start up a restaurant. But one funny night, fire burnt up our little stall, and Mum was left to start all over again.

But how would Mum pay back the already-taken loan?

I would catch Mum crying in the corner of the room which we shared. She tried to push through, I knew she tried. Trying to make ends meet and encouraging me not to give up college.

But I saw her pains and it became worse when Raina was diagnosed with appendicitis and she needed surgery. I had to do something; I couldn't just sit back and watch while Mum suffered but where would I get the funds for all of that?

Raphael Turner.

His name whooshed into me like still-wind. After class, I strung my handbag over my shoulder and then started at Turner's Company. He was a CEO, basked often behind glassy doors and windows.

Suddenly, my self-esteem seemed to have soared high, as I pushed through the doors acting classy in my tattled-torn shoes and worn-out clothes.

I pushed open the door after my little display in the lobby. Raphael Turner looked up from the desk, studying me.

"You," his eyes caught recognition.

He remembered me, that was a start, I reassured myself shutting the door behind me.

"Mr. Raphael Turner, " I called out, meeting his gaze while taking the swivel chair before him.

He must have thought me mad as I sat before him. I tried to quell the rumbling in my stomach; they were like waves crashing at the hull of a ship. But realizing what I needed from him, I had to stand right up again.

"I thought you already signed an agreement, what are you doing here?" He asked with a cold-stoned face while placing his pen on the desk.

"God did blessed us with feet, didn't he?" I asked.

Stunned by my sentence, he stared wide-eyed. "What?"

"And he did bless us with light, darkness, and life yet it doesn't seem to go round."

He scoffed, "Is this but a joke? Save that for the lord's day. Young girl, I could have the cops put you in jail this instant....,"

He stopped as I went down on my knees. "I need your help, Mr. Turner. I had to push off your assistant hoping to gain an audience alone with you."

He sat back, giving up yet not pleased with the sight before him.

"My sis is critically ill. She's in a lot of pain, she badly needs surgery.....,"

"Get out." He fixed a dead stare on me.

My heart jumped, was he even listening to me? My hands were beginning to shake.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I said get out. This is not some charity hall that you run in here and pour out your heart. Neither am I the son of God." He said to me.

"I would do anything...," I rasped ignoring the still voice telling me to give up.

"I would have the security guards throw you out if you don't leave my office." He warned.

I stood up, shoving a hand through my dark hair as drops of tears ran down my cheeks. But I wouldn't give up, I came here for a reason and I must have it, I reminded myself.

My fingers began to unbutton my cream shirt. "You can fuck me right here like you do to those girls in Virginia's inn. I don't mind, as long as you help me out." My voice quivered.

I don't know what shook him most; the fact that I knew about his secret escapades at Virginia's inn or my audacity in having him fuck me. I took off my shirt allowing his eyes to wander my almost naked body.

I was in a pale-colored brassiere which had cupped up my full breasts proudly, I was breathing hard aware of the sweet sensations shooting through my body while he stared at me.

"Tell me, how old are you, girl?" He asked, pushing back his chair while coming towards me.

"I'm twenty," I replied to him.

He seemed composed, not even slightly turned on by my breasts. I started to reach for the clasp.

"I think you should reconsider that." His dark eyes spook more darkness than the sight of him. He picked up my shirt and threw it on my body.

"If you ever do this again, I won't take it easy on you," he said, then jerked the door open.

Wasn't he slightly aroused by my little display? At least, he would want to unclasp my brassieres, cup my breasts, and push his groin to caress my crotch.

Or wouldn't he even take more pleasurable delight in having me in his arms fucking me to insanity? But I guess I was wrong.

He waited till I was done wearing my shirt, then motioned me out with a disgusted frown.

"Now, get out."

I must have been crazy turning down such a juicy offer. She was only but a girl who was desperate to have her needs met.

And I certainly wouldn't give her what she needed. I wasn't made to believe such weak and easy tales.

I knew she had been stalking me, from the park, down to my house, to the office and the grocery store. I was bound to make her hate me, but that did not deter her one bit.

She seemed more spirited, skirting away from morals and needing to do the needful. She was someone I knew but didn't know. The thought of her breasts, thoughts that they could fill my hands had me aroused yet again.

One good thing was how I had willed myself in not giving in to the temptations of her alluring body, but I didn't know how long my self-control would last. So, she had to go.

I must snap out of all lucid dreams about her; I was old enough to become her father. Why then was I nestled deep in the thoughts of her?

I passed by her house when returning home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I would be a bad man if I allowed myself to languish in her tender arms. Yes, I was already a terrible man pointing out the fact that she knew about my sexual escapades.

The thought of it twitched my manhood, and I caught myself thinking about ramming my meat in her.

"Oh, for the love of God." I slammed my palm to my head, got out of my SUV, and started towards the door while nodding to a greeting passed by the butler.

While bathing I heard snatches of creaks but doubted what I heard. It might probably be the cook, trying out some new recipes. I had to step out of my room in my fluffy robe as the noise grew.

Tory, the butler was wrestling with a scruffy kid, pulling her arm aggressively. I couldn't catch sight of the child's face; the silhouette only gave me the shape of a girl.

"Tory, what is going on here?" I asked.

Tory froze at the sound of my voice but never let go of the child's arm. "Sir, I'm so sorry. I don't know how she got in."

The girl stirred and skated her eyes towards me.

I'll be God-damned.

I supposed for fear of his job, Tory hadn't bothered to let me know about the intruder. The gates had tight security, how the hell had she gotten in?

Her eyes were blurred with tears, was she about to cry?

"Tory, that would be all."

"But sir, I'll have her thrown out this instant." His voice was firm.

"That would be all, Tory," I repeated, turning to face the girl.

When Tory's footsteps had receded, I walked closer to her meeting her gaze head-on. What I'd thought were tears were the state of her eyes, glassy like the sea.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

"I scrambled into the trunk of your car. You're my only hope, Mr. Raphael." She answered.

Her audacity spooked me, the same as her stalking on me. What in the world was wrong with her?

I should have thrown her out that instant, but I allowed myself to return to my room while she followed me.

"You have the guts," I smirked watching her intently as she shut the door behind her.

"I'm never giving up, sir." She flipped her hair back with a shaky hand.

I arched a brow. "You've broken your agreement. I could have you punished for dual offenses."

"You can punish me in different ways. If it would appease you."

My cock twitched behind the robe hearing that. Did she know what she was asking of me?

I laughed a short laugh, pushing myself to stand before her. Her hair was ragged, whipped by the rain which had poured earlier on, her boyish clothes clung desperately to her body.

"Do you know what you ask of me?" I asked, capturing her face in one of my hands.

Her skin burned beneath my touch, and her gasp only made my boner harder. I pushed a finger into her slightly opened mouth, thrusting it in while envisioning myself pounding her.

I shoved her gently so that she was jammed against the door, pressing my body on her even though she had been wet by the rain.

Her breath hitched while my breath ragged on, I wanted to kiss her and run my fingers through her damp hair. Her chest rose and fell as I found my hands cupping the exact breasts that had haunted me for hours.

She is but a girl, the thought stung. I collected myself, stepping back at once while meeting her shocked expression.

Was she expecting this to continue? I turned away, hiding the protruded bulge formed on my robe.

"If what you say about your predicament is true, I would help you." I knew why I was saying that. I wanted her out.

How could a girl like her turn me on? How long do I have to restrain myself from acting like the justified man that I was not?

"Take a shower, when you return, you shall have your cash given to you. And when you do, leave." I told her.

She must have been shocked, she did walk into the bathroom but returned clean and naked. I thought I must be running mad.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed still dressed in my robe when she stepped out from the bathroom. Her round breasts stood out while droplets of water drenched from her hair ran down her proud breasts. Her dotted areoles nestled her pointed rock-hard nipples. Tiny strands of curls rolled on her public area, making my hands ache to touch her right there.

Had she gone mad? What was she thinking?

All sense of reasoning raced out from me when she walked towards me, climbed to the bed to reach me. Then, she pulled off the sash knotted around my waist.

I was surrounded by a reeking confidence that had me shaken to the marrow. I had the instinctive nudge that Raphael Turner wanted me as much as I did. And when I found him still in his robe, I clambered to the bed, hoping for the worst. His eyes peered down at me as his sash loosened. One of his hands clamped down on mine.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

His voice yet held that commandeering tone. I tried a lazy smile and batted my lashes at him while I pushed back his hand. One push at his robe had me gasping in horror. He was huge down there and had me wondering if he would fit into me.

I had never done this before. What was I doing? To pull back would look stupid to him, so I must continue.

My eyes flickered back to his gaze while I grazed my hand on his broadened chest, marveling in self-delight how beautiful he was.

He watched me still never saying a word while my hands worked magic. My hands dived lower, combing through the mild curls surrounding his manhood. He was holding his breath while his organ reacted provocatively to my welcoming touches.

His manhood twitched and bobbed again when I pushed my hand circling the organ. I scoffed, enjoying the sweet torture I was rendering on him. He groaned, shutting his eyes briefly in ecstasy.

Despite my racing heartbeat, I wanted to learn more about his body. And before I could think of the next act, he pushed me into his body.

"Now, you ask for it." His tone was low, seductive, and titillating.

His lips captured mine. His mouth was hard, fierce yet soft underneath. I couldn't breathe. Inexperienced as I was, I sought to match his kissing skills, but when I found it hard to play it cool, I let him take the lead.

Maybe, I shouldn't be doing this, but he was doing something to my body that I wanted more.

"Mr. Turner," I moaned as his lips left mine seeking my breasts.

He didn't even know my name yet he was this good on my body. My breath ragged on, causing my senses to be numbed obviously.

"Why? Are you regretting turning me hard already?" He asked, tugging on my sensitive nipples.

My hands reached out, tugging the duvets while his gaze held mine.

"I know you've been following me," his tongue lapped around my areoles.

He was triggering sweet and strange explosives inside of me. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I should have just taken the money and be gone from him.

He jerked up my pelvic region to his face, took a sniff and plunged a finger into my hole. "I don't ..think I'm ready for this," I rasped, holding back my breath.

If he knew that I was a virgin. He would stop, and I consoled myself with that. But that wicked smirk on his face told me otherwise. "Why would you stubbornly ask for it and then want me to stop?" He asked.

While he lapped at my labia, his hands cupped around my full breasts, squeezing them as if milk would be spilled from them. He paused after a while bringing back his tongue into my mouth.

"Tell me you want me inside you," he said.

I didn't want him inside me, not now, I thought. He pinched one of my breasts waiting for an answer.

"I wan..t... you," I gasped.

"Say it louder, with my name in it." He intensified the pain in my breasts.

"I want you, Mr. Raphael Turner," I said.

"Better." He smirked.

I felt his rod denting my stomach as he pulled me close. He sucked on my lower lips, sliding his tongue at intervals to embrace my tongue.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're going want more of me." His tone was possessive.

Fuck me so hard. His voice re-echoed. "You're wet. So, fucking wet," he dung a finger into my hole, sucked on it, and kissed me afterward.

"Mr. Turner, I'm not ready," my eyes pleaded but my body proved me otherwise.

"You will be." He separated my legs, weighed himself between my legs as he cradled his dick in his hand.

My breath paced, anticipating his entrance. "I promise, I'll be slow. I know it's your first." He said into my ears, meeting the intensity of my gaze.

He knew. How wouldn't he have known? I certainly wasn't the first virgin he had fucked. The tip of his manhood caressed my clitoris, while he nudged my legs to his shoulders.

"Your labia are already swollen for me, baby. You're dying to have me. Tell me, why would you say you don't want this, but you do otherwise?" He leaned in again to kiss me, slowly driving into me.

Baby? Did he just call me baby? I thought to myself.

I gasped, holding to his back as a sharp pain gripped me. The pain seemed to stretch on endlessly as he thrust deeper. One of his hands covered my mouth as a wrenching scream tore out from me.

"Hold on, baby. I'm not all in." He said to me.

He wasn't all in! The words caused me a chill. Was he that huge? I felt him adjusting to fit himself in, he pushed himself to the hilt.

As the repetitive thrusts began, I couldn't shake off the sweet sensations that shot through my body. With each thrust, he kissed me, making my head numbed from double pleasures.

"Oh fuck," I didn't realize I'd moaned into his ears as he intensified the heat, thrusting faster with faster pace.

"Baby, baby...," he groaned, pausing before he thrust in one last time. Then he withdrew his rod. Immediately it began to convulse, and I watched him groan repeatedly.

Then, he kissed me again before disentangling himself from me. He watched me again, "come," he said.

"Come join me while we bathe," he finished.

I rolled off from the bed while we walked to the bathroom together. Raphael Turner who I'd thought was the devil's son was a sweet and caring man.

He took the lavender soap and rubbed it across my hair, breasts, and buttocks. Water from the shower washed down the suds as he began to scrub gently. His eyes never left my full breasts. His hands scrubbed, squeezed, and tantalized my sensitive nubs.

Was he growing hard again? I noticed as his rod grew hard and firm. He turned my back to him.

"Oh, God. Not in here, I thought shutting my eyes. I was already quite sore from his first entrance. How suddenly had he grown hard in a matter of minutes?

"Bend over," he ordered.

The sweet and caring man had vanished. The harsh and devil's son was being replaced. I did as he ordered, and he rammed his dick inside of me.

I felt his dick ram deeper while his hands gripped my hair from behind. His thrusts this time were harsh and faster. The shower only made the pain less bearable.

This time, I felt my body convulsing, and I knew for a certain that I was about to cum. This was what it felt like. This was it.

His hands grabbed my breasts from behind while he rode on fast, groaning loudly. And when he did come, he spilled onto my stomach.

****

He wouldn't even look at me after Tory; his butler had gotten me a new dress. He had his chauffeur drive me while giving me an envelope full of money.

I'd lied to my mother about how I had gotten a side job, and my boss had been kind enough to help me out after voicing out to him.

"Nessa, this your boss. I want to meet him." Mother said to me when we were with Raina.

"You want to meet my boss?" My heart jumped. Why won't my mother give it up?

"I mean it, Nessa. Who would give such a large amount of money for your sister without having met her in person?" Mother mused.

My tummy churned. How do I relay to her that I had given up my virginity for the money needed for Raina's treatment?

Raina eyed me from the bed. "How does your boss look like, Nessa? You never said anything about having a side job?" Raina was all smiles.

She was still 13, she wouldn't understand, I thought to myself.

"Does he look like that rich man that I call daddy?" Raina beamed.

What the hell? My eyes bulged. "Who do you call daddy again?" I put in curiously.

"You know whom I'm talking about." Raina giggled.

I should be thankful to Raphael Turner. It was absurd to say that I miss him. I still tasted him in my mouth. I still felt his rod entering my moist folds. I still felt like going back to him and having him kiss me senselessly whilst having me ask for more.

The door opened. The nurse entered followed by two men dressed in black. The men had in their hands baskets full of fruits and herbs.

"Mr. Raphael Turner sends his regards." One of the men said to Mother, giving her a bouquet.

"Is that for me!" Raina shrieked delightedly, trying to adjust into a sitting position but winced as pain shot through her.

I was stricken with shock but recovered and raced towards my sister to comfort her. "Be still," I said to her.

"Vanessa," Mum called out to me, as I wrenched my head towards her.

"Is Mr. Raphael Turner your boss?"

Should I continue in my lies, or would the truth set me free?