Prosalie's POV

At six p.m. sharp, we meet at the parking lot. He walk me to his expensive car and opens the door for me. He closes it before he goes around to sit in the driver seat.

I give him the address of my apartment since he hasn’t gone there yet, and he uses the GPS to navigate.

I bite my lower lip when he looks around my small apartment. “It’s not much compared to your penthouse,” I say awkwardly.

I have one bedroom, a small living room, kitchen and bathroom. It’s all there is inside, aside from a few appliances like the fridge, TV, stove and microwave oven.

“Is this yours or you rent it?” he asks, sitting in a single old sagging couch.

“The latter.” I wave my hand carelessly.

He is about to say something when we hear a knock on the door. I open it to see my cousin Jerry, who’s just a few years older than me. He embraces me tightly, lifting my feet off the ground as he turns us round and round before setting me down. He kisses both my cheeks affectionately.

“I missed you, Prosalie!” he declares.

I swallow, as I feel Antwan stand there, staring at us. When I turned to look at him, his face is looking so grim.

Darn it! Now what’s with him?

“Who’s he?” both men ask me at the same time. They look at each other with open antagonism for each other.

“Um, this is Jerry, my cousin. Jerry, this is Antwan…. my… boss.

“Her boyfriend,” Antwan drawls. His announcement leaves my jaw hanging.

Jerry laughs hard suddenly. His blue eyes twinkle and he turns to look at me questioningly. “Your boss is your boyfriend?

I gulp and I become speechless. His face turns serious as hell, and I know what it very well means.

“Hey, Antwan. I don’t like you. But if you really are my cousin’s boyfriend, you better not make her cry.” Then Jerry glares at me with a warning in his eyes. “And you said you won’t fall for a rich guy.” He turns around, about to leave.

However, I pull his sleeve to stop him. “Why are you here?” There must be something that he wants to talk with me. But clearly, his plan goes wrong because of my boss’ presence in the apartment.

“I was going to surprise you and tell you that I moved into this same apartment building. I got a job at a restaurant as an assistant chef a couple blocks from here. It means we’ll see each other more often,” Jerry informs me.

I hear Antwan snort but I ignore it. I smile at my cousin instead and nod. “Yes, we will.” Then I kiss his cheek gently.

He gives Antwan a warning and sharp look before he goes out, slamming the door.

I sigh. But a gasp follows right afterward, as Antwan pushes me to the wall and grinds his hips against mine while his hands are slammed on the wall, on either side of my face.

“I don’t trust that cousin of yours, Prosalie,” he says through gritted teeth.

“What are you talking about?” I frown at him.

“He’s incest,” he proclaims.

I laugh at him, thinking it’s an absurd idea. I can’t believe he’s even jealous of my cousin! “Are you crazy?

But his facial expression doesn’t change. Still grim. “And what’s that about, huh? You don’t fall for a rich guy?

I lower my eyes. It sounds silly but my cousin and I hate rich people, although we have to work for them. Or maybe it’s because we work for them.

“I remember it started when we were in high school. I can still recall this rich boy who was a transferee. He courted me, brought me flowers and gifts but my cousin and I overheard him one day having a bet with his friends that I’d go out with him because he’s rich. He thought I’d fall for it because he was sweet and everything. It was a devastating experience for me, as I was merely a conquest for him. From then on, I vowed that I won’t fall for a rich guy. Clearly, my cousin hasn’t forgotten all about it.” I slowly look up at him.

Antwan’s cheek muscles move as he grinds his teeth. “I am neither, Prosalie. I am not a boy and I never courted you. You’re not a conquest for me, either. But you’re mine!” He touches my forehead with his. Our breaths mingle and picked up pace. He then claims my mouth like he wants to brand me. “I’m going to make you experience the best and most intense orgasm of your life tonight that you’d forget everything including that damn vow!

With that, he rips my clothes apart, as well as my undies to my bafflement. He then carries me in his arms, going to my room, where I muffle my screams with my pillow. The fucking Antwan pounds my body like a mad man and I so fucking love it like an insane woman!

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