Chapter 8 Give Me More

• After a moment of silence for what I'd heard from Mr. Sylvestre, I couldn't help but burst out into laughter. It was very funny to hear that I had to almost curl myself into balls, and roll on the floor while laughing at him. Tears fell from both of my eyes. Gosh, that's too good. I didn't know this man could utter such a funny joke.
• “What's funny?” he even asked.
• With tearful eyes, I looked at him still laughing. “T–That… oh, you g–got me…” I couldn't even speak.
• Me?
• His wife?
• Oh, God!
• “Look!” He breathes out heavily. “Do you think this is a joke, huh, Nerdy?” seriousness was in his voice that made me gradually stop laughing.
• I looked at him, asking.
• And shoot, did I just see how serious he is in his eyes?
• “Wait?” I grasped for words. “Are you for real?”
• “I am being for real, Nerdy.” He crossed his arms around his chest and sat back on my couch. He stared intently at the off-TV while his jaw clenched.
• Seconds passed, and he didn't speak. It was pure silence that made me feel the awkwardness. What the heck is this again?
• A surprise proposal to be his wife?
• “Are you on drugs?” that was a stupid question, I know. But I needed to break the silence cause obviously, he didn't want to speak.
• Mr. Sylvestre threw his eyes on me with his brows knotted.
• I winced.
• What's with the attitude, now?
• I heard him curse. “Look, I needed a wife, Nerdy–”
• “Then date someone, easy–”
• “I don't date–”
• “Then you should–”
• He massaged his temple, and our conversation made him look at the ceiling as if talking to me was a big problem that had been put on his shoulder.
• “Will you please listen to me, Nerdy!” he suddenly yelled, and as if I am a ticking bomb, I lost it.
• “You listen to me, Mr. Sylvestre!” I walked towards the door and opened it wide. “Leave my house, now! Enough with your bullshit! You needed a wife, then date someone. You don't date, then find someone willing who's to be your instant Mrs. It's not my problem anymore, oh God! Stop pestering me for goodness' sake!”
• “Like what I’ve said, you'll get a benefit too, Nerdy,” he still insisted. He drew near me. “I'll pay for your debt, just be my wife.”
• “Leave,” I said. “I can pay what I owe. Take your proposal and leave my house.”
• ***
• Mr. Sylvestre is probably out of his mind for proposing me to be his instant wife. What on Earth comes into his mind? We're not even friends. Obviously, that's not gonna happen. Our first meeting wasn't that good.
• “I'll pay for your debt.”
• Well, his offer is kinda tempting.
• I know, someone like Mr. Sylvestre can immediately pay my mother's debt. To be honest, I almost grabbed his offer. It was the answer to my problem–
• “Oh, shit!” I cursed out of nowhere upon seeing the messages displayed on my Livestream account.
• It was from him, xxxTim.
• He bombed my message, oh God!
• I opened one of his mail.
• xxxTim: Remember our deal, Midnight.
• I bit my lower lips. How come I forgot that I have a deal with this man?
• “When?” I typed not expecting for him to reply fast.
• He's always online, for goodness' sake!
• xxxTim: Now!
• I held my breath for a moment before typing. “As in right now?”
• xxxTim: Uh huh… I want you right now, Midnight.
• “How about the money?” I replied.
• xxxTim: I was asking for your information last time yet you didn't give it right away. But don't worry, I won't scam you, Midnight. Give me a show tonight, and I'll give you the money right after.
• “Give me a moment first, I'll get back to you after.”
• I folded my laptop and drew to my closet to prepare for my first-ever private session. I looked at the outfits that I had in my closet and took time to choose but ended up wearing the devil costume I recently bought online. I fixed myself in front of the mirror and saw how this tiny outfit fit my curves.
• My breasts almost wanted to pop out of the tiny bra, they were pushing themselves against the fabric. It has a black see-through net that covers my stomach, attached to the red panty I am wearing. I opened my drawer and just put on my red mascara and the devil horn headdress to complete my look.
• Devil. Truly a devil.
• “You, got this, Serena,” I said to myself while looking at my reflection.
• Holding my breath, I walked back to my laptop and opened it.
• I typed. “Shall we start?”
• Immediately, without replying, I received a video call request from him and I almost dropped myself on the floor upon seeing his member on the screen.
• It was long, thick… and hard.
• “Did my friend shock you, Midnight?” a thick voice of someone spoke. I am only seeing the lower part of his body, especially the one that is focused on the camera.
• He is already playing with it. He stroked it back and forth and for every stroke he made, it seemed to be growing and growing more.
• “Open your camera, Midnight,” he commanded. “Let me see you.”
• As he said this, I opened my camera and instantly, I heard him curse.
• “F*ck! You're an angel in that devil costume.”
• His hand on his member stroked fast, up and down followed by sinful groans slipping out his mouth. It turns me on, I couldn't deny it.
• Every moan he makes ignites the heat inside me making my hands move unconsciously. My eyes settled on his long, thick shaft as my hands started to squeeze my bosoms. My nipples go against the thin fabric of my bra. They were hard, begging… asking to be pleasured.
• “That's it, Midnight… touch yourself… give me more…”