~***PERFECT LIES***~
(By Anderson Musyoki)
~*****PROLOGUE*****~
“Oh, my goodness! That was spectacular. I love your voice, and specifically, your big dick. You must be hot in bed…” Brenda said, pulling him close to her sharp pointing nipples.
“Are you kidding me? Oh, no! Probably, I'm too hot to handle. Do you think we are a perfect match?” he asked, pressing her breast on his bulging chest. He had muscles, and that made his romantic. She kissed him passionately, and sighed.
“Are you ready to enter my dark side? Don't be lured by my hot looks. I think I'm nothing perfect compared to you. I'm not perfect for you, darling. Furthermore, I'm embarrassed of myself…”
“Enough of your void words' sweetheart. None is perfect, neither me. Everyone got secrets and lies. Don't judge by what you see. Welcome to my dark side as well. Let's find light…” he said, kissing her sweet lips. She retrenched and smiled broadly, exposing her pure white teeth.
“Will you marry me?” asked Mathews
“No. I won't…”
Two Months Earlier...
Chapter 1. The Ideal Match
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Love, that word. Everyone feels a passionate burning for it. It burns in every corner of the city and the streets too. Happiness is something we all desire, but it is not guaranteed. Happiness most likely won't last forever. People go through pain to love, but you have to go through it to experience ecstasy. Pain and love are twins! Trust me, you can't avoid both sides. I adore it when people look for true love where it is nonexistent. Are you positive that there is such a thing as love, psychologically speaking? The same is true for me. Finding and managing love are difficult tasks to indulge into. Love and passion are inevitable as long as our bodies dominate. I adore the intertextual chemistry between love, passion, and lust. Love also makes one blind, but is love truly blind? I can't guarantee that, you will have to believe me.
Standpoint: Devi;
When he first saw the magnificence within the apartment, he was overjoyed as he entered. Wow! It must have been something brand new to him. Our body's deadliest enemy is our eyes. As far as passion and desires are concerned, the body is our greatest burden. He was dressed in a blue shirt and short sports shorts, red. He didn't button his shirt, so it appeared that his chest was exposed for everyone one to see, especially ladies. It was blown sideways by the breeze, revealing his toned chest. Honestly, he seemed attractive, especially to any woman who desires good looks. All over his body, but especially on his neck, he had tattoos. His sunglasses, which complemented his broad face, could not be forgotten.