Being His SEX Doll Episode 15
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HOSANNA’S POV ????
I took a bath and changed into a new outfit consisting of a black polo shirt and a trunk Desmond gave me a few minutes ago because he stated that he does not have anything for women.
I walked downstairs for dinner. Desmond called to tell me that dinner was served a few minutes ago.
I climb down the stairs and can see how clean and moderate the living room is. With luxurious morden furniture.
I descended the stairs and met him as he was setting the dining table.
“Come have a seat,” he said, pulling out a chair for me and holding it while I sat down.
“Once he was sure I was properly seated, he took a seat beside me.
He opened the food and began dishing out the Marconi and cabbage source onto a plate in front of me; I was salivating. I felt the urge to eat right away; it had been a long time since I had eaten well. I only get tea and bread for breakfast at Jared’s house, and occasionally garri without sugar is served in the evening.
“Let us pray?” He said, and I nodded Shyla at him.
He took my palm in his as he began to pray.
Once he was done.
He served me so many chicken laps, I could feel my soul eating already, but I know I do not have to appear desperate so he does not mistake me for a hungry girl. ????οΏ½
I sat still, staring at the food.
“Eat,” he urged. “I made it specifically for you.”
I sat there, unsure how to begin eating in his presence.
He grabbed the fork and knife and began feeding me.
I became more shy as he brought the food closer to my mouth.
Well, I opened my mouth while he fed me.
Once we had finished eating. I attempted to clear the plates, but he stopped me. Well, I did not let him because I did not eat the chicken laps to my satisfaction and needed to go to the kitchen to break up the bone. I took some plates into the kitchen. He brought the rest with me, and to my disappointment, I saw him throw my chicken laps into the kitchen wastebasket.
I could not cry. After we finished washing the dishes, I bid him goodnight and left for the room he had given me, locking it properly from the inside to prevent any harm.
The next day!
I was happy and glad that, Desmond didn’t come to knock at my door at the middle of the night. I only saw him earlier in the morning, when he invited me to join him downstairs for morning devotion. Gradually I was beginning to like how he love the things of God.
He prayed for all his patients who are in critical condition at the hospital and all the needy.
After that, he made me breakfast and left to work.
He returned later in the afternoon and decided to take me to a small boutique where I could at least pick up some clothes.
We had finished selecting and were about to get in the car to go to the mall to get some of my personal items. When someone forcibly grabbed my right hand. I turned to my side, stunned, and immediately froze up.
“Are you ok, Hosann?” Desmond sounded and look towards the person also.
“Shey I don catch you?” The voice made me tighten my grip on Desmond’s palm.
TO BE CONTINUED
Who is that is making Hosanna to be scared? Guess.
How far so far did you think Desmond is the right helper for Anna?
