Must Read: INTERMISSION (The Love) - Season 2 - Episode 49

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Must Read: INTERMISSION (The Love) - Season 2 - Episode 49

I kissed her on the lip and get off from the bed.

ME: good night Mira

I walked out from the room and rested the on the door as i closed it. I heaved a sigh of relieve, i don’t even know how i was able to pull of her. Anything that must be keeping me from her must be strong but i don’t know if i could stand this temptation if it persists.
I climbed the stairs that led to me room and collapsed on the bed immediately i got in. My J0yst!ck was very hard and i needed something to use cool it off but since i don’t have any, i decided to endure the pain for the time been maybe i will be able to visit Liza in two days as the following day was occupied
I woke up the following morning and took my bath before going downstairs. I met Mira in the hall way that led to her room.

MIRA: **smiling** good morning

ME: how was your morning?

MIRA: very bad. Couldn’t sleep

ME: but you still look okay

MIRA: really? I have to prepare a breakfast

ME: please d’ be fast with it, i am really starving

MIRA: as your house wife or what?

ME: don’t you know that i could take you as my lost rib?

MIRA: if i hear. Let’s go please

ME: have you been waiting for me?

MIRA: what does it look like? Your bodyguard?

ME: **gently punch her chin** lets go

MIRA: aaargh **she winced in pain** i will tell mummy that you beat me

ME: and she will ask you what you did

MIRA: why would she ask me that?

ME: because she knew that i don’t find trouble and will act when been severally provoked

MIRA: **running downstairs** moma’s boy **she shouted**

ME: if i catch you…. **i shouted back as i descended the stairs**

I met her in the kitchen arranging what she will use to cook. The kitchen was very standardized as all the equipments were electronics.

MIRA: please i am sorry **she pleaded**

ME: joke over. I am going to prepare the food

MIRA: moma’s boys don’t even know how to bath themselves what more of cooking **she giggled**

ME: ** if you try call me moma’s boy again, i will show you how moma’s boys really behave
I was very angry because of that name because it is not a name that was supposed to use to describe me. Mother-son love is not termed as moma’s boy. Me that have been out for years is no longer a moma’s boy

MIRA: are you angry?

ME: i hate that name and i don’t want you to ever call me that name if you don’t want me to get angry with you

MIRA: i don’t think you can get angry with me

ME: maybe you try it next time

MIRA: i am not sure you can be angry with me

ME: i can be angry with anybody, even my dad, so better don’t try me

MIRA: i am not anybody you know and i am not your father

ME: thank God you know. If i can get angry with my biological father, what more of another person

MIRA: i think you don’t get the hand writing on the wall

She turned to me and her top was totally unbuttoned showing her bare b---m as she was not putting on any bra. Her stomach was very flat and sexy. I stared at her while she kept on smiling and licking her lips. My temperature was rising as my J0yst!ck began to swell inside my trouser. I tried to walk away but found myself glued to the ground like a tamed human who was at verge of rediscovering what he lost.