Paris Seduction

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Emmanuel Abraham, the prolific author has finally released his novel Paris Seduction, to the world. Now on sales worldwide in iTunes, Barnes & Noble, lulu.

Synopsis

Paris in a fantasy world of her own grew up stubborn and determined to live a secluded life style from the rest of her family…

She never yielded to the moral instructions of her mother Molisa who never anticipated, she would raise her kids all alone after the shocking demise of her husband Eric to assassins...

Paris subsequent entry into College, erupt her sexual prowess. And her stunning feminine figure got all eyes screaming for more… 

As her days crept in darkness, she was forced to walk on the path of thorns by her immoral mistakes… suddenly, the lovely hand of God set her free from death on her dying bed, where she spew out a most engulfing confession…

 

Preview

Two minutes later, she heard the front door unlocked from behind and Paris walked in sluggishly, her clothes disgust Molisa. It was very irritating. Her eyes burns as it bored into her. “Paris.” she shouted angrily, “don’t tell me this is what you worn outside under the preying eyes of hot men in Anglos street! You are not dressing well Paris and you know it. How could you? This foreign way of dressing shouldn’t supersede the way we dress here. We have our pride as women to uphold, not this naked way of dressing that is extremely too sexy, and you never can get the attention of a morally discipline man like that. All you get is heart breakers. They take what they want from you and vanish. Listen Paris, a woman should be all covered. I mean all her private  areas, not this way you are dressed up  revealing your breasts halfway and your  skirt—just look at it—it is amazingly short,  almost completely revealing your buttocks, if  you bend over just now your underwear will  certainly be men’s meal. What has come over you Paris? Surely you didn’t learn this from me, did you?”

  Paris was perplexed; she never expected Molisa to be up this late. She had consciously delayed her coming home early to avoid her preying eyes...

She heard the door unlock and immediately her thoughts slipped as she watched who was coming in. suddenly she saw Carol and Roseline walked in, they were shadows of themselves—completely worn out by the days lecture. Roseline was surprised to see Paris in the room. She couldn’t help it but to express her feelings, “what are you doing in the hostel, Paris? I thought you have a class right about  now, I wasn’t expecting to see you in the  bedroom and besides who dropped that love  card on my reading table?” Paris gave her a frowning smile, “I really don’t know where to start answering your question. I see you got big mouth…okay lets me start by saying my lecture for today was postponed and as for the card. He is just a lover boy that is crazy over me and you know what? I’m just going to prove to him I’m no easy catch.”

Carol picked up the card and read the note attached aloud…

  The first time I set my eyes on you, I knew you   were sexy, I saw your face in a crowded place, during your convocation ceremony, you were beautiful…an angel, no girl compares to you.  You are the sugar in my life and without you my life will be all salt. That means death for  me and I’m sure you will never wish me dead,  I’m madly in love with you Paris, just give me  one moment of trial and I will prove to you that  I mean every of my word in print, my love for  you will never run dry, no one touch my life  like you do. Paris you rock my world, I can’t wait to kiss your tender lips, caress you and squeeze you softly in my arms and I know you love that too, let see tonight in Bamuda Park Please!

  Carol ended the letter and whistle loudly. Roseline nodded her head thoughtfully and fixed her eyes on Paris, “you know what, my Mum use to go shopping in Paris and most times, I wondered why you were given that name. I think you are making men shop on you. You make them spend cash on your huge ass. Come on, you are simply amazing. Check out those wordings...

  “Don’t come near me or I will kill you,” Paris whispered, “I have heard about your antecedents, it smells and I also know you are one big whore, try me and I’ll cut off that long thing between your legs.”

  She brought out a small knife from her handbag with her nervous fingers and watched Milas with scaring eyes. Milas stop his forward shuffling momentarily and laughed rather foolishly, “I see you came prepared but I’m sure you won’t do anything silly with that, besides it will be on the news that you sneaked into Milas Stewart office, locked the door and murdered him in cold blood. How do that sounds, huh? Now tell me, how will you explain that to the press? Don’t be silly Paris, what I’m about giving you, all girls out there needs it and…”

  “don’t come near me Milas and besides I am  not all girls, I’m Paris Brown, so watch your tongue, being my lecturer does not give you  right over my body, back off now or I’ll spill  your blood, I’m sure you don’t want to see  how it looks on the floor?” She tightened her voice.

  She watched him walked closer, “you can’t Paris, you are too fragile to a horrible act, you can’t even hurt a fly, can you Paris? Do you mean to tell me you are a virgin? Come on, I  heard you talk of coming from a Christian  home, I’m afraid you don’t look it, you are  entertaining my eyes with your sexy dressing almost every day  and you don’t want me to be part of the  entertainment, certainly you must be joking!  I’m going to give you my neck to cut with that knife of yours; I’ll rather die than to watch you walked out that door without having you.”

  Paris watched him staring at his couch and wondered what was on his mind; she looked away and shifted her eyes swiftly on him. She felt her spine ache and nervousness crawling through her legs strongly. She became more scared. Milas words appalled her greatly and if there was anything, she knew would happen shortly was her being raped was inevitable. She watched him walked round her swiftly and before she could recover from her thought; his warm hands came from behind round her waist. She felt his stiffened body against hers. She felt like screaming but her throat got hooked. Suddenly the words of Carol and Roseline breezed through her mind. She felt chill wind passed through her body as she felt Milas hands caressing her firm breasts softly. Her body moved, and quickly her thought sunk. She started giving in to the emotion...

Her eyes were screwing through every dark corner on the street…as she walked further away from Darkrise, darkness close up around her. The scary thought of running along crawled in but the regret of putting on a high heel shoe made her dropped the idea.

   Suddenly her ears could pick the sound of a moving car behind her…the headlight wasn’t on—panic spread through her heart and got it racing, pounding strongly against her chest, she could feel it—the beat, but then she knew she must keep on walking. She increased her pace but the car in the dark was swift. It  stopped by her side with a horrible brake that almost got her heart melt and as she turn to see who was trailing her—the man on black  cap…it is him, I remember now, she whispered. What does he want? She looked away and increased her pace. Moments later, she heard the engine start and saw the car by her side again—still following her. Suddenly the voice of the man on black cap lashed in, “come on pretty, what’s the matter with you, I guess you need a ride, it is getting late out here and could be risky on this horrible street call den of Lions for a pretty lady like you.”

   The word den of Lions squeezed through her ears, she jerked and stopped. A chill wind blew passed her and her fingers shivered in the wind, she stood rooted to a spot for a while as her mind engaged—she knew she had only one choice to make either to follow this total stranger she knew nothing about and keep her hard earn money from been robbed, or get raped in this deserted lonely dark street. She drew closer to the wind sheen and looked at him, she try to read his mind—his intention. Seconds later, she gave up, she thought men could be very deceptive and their motives most times could be far beyond sight—you may need an extra eye to discern their darkest heart she thought as she ran her eyes through him again…the third time. She hesitated but dragged her feet a little closer and with her shivering fingers to the car door…opens it and slipped in...

He watched Paris walk ahead; he couldn’t take his eyes off her swinging hips. Her walking steps were even more breathtaking. She seems to have this way of walking that sends lustful signals through his brain cells. He walked faster to march her pace. He opened the front door and stared at her—her lips was shivering, but then, the lip stick on it even got it more beautiful he thought. His eyes caught her breasts, he smartly shifted it to her eyes that was extremely too sexy for him to stare at for too long. He looked away and coughed a little and then pushed the door wide open. “This is where I live; I hope you will like it?” She walked in and looked around for a while and then put on a warm smile, “not looking bad at all, I think you got good taste—you stay here alone? No girl friend yet? Or still a player?  Well—I think you better think about settling down.” She gave him a thoughtful glance. “Thanks Swiss for bringing me here—your home, I’ll love to sleep now, I’m very tired.”

  He narrowed his eyes on her and carefully  selected his words, “I’m sorry I only have one room in this apartment and that simply means  I have only one bed, if you don’t mind we could use the bed together, come on let me show you—this way please.” Paris glared at him. She seems to read his mind now. She sat on the couch and look up at him. “I’m afraid, I’m not interested anymore, I’ll sleep here—right here in the sitting room.” She replied. “You can use the bed in the bedroom alone.”

  She watched him sat beside her and heard  him spoke quietly, “if you say so Paris, but I would want you to know that I’ll be sleeping right in the sitting room with you because I can’t be lonely in this cold night.”

  Paris was amazed at his utterance, is he mad or just playing silly? Paris stood up as her thought went riot—what a hell does he mean he can’t sleep alone—in his own house? She walked away and spun around angrily, “don’t be silly Swiss, can’t imagine you talk like a brainless adult—a child, this is your apartment and you have been sleeping alone—don’t know, but I’m sorry, I can’t be a bed companion to a stranger—never!”

  He stood up placing his hands on her shoulders whispering into her ears, “lets just say not anymore, not with you around—the first time I set my eyes on you I knew my life will never be the same again…not anymore, my heart throbbed for you Paris, can’t you see I love you—can’t you see it in my eyes even if I lack the words…the right words to make you understand.” 

  She brushed his hands off her and back out from him as she gave him a thoughtful look, “was this why you brought me here—to talk me into passing the night with you? Your love talk can wait until tomorrow, right now, I need sleep—I need to sleep alone.”

  Paris watched his eyes on her, she could sense his eyes tearing her clothes apart and exposing her very nakedness before him. Seconds later, he could see his eyes on her breast and his words brought great scare to her, “I use to be a rapist, every good words I spoke to a lady doesn’t seems to matter. They just wave it off and that got me piss off, really piss off. So, to make them respect me, I rape them. I hate begging for sex…” his voice went flat, it sounded dangerously low but had a crawling power that pierced through Paris ears, itching it within. “I need you Paris—tonight.” He stammered as he approached Paris.

  She knew now it would be stupid to resist him. He was very muscular and strong—far stronger than her. She stepped backwards gradually until the wall became a defence behind her and she knew it was all over.

  Swiss closed up on her and squeezed her softly, she lost her breathe temporarily as she went wild. She watched her clothes dropped then her bra...

He pointed to a seat for her to sit. “Please do make yourself comfortable.” He scrutinized the file on the table carefully and then raises his head up. He wears on a smile that got Paris jittery. His voice that followed made her ears stood—anxious to hear him talk.

  “I had previously read through your file— case note, before you were invited in, I must congratulate you because the result confirmed you are pregnant. We also have here the ultrasound result. You have a twin a boy and a girl and the pregnancy is weeks now. I wonder why you said you never knew you were pregnant—well, it does happen, and that’s why it is good you take sexual records with your spouse especially when you know you are prepared for conception—it is alright, congratulation again.”

  She knew she does not want to keep the   pregnancy—her breath ceased for a while and suddenly in a rush, she forced herself into breathing again. Her whole body felt like sinking into the chair she sat, her eyes picked up a frightening appearance—sunk in.

  Her mouth moved for a while before the words slipped out. “Doctor Richard I’m afraid I want an abortion right now.”...

“Emerald—that’s your name? Please get a priest or a pastor for me, I feel worked out. I guess I may not survive this—can’t you see I’m slipping—get me a priest quickly!”

   Paris spoke out more in confusion. “What are you still waiting for—get the priest—idiot.” Emerald tried to calm her down, “don’t talk like that you going to be okay—the pain will soon vanish, you will be alright.”  

   Seconds later, the look in Paris eyes scared her, she placed her hands to her chest in panic, she shuffled backwards, “I’m going to get Doctor Mayor, please hang on and—”

  “Shut up, I said a priest damn you!” Paris shot back.

  Emerald could sense the frustration now it was piling up—piling up within Paris belly, “alright, I’ll get you—”

  “Just go—go.” Paris moaned in pains with her anguished eyes on the ceiling board and her hands trembling by her sides griping the bed spread intermittently. She wished she never did—did an abortion. Her mind got dusted with regrets—regrets of why she ever did it. As pains crawled and ran through her, she felt the sting of death imminent...

The words of Doctor Richard Mills still hurt her bad. “If you were aborted by your Mum you won’t be sitting right in front of me now…” Those words still hurt but she knew she had been forgiven and the devil has no right to accuse her again on this—she shut her thought. “I’ll wait for my brother Davis, he is a good brother—” she hadn’t stopped talking when Davis walked into the ward behind Emerald. Paris ran to hug him. “Oh Paris my beloved sister why are you doing this to yourself and—us, why?” he kissed her on her cheek and embraced her like a baby. Paris felt love beyond all limits.

  Seconds later, Davis pulled her down to the   bed—his eyes on her—checking her—scrutinizing her—just wanting to see if she was alright...

 Paris ran her eyes through him and then landed it on his left hand—a ring? “Are you married Davis?” The question came faintly— iced up. “Please talk to me quickly—I can’t wait to hear it all.” Davis smiled broadly, “It is a long story.” He whispered. “Then cut it short—doesn’t really matter—just want to hear it whichever way!” Her ears stood. “I’m married Paris to a lovely lady called Dallis, she long to see you but remember you weren’t true to your words Paris—it had gone past three years now. Well, I have a child now—a bouncing baby girl called Richmont.”

   Paris eyes widened in unbelief—she got excited the more, “I love to see her now—right now—what about my child Lason?” Davis place his hands on hers, “Lason is fine but had never stopped asking after you—he is growing up now—eager to see you and I kept telling him one day you will be home, really I’m sick of telling him that and something tells me he feels I’m lying—you better be true to your words Paris, your disappearing act is scary and Mum is really sad—she wept bitterly the day she heard Roseline and Carol your friends had graduated from the university. She wanted to celebrate you Paris...

“You can’t wait to read every word that comes with so much passion; undoubtedly this is Emmanuel Abraham at his best.”

                                                                                                             —Mercury Stands

“A suspenseful thriller...provocative...Nicely done, indeed.”

                                                                                                           —JPC Review

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