Kingsley & Vanessa: He’s Different

Kingsley furrowed his brows and offered a bitter smile. ‘Do you hate me so much that you would fabricate such a lie?’ ‘I really am frigid. It’s the truth. I’m not lying to you,’ Vanessa insisted. She didn’t view her condition as something shameful, but rather a personal matter she preferred to keep to herself. But if revealing the truth was the only way to get the man to back off, then so be it. ‘Then what about what happened that night?’ Kingsley was incredulous. ‘I was drunk. I don’t really remember what happened. I’m quite curious myself, how I was able to... you know,’ Vanessa admitted. Speaking of this, Vanessa couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment. To ease the awkwardness, she picked up the spoon and tasted the soup. It was actually not bad. Watching her, Kingsley suddenly felt thirsty. The night was young. They were alone in the apartment, talking about matters best kept within the confines of a bedroom. Kingsley felt a burning desire build within him, something he ha