Justin woke to brilliant sunlight streaming through the windows. His legs were tangled in the sheets, and Gisela’s legs. The clock on the bedside table read eight am. Shit! He’d planned to leave
He breathed deep, feeling as warm as the sun. “Gisela.” Her eyelids fluttered open. He pulled her closer, lifted her chin and planted a kiss on her soft lips. “Will you marry me?”
She ran a hand over her tummy. “Oh, careful. You’re hurting the baby.” She shifted sideways and popped her eyes open. “Say what? Marry you? Hell no!”
He flinched and stroked his mustache. “Why not? I thought this would be good for you… for us?”
Gisela held his hand. “I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m sorry.”
“I’m not hurt.”
“Yes, you’re—See? You’re still stroking your mustache.”
She pressed her cheek harder on his chest and raked the hairs on it. “I don’t wanna be in your life ‘cause of the baby. If I’m to do it, it has to be for intimacy, pleasure… happiness. This is only
possible if I remain your mistress and not a wife.”
“A man marries a wife for family and gets a mistress for pleasure… that’s what I want.”
Justin pushed away and peered in her eyes. “Where d’you get all this stuff?”
“Ouch, careful… he’s kicking. Bring your hand.”
Not only did Justin place his hand, but he also pressed his ears on her belly and listened to the baby’s kicks. “I’ll name him after my daddy.”
Katelyn had thrown tantrums when he wanted to name Mike after his dad, insisting she couldn’t name her son after a polygamist and a drunkard. Justin’s eyes shined with tears. “I’d really like you
to be my wife. We’d make a perfect family.”
“Ah, I’ve seen how a man treats his wife and a mistress. Next time you’re on the road, pay attention to how married couples act. Goodness me, you’ll hate how they treat each other. The wife is
always fiddling with her phone and the man hardly notices, cause his mind is not there... But, if it’s a mistress, he even struggles to concentrate on the road. They kiss at red lights, sneak in
fun times when they can. It’s better to be a mistress.”
“Oh, boy!” He sighed. “You’re smart.”
“You must have thought I was dumb and naïve.”
“To be honest, I’m struggling to relate the Gisela I’ve been meeting with Olivia and the one I’m seeing now…. Is it the same person?”
He jumped out of bed. “Just a sec, I’ll be back.” He strolled to the bathroom.
Justin lifted his brows when he peeped outside and saw one of the male servants trimming the hedge. He sobered up. By now everyone would be awake in the main house. How would he get out of the DSQ
in the full glare of the workers dotted across the compound? Worse still, Katelyn could be back from the hospital.
Instead of coming back to Gisela, he picked up his clothes and quickly dressed. “I should go… everyone’s awake.”
Gisela came over, rose on her toes and locked lips with him. His hands went around her waist.
“I’ll see you later tonight.”
“Katelyn’s not coming back?”
“Nope.” He opened the door.
He looked around, then slid onto the sidewalk behind the birch trees where he believed no one saw him. When he reached the main house, he used the back door to the master bedroom.
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