At half-past eight in the morning, Justin still lay in bed. A bad habit. He threw the quilt aside and jumped into the bathroom. After dressing, he stood before the mirror and raked a speck off his
beard with a finger, pulled down his shirt-cuffs, and put on his wristwatch. He then descended a flight of staircases into the dining-room. His wife sat at the dining table, her eyes glued to the
screen of his cell phone, tapping her heel on the floor.
Justin wanted to peck her cheek, but the anger in her eyes put him off. The next few seconds unfolded in horrifying slow motion. What text had she stumbled across? He moved to the other side
where coffee was waiting for him.
“Good morning, hon,” he said, lifting the cup to his mouth.
Katelyn didn’t respond, and other than the sound of the birds chirping and the wind howling outside, everything else was quiet. Too quiet. The housemaids went about their chores in complete
silence. One of them, a French governess, Mademoiselle Rosa, as she was commonly referred to, came over, placed an omelet before him, and left without saying a word. Not even her usual bon appétit.
They must have had their fair share of Katelyn’s wrath.
He opened the day’s newspaper, and held it close to his eyes, pretending to read. “What is it, sweetheart?”
Her breath rose in gasps. “What other secrets are you keeping from me?” she said, showing Justin his sister’s thank you text message for paying school fees for her two daughters and their young
He forked the omelet, smacking his lips. “Ah, sorry, I thought you knew.”
“How did I know? Am I an angel? Huh.”
He swallowed and set the cup down with a thud. “Hun, what’s the big deal?”
She shot to her feet and walked back and forth by the window. What the hell! He’d just done a noble deed, yet she behaved like he’d murdered someone. He drained the coffee, pushed aside the
remaining omelet, and would have followed her, but a tingling sixth sense warned him not to.
“I knew it, I knew you had secrets,” she said.
He looked at his watch and eased out of the chair. His meeting was starting in an hour's time, and if he didn't leave for the office now, he might be late. “Is this really about Susie, or there’s
something else? I see nothing wrong with my helping her out.”
Her eyes popped and her mouth contorted, spewing words with such ferocity and rapidity. “Instead of shouldering other people’s burden, you should’ve invested that money in our children’s future.”
“Please mind your tone, don’t talk to me like that.” His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “Don’t forget, it’s Susie who put me up in her house when my dad lost his job.”
“I don’t care, that doesn’t give you the right to sacrifice your children’s future. Besides, you already got her a job.”
An icy wind blew past the blinds to the back of his neck and ears like the touch of cold fingers. Nothing would ever be the same again. “How am I sacrificing their future?”
“If Susie wasn’t busy messing around, she’d have gone to college instead of bearing illegitimate children for you to educate.”
Justin raised his voice. “Please stop, do not badmouth my sister.”
He picked the newspaper off the table and pinned it under his armpit, ready to leave. Just then, footsteps shuffled close behind him. Silence. A shadow loomed over him.
When he turned, their eldest daughter ran past to her mother. “What is it, mom?”
Though boiling on the inside with rage, he had to pretend before his daughter all was okay. “Honey, your mom and I just had a small misunderstanding, but it’s nothing.” He pecked Olivia’s forehead,
then patted Katelyn’s shoulder. “It’s okay, I see your point.”
Later in the day, spinning in his office chair, he reflected on their quarrel. He wouldn’t talk to her until she apologized. He’d tried to remind her of his success, building a business empire
worth millions of dollars from scratch. What he’d spent on Susie’s daughters and his young brother was pocket change. But she wouldn’t buy that. They were one according to their marriage vows, and
she had the right to every penny. After work, instead of going home directly, he decided to pass by a nearby club for a drink.
Justin swirled the whiskey in his glass, listening to the chinking of the ice cubes. His ill humor was beginning to fade, even before the first sip. Just watching the gentle vortex in the short,
round glass was hypnotizing enough. He sipped and let the amber fluid sit in his mouth for a while before swallowing. Closing his eyes, he savored the flavor. Damn, it was good. Then there was the
ballad playing in the background, with a saxophone in it. Goodness! It soothed his nerves.
A young couple sat at a low round table on the other end. Even in the dim light, he recognized Gisela—his daughter’s friend. But his vibrating cell phone drew his attention. A message from his
wife. She asked if coming home late was his new routine. Ha! At home, she’d hardly spoken to him other than quarrel. Now that he was out of her sight, she still complained. Heat flushed through his
body, and he dropped his phone on the table. With clenched teeth, he pushed down a gulp of whiskey to drown the bad taste of her message.
Seems like he wasn’t the only one having a hell of a time. Gisela seemed upset. She said something, wrung her hands, and walked away, leaving the gentleman alone.
His eyes met hers when she’d almost reached the exit. She came over. “Hey, what a surprise?”
After hugging, he looked toward her partner and recognized Ken, his neighbor’s son. “Is everything all right?”
She covered her open mouth with a hand. “Been here long? I feel embarrassed.”
Justin chuckled. “It’s okay, don’t worry. I understand.”
They both watched as Ken banged the table, stood, and left.
“He can be difficult at times,” she said.
He motioned a waitress and gestured Gisela to an empty seat at his table. “Take it easy, who’d not be jealous around such a beauty as you?”
The music was now loud, and the crowd had begun to swell. The tables disappeared under the eclectic assortments of beer, wine, whiskey... Once in a while, roars of laughter interrupted the chatter.
Scantily clad waitresses, with generous helpings of cleavage and legs exposed, ran about refilling drinks. Men in the crowd twisted their necks watching them, most with drunken leers.
The waitress served Gisela's wine and they clinked glasses for a toast.
She dropped her eyes, perhaps feeling shy by the way he fixated on the gold necklace around her slender neck. “I won’t be staying long, got some assignments to do.”
“Take it easy, it’s Friday.”
Two hours later they were still in the same spot, having taken dinner and several rounds of drinks. Unlike in the beginning when she talked with some shyness, Gisela now talked freely. Men and
women paired, waltzing to the lover’s rock music, and it was even embarrassing to be seen seated.
Justin sprang to his feet and fancied his head floating in the air—the whiskey had taken effect. “Shall we dance?”
She smiled, staggering a bit, and gave him her hand. “I can’t stand.”
He twirled her into his arms. “I got you.”
They fell in step, and he let the rhythm control their movements. Everything and everyone around them dissolved. It was her and him, alone.
Her wide and deep-set eyes sparkled, and a smile never left her lips. Heat surged through his body when he planted his foot between her legs and curved her body backward. He stooped his torso
across hers, coiling around it like a snake. Seeing her long braids suspended in the air by this move was exhilarating. She was breathless.
He drew her close to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I just wanna sleep.”
It was past eleven when they walked out to the parking lot. A gentle breeze pushing through the night’s chill sobered him up. He felt a sudden qualm of conscience on the unexpected turn of events.
It was immoral on his part to get infatuated with his daughter’s friend. This thought stung him, but her perky breasts, brushing on his side as she staggered in his arms, numbed his conscience. She
abandoned herself into his hands, going wherever he led her. His right hand, curled on her waist, sent an electric current across his body, making his blood run hot.
“I’ll drop you at your dorm,” he said, laying her across the seats in the back of his car. She was asleep before he started the engine. His cell phone rang. It was Katelyn. He waited until it
stopped ringing and switched it off. She wasn’t sincere, It must be hurting her to imagine he was somewhere having fun, instead of hurting over her quarrel.
When they arrived, Justin wanted to leave without further ado. The pangs of guilt gnawed at his conscience and he was keen to set things right.
He bid her goodbye at her door. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. Please don’t tell anyone about us dancing. I wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong impression.”
“I’ll tell no one,” she smiled, exposing her fine white teeth.
Back in the car, he sat silently for a while, debating whether to start the engine or not. He couldn’t get that endearing smile off his mind. A still small voice within urged him to start the
engine. Yet, the strong pull he felt towards her drowned that urge. Without thinking, he moved from the car and knocked at her door.
“Oh, it’s you, come on in.” She widened her sleepy eyes and backtracked.
His starving eyes penetrated her transparent gown. “I’m tipsy and can easily be arrested by cops. Can I chill a bit to clear my head?”
She plopped on the edge of the bed. “Sure, no worries.”
“May I?” he asked, signaling to sit on the ottoman.
He picked up a framed picture of a young woman that was lying on the ottoman and was about to put it down when she stooped over.
“Careful.” She cradled it and put it on her bedstead with a feigned smile, but her watery eyes betrayed her. The portrait resembled her, but he could tell it wasn’t her.
“No. My mother. I killed her at birth.”
He moved to the bed and strapped a hand around her waist. “So… Sorry.”
She nudged it and moved away from him a little. “T-t-thanks, I’ll be fine.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be inappropriate.” He moved back to the ottoman.
Few minutes went by in silence and her snort woke her up. “Oh, sorry, I’m so sleepy.” She pulled a duvet and handed him. “It gets quite chilly at night.”
“No, I’m fine,” he said and threw it back. “Have some rest, I’ll wake you when I’m leaving.”
Justin couldn’t get his eyes off her bust, which rose and fell between her gentle snuffles. Wrapped in profound sleep, she’d hug the pillow at one point, later, roll her slender body from one side
to the other... He even found her snoring sweet. God, how old was she? Eighteen? It was evident she’d not shared her bed with anyone by the way she threw her legs all over. Otherwise, that kick she
just threw, peeling up her gown, would have badly hurt someone close by. Justin felt a bit dizzy, seeing the thin, long legs with knobbly knees, typical of a teenager. In his imagination, he went
further and undressed her, beholding her whole body. His cock hardened and as she turned, he licked his lips, imagining her brushing against his prick. Enough of it.
He jumped into the bed and she jerked upwards, screaming. “Don’t kill me, take everything, please.”
“It’s okay, it’s me,” he said, holding her tight.
Her lips twitched, sweat dripping down her face. “Oh, you scared me, I thought it was a thief.”
“I’m sorry, I felt sleepy and thought I could come--,” He passed a finger through her braids.”
She grabbed his hand, panting. “Stop.”
He sighed. “Gisela, I want you badly.”
She softened her grip and her panting increased but kept quiet.
His lips touched hers. “Gisela, please, please— “
Holding the hem of her nightgown, he slipped it over her head and began to stroke her with his hands, lips, and tongue.
“What are you doing?” she asked, but yielded to each of his moves, kissed him back and guided his hands to her nipples.
“Shhh.” He whispered. “Shhh, it’s all right, don’t worry, just relax.”
He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down her body, down…
“Oh.” She sighed, panted and moaned.
A sweet spasm cut through his body, prompting him to throw his jacket aside.
She ripped his shirt off, tossed it on the floor, and removed her bra. “This is wrong; don’t you think?”
“Shhh.” He slid her panties down and off.
Flattening herself on the bed and parting her legs, she pressed him hard against herself.
When Justin woke up the next morning, the hideousness of cheating on his wife stared him right in the face.
“Oh, no…!” He whispered, tossing around.
The more he looked at Gisela, fast asleep, the more he saw his own daughter, Olivia. He felt worse than a grotesque murderer. It was as if he had defiled his own daughter.
He shoved the duvet aside and sat upright, ready to leave. However, he was stopped by his clothes lying on the floor.
“Damn it.” He cursed, beholding his nudity.
The realization of how low he’d stooped sunk in. In utter despondence, he closed his eyes and fell into wishful thinking.
I should have left after dropping her… I shouldn’t have entered her room. It was wrong of me….
Flesh will always be flesh, he poignantly remembered Father Anthony’s sermon of the previous day. “A spark neglected can burn down a forest. And so it is with big falls. Think of King
David! It all started with an inappropriate glance at a woman, then murder and adultery.”
If only I had not entered her room…
His movements roused her, and she rolled away, exposing his cell phone.
He grabbed it and the first thing he saw was the thirty-two missed calls registered on the phone screen: twenty-eight from Katelyn and four from his friend, Ambrose.
“Damn it, damn it!” He muttered.
She grabbed him by the waist, leaned forward, and her naked breasts, dangling in the air, poured on him. “Are you feeling guilty?”
Goosebumps budded all over his body and blood pooled between his legs. “Why would I?” he said, and like a pig swirling more and more into the mud, he jumped on her, moving deep inside of her.
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