My husband and I
Dark Romance ?
Episode 8
It’s been at least two hours and the rain showed no signs of stopping. Abbey and I were causally sharing a drink but we had moved a table in front of the fireplace. We now sat across from one another playing a card game. I had to say, he was horrible at this game. I had won five times in a row and my ego was rising with each win.
Nonetheless, Abbey held a smile on his face as he watched me shimmy in excitement. We laughed and it felt good. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Not with friends or my husband, yet I was enjoying the company of a stranger. We had talked to one another for a while about the heavy downpour and how he had no way to go home.
The rise and fall of his chest as he breathed were charming. The budge of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed harshly, his lips begging to be kissed, sucked on, trapped between my teeth as we… No, no. I am a married woman. Breaking the trance by removing my gaze, I dropped the cards.
“Um, I’ll be right back,” I told him as I got up from the chair deciding to head to the bathroom. He cleared his throat and nodded.
As I walked toward the restroom, I could sense his eyes on me. It took all of my willpower to not look back at the man who stirred foreign feelings inside of me. I walked towards the sink. Turning it on, I lowered my hands to collect water before wetting my face. I did it once, twice, thrice just so I can get the image of Abbey out of my mind. He was dangerous in a way I wished he wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking with my head.
At this point, I couldn’t tell if my P@ntiës were wet from the rain earlier or from my reaction to Abbey. Everything about him was exquisite and he made me laugh. It’s been long since I’ve found something, no someone to laugh with. It was nice for a change. Something I longed for and hadn’t realized.
A drop of water fell onto my right hand causing me to look up. Moving my eyes up from the sink to the mirror, I took in my appearance, still dressed in Abbey’s clothes, I looked warm. I felt warm and sad, but warm. I hadn’t even realized I was crying until I saw a tear streak and another tear falling beside it. Why am I crying? Is it bad that I don’t know the reason for my own tears?
Three knocks on the bathroom door had me wiping away at my eyes quickly. Abbey’s voice called out to me cautiously. “Hey, Mary, the rain has died down and my phone now has service, so I figured you would want to make that call to your husband,” he said.
I couldn’t help but detect Abbey saying husband in an off tone. However, I chose to ignore it since I had bigger things to worry about such as facing John when I leave there, knowing I didn’t want to.
“I’ll be right out soon!” I told him and I heard his footsteps fading away. I waited a minute or so before clasping my mouth with my right hand and beginning to sob, trying to be quiet as possible as I slid to the floor.
The phone rang loudly in my ear as I fiddled with my shorts. I was standing at the bar using Abbey’s phone to call John. It was my fifth attempt at reaching him while Abbey patiently waited by the fireplace, giving me privacy. He was just a kind and understanding man.
I released an aggravated sigh as the call went to voicemail again. I tried to reach Gbenga and surprisingly he answered on the first ring.
“Hello, ma. To what I do owe the pleasure this hour?” his voice sounded raspy on the other hand, telling me he was asleep before I called.
“I’m so sorry, Gbenga, but I can’t reach John and I’ve been holed up at a restaurant during the rain. Have you heard from him before you left work?”
“What? He never came to pick you up? That man shaa…” he mumbled and I heard rusting on the other line. It seemed like someone said, “what’s wrong with him?”
“Gbenga?”
“Just hold on, ma, I’ll come to pick you up. Write me the address through text, and I’ll be on my way,” his accent was rougher than usual due to his waking up. I guess it was easier to retain his southern drawl when he was wide awake, not half asleep.
“Oh, you don’t have to bother yourself, Gbenga.”
“Wait there, I’ll see you soon,” he hung up.
I cradled the phone in my hand, texting Gbenga the address, before walking over to Abbey. He was sipping on his third bottle of alcohol, looking out at the fire.
When I approached, he turned his attention to me. “Is your husband coming?” He asked.
“No,” I told him, glancing away.” But his friend is coming.”
I sat down in the chair I occupied earlier, facing the fire as Abbey did.
Silence.
Where was John? This is why I was hesitant that he take my car to work. He wasn’t reliable as my partner, my husband. Was he even worried about me, about where I wa,s or who I was with? Did I not mean anything to him?
No. Don’t get worked up. Maybe something happened to him, something awful. There I was sitting with a handsome and kind stranger, laughing with him and John could be hurt. Or is this my mind trying to reach for my husband? I Hope John didn’t abandon me or forgot about me.
“Mary,” I heard him say.
d@mn, this man needs to stop calling my name. I felt like a melting puddle of chocolate each time he called my name.
“Are you ok?” he asked when I faced him.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I lied through my teeth but he was a stranger. How could he know I was lying?
“Are you sure?” he spoke in Yoruba, his native language.
I nodded my head.
“You are crying, pretty woman.” He told me and I reached up and felt tears falling down my face.
I quickly wiped my eyes, I tried to hide away, turning my face. Gosh, this was embarrassing. The crying wife was vulnerable in front of a stranger.
“Pretty?” I chuckled ashamed and then sniffed.
“Abbey, don’t lie. I look messed up right now.”
I barely heard him move before I saw him standing right in front of me. He squatted down to my level and placed his index finger on my chin, gently turning me to face him. He used his other hand to wipe away a stray tear.
“You are far from a mess,” he said.
He was going to be the death of me. His scent was intoxicating and as I looked into the eyes of this beautiful man, I had goosebumps. In the act, he pressed closer to me to where we could feel each other’s breath against our faces. Inhaling the rich scent of his clothes, I wanted to be nowhere else. I didn’t want to think about any outside forces including my husband’s work or the thought of starting a family.
No, I wanted to be here, sharing the same air as the man who made my belly flutter with butterflies. The man who helped me laugh and smiled more than I have in the past year. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to care. I just wanted him, Abbey. This man gazed at me as if I never had a husband, to begin with. I don’t know who moved first, but when we did, a fire had been stoked. It was as if lightning a candle for the first time.
Exciting, passionate, rushing as the heat rose. The way I felt now as Abbey took my oxygen and the heat between the apex of my thighs rose. And my heart beat faster than any other day, I was afraid it would fall out. But I knew if it did, I’d die happy. He was so warm as he explored my mouth with his tongue.
Unyielding, and restless, he held me steadily in his grasp. I was Mõ@ning as a fool as I gripped the back of his neck, holding on as my world spun. He let me breathe for a second before he parted my shaking lips once more.
I’ve never been kissed so wildly or held this tightly. One of his hands was on the back of my head and the other gripped my neck. His hold was gentle, but firm to ensure I couldn’t move unless he deemed it so. I was trembling, shaking in his hold as I tried to kiss him with as much vigor, but he had my submission and there wasn’t anything I could do.
Tmine continued…
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