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Part 3

Episode 31

~ Mary's POV ~

A few hours have gone by since Shola left this morning. Although I was worrying about his abrupt departure. Abbey did a good job moving my attention elsewhere. He planned a day for us to spend together.

After we ate breakfast, we both got dressed and headed to the mall. This time, allowing Abbey to buy me clothes because I’ll be going back to work in a few days.

We had quite the adventure while we were out. I never knew that shopping with a man could be fun. He helped me decide which outfits to wear, sitting outside the dressing room waiting for me to appear in different clothes. He complimented me each time I exited the dressing room causing my face to heat at the attention. It was an odd experience but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. It differed from what my husband would do which was to not come at all.

After he bought me a few clothes to wear, we walked around casually — with him holding all the bags. At some point, I tried to reach a hand out to take some, but he placed my hand in his, holding onto it.

Later, when we felt we had enough windows shopping, we went back to his place, grabbing some food along the way. As soon as we got back, we settled down in the living room to eat and watch TV.

Sometime later, I had my head on Abbey's legs as we both looked at the screen I was refreshing. My body wasn’t tensed in his presence, it had no reason to be.

In the few months, we’ve gotten to know each other, Abbey has made me feel comfortable with him. To a certain extent seeing as there was the 'thing' I have yet to mention to him.
Though I knew he was curious about it. I knew letting him know would embarrass me, but it would also be the next step in what we had going on. Although I’ve been cheating on my husband, I haven’t fully had sex with Abbey. If we did, I’d officially cross the very thin line that’s been drawn and it made me feel uneasy.

Sure, being with Abbey felt great but the grass isn’t greener on the other side.
Admittedly, I was worried that Abbey might turn out to be the same. That he’d grow to dislike me and would like to get rid of me. I was already a burden now, imagine if Shola keep acting like this for weeks.

I wasn’t sure what to call what we share. Relationship? Friends with benefits? Then again, I was reaping the benefits more than Abbey. It wouldn’t make sense to call it such.
A part of me didn’t understand why he wanted me. I was far from being a beauty queen with stretch marks, scars, and a tiny figure that screamed I wasn’t taking care of myself.

However, recently staring in the mirror, I’ve noticed my body change with added weight. It wasn’t a dramatic change, but it was something that may have been there because of how many times Abbey made sure I eat and rest.

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Being here along with Shola kept me cool and well taken care of. I don’t regret being there, I only feel bad I was married and shouldn’t be in another man’s house. But then my life was at risk. What if I had died that night? What would John say?
Maybe because he felt I had no mother and father nor siblings that would fight on my behalf. Thinking about this whole thing would make me remember my days in the orphanage, so I averted the thought with the speed of light.

Anyway, I knew Abbey wasn’t a wicked man seeing as he’s never lied to me. He had always been an honest man since we met. It was my mind, my insecurities wanting to ruin what little good I have. And I don’t want what I have with Abbey to go away, I loved it much. I like him too which was the problem.

What happens when I have to let go of this fantasy? When I have to go back home. Unsurprisingly, the word sounded bitter in my head and my heart beat faster. Just thinking of going back had my body ready to hurt itself into a panic attack. I knew I couldn’t stay here forever, but seeing John my husband again filled me with anxiety and anger. So much anger for a man I loved.

My fist clenched as my body tensed, no longer laughing at the TV. Weeks have passed and I’ve not heard a word from him. Even though I didn’t have my phone, he had Comfort's number to check on me. He didn’t even do that!
My husband threw me out in the chilly rain and hasn’t checked to see if I’m ok.

What did I do to deserve this? Have I not been a good woman to him? I did everything right! I did it all! I stuck by him which was the sole reason for me to lose our.. No, no, no, it wasn’t fair!

****

“Mary?” The voice of a concerned man reached my ears and my eyes blinked. Not realizing that they became wet with tears.

Sitting up abruptly, discreetly wiping my face, I didn’t face him.
There I go running the mood with my thoughts.

“Sorry, allergies.” I lied through my teeth. I was sure he could tell I wasn’t telling the truth because my voice was shaky.

I shifted so I could leave the couch, Abbey gently grabbed onto my elbow, turning me his way. Ducking my head out of shame for being caught crying, he lifted it so our eyes could meet.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Nothing, I told you… ,” he gave me a stern stare knowing I was lying again.
“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, Mary. You can talk to me.”

And I wanted to talk to him, but it was about my marriage and Abbey was… .well, it would be awkward. I shouldn’t discuss my marriage with him and I didn’t want to bother Comfort with my mess. She was happy I wasn’t with John anymore, and I didn’t want to ruin that for her with my bullshit. So, I changed the topic, hoping Abbey wouldn’t catch on.

“I—um, I want to have sex,” I blurted out and when the silence continued, I opened my mouth again, wringing my fingers.

“With you ..” I added lamely.

Truly, I did conclude that I wanted to have sex. Yes, I would cross the line and officially cheat on my husband, but I want Abbey. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. So I may be lying about why I was crying, but I wasn’t lying when I said I want us to have sex.

“Ok…,” he said slowly, still holding the confused look on his face.

“But that doesn’t explain why you’re crying.”

Before I had the chance to wipe my tears again, he did it for me with a swipe of his thumbs.

“Uh, it’s kind of embarrassing. I… I shouldn’t have said anything.” I said not knowing which was worse.

Admittedly I was thirsty for rich sex and crying about my husband who doesn’t love me. Maybe I should have just told him since I was positive he thought I was a naughty girl. God, I wanted to slap myself for being this way.

“Mary,” his tone was serious as he kept his stare on me.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything. I want you to feel comfortable with me and trust me enough to tell me what is on your mind.

“Trust is important and if at any you don’t feel that trust or uncomfortable, tell me so I can fix it. Ok?”

“Are you willing to tell me what’s going on? Does this have anything to do with what you said earlier?” I nodded again before averting my gaze.

“It’s just that with sex....,"

I wrung my hands to which he paced them in his warm grasp. Gently soothingly rubbing them to help calm me down.

“It doesn’t really work for me. I mean penetration. It doesn’t work.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t work?” I sneaked a peak over to gauge his reaction, but he just seemed a little confused.

“I mean when I have real sex, penetration doesn’t … ,” his lips twitched slightly, but he kept them still.

Unmoved, though I knew I hadn’t hallucinated the moment. Continuing, I told him what I’d been worried to tell him since thinking of sex with him.

"I don’t reach orgasm.

“Oh.” That was all he said, and I took that as the time to further explain myself.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t experience orgasm from other things like what we’ve been doing. I mean there was this one time I did, but just once. And it never happened before so, I….”

“You were able to reach once? What changed?” he asked genuinely curious, and I inwardly groaned. I shouldn’t have said that.

“Uh.”

“Trust and comfortability, remember?” he reminded me, still holding onto my hands. I looked at him and nodded. Trust and comfortability, I repeated in my mind.

“I thought of you,” his eyes widened in surprise. As in he was shocked.

Rshing out words to not damage his image of me further. I said, “I know, know. It was weird and stupid, but I’m sorry for..”

He gathered himself, stopping me from rumbling. “There’s no need to apologize. I’m flattered that you thought of me, naughty, Mary,” he teased lightly before leaning down and kissing my lips.

“You are?” I asked once he backed away.

“Who wouldn’t be?” smiling at him at his rhetorical question, I kissed him instead.

After pulling away, he asked a question I wasn’t expecting.

“Which positions have you done?”

I hesitated briefly before answering. “Missionary and from behind.”

“That’s it?” he asked as if he were in disbelief which made me look up at him in confusion. Is there more?

“Yes… .?” my answer seemed more like a question.

“Those are the only ones I know of,” I told him honestly.

He cleared his throat. “I only asked because sometimes with sex, there may be different positions that make you feel the utmost pleasure compared to the ones that don’t. But you've only one two positions, right?”

“There are more than two?” His words gave me all the confirmation I needed. I felt like a numbskull for not knowing something like that.

Does that make me less desirable as a woman for not knowing? Would he still want me? I needed to find out. “Are you surprised?”

“Why would I be?” his brows furrowed.

“Because I’m broken when it comes to sex and I don’t know other positions. What if I can’t please you?” I whispered the last part averting my gaze from his.

“Pretty, I'm more worried about making sure you receive pleasure than myself. And you are not broken. Why do you think of yourself this way, darling? He assured me while also saying some words I did not understand.

Pulling me into his arms, we embraced. He ran his hand along my back soothingly.

“But….”

“We will figure it out, ok?”

“But what if I can’t.. “

The protest died on my lips when he cut me off. Backing away from the hug, he kissed my lips. His breath fanned across my face as he kissed me sweetly.

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry, pretty Mary.”

To be continued…
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Part 3

Episode 30

~ Mary's POV ~

Comfort and I were on a phone call as she desperately wanted to know what had transpired between Abbey and I, Shola and I. In fact, the trio of us.

About a week had passed since Abbey and I were first intimate. Since then we’ve remained inseparable, or should I say that Abbey hasn’t kept his face away from my cunt for more than a few hours. It’s either I’m waking up to his head between my legs beneath the covers or he’s putting me to sleep with his skillful tongue. Most times, it’s both.

My body has never been this satisfied before. No, more than satisfied. What I loved the most about the experience is that Abbey hasn’t expected anything in return. Not once.

Though I’ve tried my hardest to reciprocate by at least giving him a handjob, but he’d decline, claiming that he wanted to please me instead. He cared more about my pleasure than his and it was a turn-on that I didn’t know existed. And when he took care of me after it made me want him all the more. The memory of us had my body tingling at the reminder.

The way my legs were on his shoulders, shaking, quaking as he thrust three fingers inside my wet p*ssy. Clutching at his hair, I moaned while my hair lips made unfathomable noises soaking the sheet below my ass as the smell of sex filled the air. Arching my back, gasping, hanging onto his every word.

His eyes were on me as I started to cum for the fifth time.

“You look so sexy when you cum, darling.” My stomach tightened as my P clenched onto his thick fingers. “I could cum just from watching you, Mary. Damn, you’re taking my fingers so well. I can only imagine how you’ll be when you’re wrapped around my cock.

“Mary?” Comfort's voice snapped me out of the memory. Good thing she did or I might have needed to change my panties.

“I’m still here,” I told her.

“So, how has Abuja been?” I asked her.

“Ah ah, nope. You aren’t changing the topic. Give me the dirty details. I have my popcorn ready.”

I laughed and shook my head, knowing she couldn’t see it.

“You were thinking about it, weren’t you?” she teased, hinting towards Abbey and me being intimate.

“If you must know, yes.” I opened a cabinet, pulling out a pan.

“Wait a minute. Are you cooking?” Comfort asked, causing me to blush. When I didn’t respond, she started cracking up.

“He was that good. He got you cooking for him?” she added.

“Shut up,” I muttered and checked on the pot to see if water had dried from the rice I was boiling. “It's the least I can do since he won’t let me return the favor. And it’s not just for him.”

“Oh! The man from the club?” she asked, disregarding the whole ‘Abbey won’t let me please him.” I already told her about it and she was surprised.

“Shola,” I said, reminding her of his name, I switched the phone to my other ear.

“Yes, I'm cooking for both of them. A way to say thank you for taking care of me. I don’t have much else to offer.”

“Sweetheart, you have plenty to offer,” she said.
“Yeah? Like what?”

“For a start, you could always f*ck them both,” she said jokingly, causing me to nearly drop the egg I was about to crack.

“Comfort,” I admonished, and when I noticed my voice has risen, I returned it to a whisper. I looked around to make sure the men weren’t near. “They are best friends.”

“So…?” she trailed off.
“It’s completely out of it my dear. It’s not normal.”

The thought of being with two men was inconceivable. Not only that, but someone would definitely label me as a LovePeddler for going after two men. Two men who were best friends, practically brothers.

“Oh, come on, since when have you been worried about other people’s opinions? Besides, I know you still feel something for Shola. He probably feels the same way based on how he was treating you while you were sick.”

“Keywords, while I was sick. Comfort, I have not seen or heard from him afterward. He’s like a ghost in his own home, and I feel like that’s partially my fault,” the words I spoke were true.

Shola was hardly at home and when he was, he never seemed to leave his room or the gym downstairs.

“Meanwhile, I noticed the way he looked at me when he caught Abbey and I in the pool that day. He was repulsed by me.” I told her.

“Well, I’m sure he’s changed his mind about you since then. And if he does feel disgusted, then Bleep him. He doesn’t know about your marriage and what bullshit you have to put up with. It'd be his loss, sweety. On the bright side, you have his best friend to knock boots with.”

My body vibrated with laughter at her abrupt change. This is why I’m glad to have met this wonderful woman I call my best friend. I have no idea what I’d be doing if I didn’t have her in my life. She was my rock. The sister I never had and always wanted. Fate did me a favor by setting us to be friends for life.

“But,” she started. “I'd say he does think differently and the fine man you have around was okay with sharing, would you go for it?”

“Comfort….”

“Come on, Mary. If the world didn’t care about polygamous relations if you weren’t a married woman, and if the two men were fine with sharing, would you have sex with both of them?”

My foot tapped against the marble floor, thinking over the question. Would I do something so unorthodox? Give in to a fantasy I’ve tried to not think of? Such a small question loaded with what-ifs.
The repercussions of having both men at the same time. But it was just fantasy land, so there wouldn’t be any consequences to have. Just lustful sex with two handsome men.

“Yes.” Though embarrassed, my response was honest. Yes, I would do it if there weren’t any consequences to face, and the men were ok with it. Maybe just for a night, I'm not sure.

“But it doesn’t matter. Besides, Abbey and I haven’t gone all the way. He doesn’t know about my problem.”

Comfort groaned. “Mary, you don’t have a sex problem.”

“Yea, I do. You know I have never been able to orgasm during penetration except that one time.”

“Yeah. The time you were thinking of the man that’s currently giving you head every day when you were having sex with your husband. I remember, I’m sure this time will be different since he’ll cater to your needs, unlike your husband,” she said, and I sighed.

“Look, if you’re really concerned about it, just tell him. The worst he can say is that he can’t make you reach orgasm during penetrative sex,” said Comfort.

“Comfort, you’re silly,” I snickered.

Finally finishing breakfast, I began putting the food on the plates. “I just don’t want him to be turned off by it or think something is wrong with me,” I told her, finishing the plates.
Deciding they looked full enough for two big men, I was about to turn around until I felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind and the scent of vanilla invaded my nose.

This man has a habit of sneaking on me.

“Why would I think something is wrong with you, darling?”

Oh God, he heard part of the conversation. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I focused on the way his light stubble rubbed against my cheek. As he had his head hidden in the crook of my neck while he hugged me from behind.
Briefly, I could hear Comfort's voice on the phone which shook me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll call you back later,” I told her and hung up. I heard her squeal a little before the phone signaled call ended.
Placing the phone on the counter, I turned around in Abbey's arms. The second I did, he gave me a light peck on my forehead.

Goodness, this man was a literal dream.

“Mary?” he called and I hummed in response, somewhat avoiding eye contact.
My mind knew it was childish, but he made me so nervous. “Will you tell me why I would think something is wrong with you?”

“Um, maybe later,” I tried to dip out of his hold, but he held onto me tighter, not letting me escape.

“I made breakfast,” I offered, and he looked behind me, taking in the food, then his gaze softened when he looked back down at me.

“It looks delicious, but…”
“Is Shola still here?” I interrupted.

“Yes, he..”
“Great,” this time I effectively ducked underneath his arms and grabbed the plates. I knew he was going to ask the same question again, but I wanted to steer away from it. The idea of telling him what I fear if or when we took the next step was frightening.
Well, more embarrassing too as I was somewhat broken.

Heading to the dining room with plates, I quickly sat the food down, placing it in spots I thought they would like to sit. I stood back and looked at the table before changing where the plates were. Much better there, I turned around again, bumping into a solid chest. Glancing up, I saw that it was Abbey I had walked into. He stood with his hands in the pocket, eyes showing concern, and murmured.

“Talk to me, Mary.”

“It's not exactly bad, Abbey,” I told him, realizing he must be thinking of something horrible.

“Can we please talk about it later?” I begged him.

I just wanted an excellent breakfast before I messed up a good day. Like I always do. Comfort had made me say shit.

“Do you promise?” he asked me. “Or will I have to tickle it out of you?” with a grin he captured me in his arms and dug his hands into my sides effectively tickling me and causing a laugh to bubble up.

“Yes, yes! I promise Abbey.” But he didn’t let up. My cackles filled the air in the large apartment. My body wiggled, trying to escape from Abbey's clutch but failed tremendously.

“Please, you win! You win!” I screamed as he chuckled at me.

Finally, having mercy on me, I panted heavily, exhausted until his lips met mine in a heated kiss. His breath smelled of mint, telling me he had brushed his teeth beforehand. It wasn’t until a throat cleared moments later that we broke apart, both glancing at the person who interrupted. There stood Shola, dressed in casual clothes, looking at us a few feet away from Abbey's hands as if we hadn’t just been caught in the act.

“Um, hi Shola, I…I made breakfast,” when he still didn’t speak, I shuffled a little out of nervousness.

“It’s a way to say…”

“I'm good,” he cut me off, causing the slight smile I had on my face to tilt downwards. His dark eyes glanced between me and Abbey with a look I wasn’t sure of.

He swallowed harshly before speaking, “ I lost my appetite. I’ll see you.” With that, he headed to the front door. It wasn’t until I jumped from the door, slamming behind him, I turned to glance up at Abbey.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked him, hesitantly. I felt a little sour about what just happened. Perhaps Abbey and I should not have been fooling around.
Abbey gently grabbed my hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss.

“Of course not. Shola just has a stick shoved up his ass,” he said jokingly. Though I tried to smile, I felt bad about what went down. Maybe staying here was a mistake. It was obvious Shola wasn't comfortable seeing us together.

“Come on, I’m ready to eat what you made. My stomach has been rumbling nonstop.” I giggled and we proceeded to have breakfast without Shola.

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Part 3

Episode 29

~ Mary's POV ~

Abbey reached for me, then placed his hands on both sides of my face as he leaned down, connecting our lips. I was loving the way his lips pressed against mine, sweetly. His tongue slipped inside, seeking mine, and entangling with each other.

There were no other thoughts on my mind except the man before me. The smell of vanilla infiltrated my nostrils as he kissed me deeply. Our bodies sticking so close, there wasn’t a gap between us. As we breathed heavily in the quiet room except for the noises that escaped us.

Removing one hand from my face, I felt it trail down my body, stopping at my waist before trailing lower to grip my ass. Suddenly, he lifted me in his arms, causing my legs to wrap around him. I let out a gasp which he swallowed quickly, continuing to kiss me as he carried me, walking toward the bed.

Upon reaching it, he placed me down, separating himself from me. I lay down, looking up at him, wondering what his next move would be. I wasn’t used to the nervousness I felt when it came to being intimate. Having only ever been with one man and offering my body now to someone else was nerve-wracking. He reached for the light on the end table and I panicked.

Though the room wasn’t too dark for us to see each other, I didn’t want the room to be lit up. Although Abbey had been in a bathing suit, it was too dark enough to see all of me. Plus the water did well in hiding a body I was self-conscious about.

My husband was different, we had been together for years. Even though he made awful comments about me, but with Abbey, I didn’t want him to think I was unattractive neither did I want him to see the tiny scar below my belly.
I sat up quickly, reaching to stop him.

“Wait,” I rushed out the word. He paused, staring at me in confusion.

“Do you mind if we keep the light low like this?”

I could tell he wanted to ask why but seemed to stop himself from doing so. His eyes softened as he looked at me. Before pushing me back slightly so my back was on the bed again. He hovered above me with his arms on each side of my head. This time, he leaned down, giving me a sensual kiss, so gently. It was sickeningly sweet as he made love to my mouth.

Then he moved away from my lips, pecking me along my face, not missing an inch. When he pulled away, our eyes met in the smoldering heat. It was so intense, the way I saw him eye me as if penetrating my soul. I wasn’t sure how he could have such an effect on me, but I love it. Until I remembered to ask him something important.

“Are you…okay?” I asked quietly. Despite the awkwardness I was sure would arise, he chuckled softly.

“Yes, Mary. I haven’t had sex since we met.” He admitted, causing my jaw to drop.

It’s been months. Not wanting to compare, but even my husband wouldn’t be able to last that long without sex. He'd always say men have needs. Seeing the stunned look on my face, he laughed, pecking my lips.

“Does that surprise you?”

“Uh yeah. I mean you’re you,” when he asked me to elaborate. “You are very attractive, Abbey. I’m sure you’d be able to get with any woman.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t want just any woman. I want you.”

My heart stuttered at his admission. It’s always been you.

I didn’t know how to respond to that, but I didn’t need to. Abbey stole my lips again, fervently kissing me. I was thinking too much. I knew I was. Abbey has been honest with me since we met.

Although I trusted him, my insecurities had a way of making me doubt him. At times I had a hard time believing he was attracted to me.

“And you, Mary?”

“Huh?” I blinked up at him when he separated our lips.

“Are you okay?” His tone was teasing with a tone of seriousness in his voice. He went back to kissing me, except he had moved lower to kiss my neck.

“Oh, yeah,” I knew that for a fact. Having secretly gone to check after the last time John and I had sex. Since he first stepped out of our marriage, I have been visiting doctors more often, just in case.

After getting the Ok from me, he continued kissing my skin. He flicked his tongue out before sucking my exposed skin. I sighed, arching as he marked his hipping at me as he trailed lower down my body, reaching my covered breasts. He moved the towel down, exposing them to his eyes. A sigh escaped me as he placed one of my nipples in his mouth, using his hand to knead at my other breast. While the other held onto my waist, drawing circles.

My thoughts washed away as he pleased me, teasing me as he switched between my breasts, making me want more. By this time, my lower lips were wet and aching. I needed him.
With a whine on my lips, I told him.

“Abbey…,”

I was cut off at the feel of his hand reaching down towards my parted legs. Bunching the towel at my hips, he brought his hand down, brushing against my lap, toying with me. I lifted my hips for more. His chuckle rang out after he released my nipples from his mouth, glancing up at me.

“You're naughty,” he teased in Yoruba.

Oh God, hearing him speak in Yoruba had my life lips twitch. His accent turned me on more which I was sure he felt as his fingers brushed against my opening again.

“Please,” I begged. I wanted him to touch me more. I needed him to.

Thinking he had caught the hint when he moved his hand to push open my thighs more, his head lowered to my chest. I was confused at first, wondering what he was doing when he started peppering kisses, but when he skipped over where the towel sat on my hips, hiding the scar I had. I’d be lying if I say I didn’t gush in excitement.

Placing one last kiss on my thigh, his stubble tickling me as he glanced up at me once before leaning down. I watched him through hooded eyes, feeling his breath fan across my exposed p*ssy. A beat paused before I felt his tongue lick in one slow swipe across my P. Then another and another.

“So pretty,” he groaned before he returned to lap me. Taking his time before he pushed his wet tongue inside of me. I threw my head back, clutching at the pillow above me. His tongue doing all sorts of strokes, then as if to say “f*ck it.”
He ate me out wantonly. His skillful mouth sucked on my clit while I moaned in pleasure, tongue f*cking me, slurping at my juices that left out my cunt. It was hot, so damn sexy. Hearing the wet noises of my P and the low groans coming from him. My belt tightened in response. It felt so good!

Quickly, I could feel myself about to reach my peak. He hadn’t even spent more than five minutes down there before I was ready to cum.
However, it couldn’t be helped. I haven’t felt this intense feeling when being intimate.

“Ah, I’m going to…” My stomach clenched, my hips rising. Abbey placed a hand on my hip to prevent me from moving, pressing ever so slightly right above my navel. The final push to make my body rest. My toes curled in ecstasy as I achieved what I had been craving for the past few days. A downright dirty orgasm that ripped through my body. Not stopping as I pecked over.

Abbey began to eat me in freezing, slurping lazily from my slopping wet P. Unintentionally, but too fast in between my thighs to grab into his silk hair. Pushing his head deeper into my cunt, rolling my hips, and damn near riding his face. Not a minute more, I moaned louder, arching my back as I came again.

I've never had two orgasms back to back. And based on the way he held me and yet to get off, even as I untangled my hands from my hair, he was going to keep going, but my body was already buzzing with sensitivity. I wasn’t sure if I could cum again. My breasts heaved at each inhale and exhale I took, breathing heavily as I tried to catch my breath, but Abbey didn’t stop once.

“Abbey,” I whimpered. His eyes glanced up from my p*ssy to lock eyes with me. His eyes gleamed with pure lust. The look shot straight to my core, feeling more of my essence slip out. He moved his head back, unlatching his lips and replacing them with his fingers.

“You look so sexy when you cum,” he paused, inserting a single finger inside. “Will you let me see that look on your face again?”

“Oh, God.” I nearly wept as he worked me with his finger before adding another. How was this man so skillful?

“Pretty Mary,” he slowed down his pace, keeping his gaze locked on mine, awaiting an answer and grinning.

“Yes, yes!” I nodded enthusiastically.

Not an ounce of shame in my being since I craved another release.
After I answered, he brought his hand down to my P. His tongue resumed working on me like magic as his fingers joined the fun; flicking, nipping, and sucking at my sensitive bundle of nerves. I was panting, moaning under him as he pleasured me in ways I’d never been pleasured before. My thighs quivered, teetering on the edge of release, but I needed one more push.

“Cum for me, Mary.”

His rough voice, laced with his accent, had me cum hard, losing myself at the moment as my eyes rolled back. Gripping the sheets underneath me while Abbey devoured me.

Afterward, I lay there panting in exhaustion, my body pushed to its limit, not used to coming so many times in a row. Abbey moved up my body as his finger stroked me. He leaned over me, then dipped his head down before connecting our lips. I could taste myself on his tongue as we swapped spit. I was convinced Abbey was a different breed.

Although I was overworked with sweat littering my body, I prepared it for an orgasm that was sure to come as he stroked me gaining momentum. I pulled away from his lips, moaning. His thumb swiped over my clit, once twice, and then I crested. My mouth dropped open in a silent scream, stars littering my vision once I came again.

“Beautiful Mary,” he said, not once and removing his eyes from my face.

Too lost in my high, I didn’t notice Abbey had left until I felt him pry my thighs open. I didn’t even remember closing them in the first place.
Next, I felt a cool rag wiping me down, getting rid of any traces left of my arousal. For the next few minutes, he took care of me and it felt nice.

No one has catered to me like this before. When he had finished, he left the bed again before returning. Though I was on the brink of falling asleep, I called out to him. I didn’t think it was fair that he had me cum so many times, but he hadn’t.

My vision was a little hazy, but from a close distance, I could see his bulge through his trousers. I tried to sit up, but he gently laid me back down.

“I can take care of you, too,” I told him, wanting to reciprocate. Though my eyes dropped low. I fought the sleep that wanted to claim me, seeing him smile at me.

“Tonight was for you, pretty.” He told me, tucking me into the covers. I attempted to protest, but he shook his head. “I’m okay, Mary. Stop fighting your sleep.”

Although his large bulge told me a different story, I listened to him. I really was tired after coming that much. Still, I grabbed onto his hand, pulling him toward me.

“Stay with me,” I asked him, not wanting him to leave. He slipped inside the covers and we faced each other, cuddling close, he wrapped his arms around me, tucking me into his side.

He leaned his head down slightly, laying a sweet kiss against my temple.

“Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, Abbey,” I yawned, my eyes fluttered close, sleep taking hold of me.

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Part 3

(Episode 27)

~ Mary's POV ~

“John!” I banged my fists against the front door, screaming out my husband’s name as I pleaded with him. “Please, let me in! I'm sorry!”

The volume of the television in our house became so loud as if to block out my pleas. Why won’t he come? Is that he doesn’t love me? I knocked harder until my knuckles started to crack while my heart beat faster inside of my chest and the rain-drenched my entire being. I was freezing and felt hardened like ice as I tried to get to the place I called home.

“Please!” I sobbed as the surrounding darkness closed in. Anxiousness and fear settled deep inside of me, causing a panic that I haven’t felt in such a long time to surface.

“No, no! John, please! I can’t be alone, it’s dark! Don’t leave me out here.
Becoming desperate, I screamed and screamed until my voice went raw. My cries turned into listeria. I can’t, I can’t. John please, I'm sorry. Don’t leave me! I don’t want to be alone again!

Suddenly, I woke up with a shout, my eyes popping open as sheer terror encased my body. My vision was blurry and my body felt heavy when I tried to move. I blinked a few times and heard someone speaking above me despite the ringing in my ears. I fought to regain control of myself. It was obvious I had been dreaming.

Yet, it seemed my body and mind no longer cared what I thought. I was wheezing for breath, wanting to clutch at my chest as it began to hurt. It was too much. Through my panic, I knew what was happening, but I couldn’t stop it.

The voice spoke again, not getting any closer as the suffocation set in. My body felt so heavy that I couldn’t move. I didn’t know where I was, and it scared me. I wanted to cry again, but my eyes were still blurry and burned slightly from the tears, I cried when he forced me out.

Mid panic, I realized something pricked me in my arm. I could feel where, but I didn’t have enough energy to turn my head.

“Mary,” I heard, though it was somewhat muffled. The voice kept talking, but I was fading in and out. I couldn’t make sense of anything. I just wanted the noise to stop. It was too loud, too much and I wanted it gone. Luckily, when I closed my eyes for the final time, it did.

****

The next time I woke up, I felt slightly better. Although, I knew I was still in bad shape since I didn’t feel like myself; my body was hot and a little sweaty. Blinking the sleep away from my eyes, I was glad my vision wasn’t blurry this time. Laying down, the comfortable pillows supported my sore body.
Taking in the sight before me, I realized I was in a large bed, held in an even bigger room. The curtains were thankfully closed, though I could still see small traces of light fitter in, letting me know the sun was up and it wasn’t night or very early in the morning.

Before I could look around more, the sound of the door opening had me looking toward it. Then came a man I wasn’t expecting to see. He was carrying a bowl and a glass of water, humming to himself.

Shola.

It’s been a while since I last saw him when he stalked off, but he still looked the same. He was dressed in a short and a white shirt, and he was yet to see that I was awake. Seeing him already told me that I had fortunately made it to his and Abbey’s place. Everything was looking hazy. I just remembered walking for a long time. My memory wasn’t doing a good job of remembering what happened after John left me outside. I focused on Shola again, removing John from my thoughts.

Though I didn’t feel negatively toward Shola, I didn’t want things to be awkward. Before he saw me wide awake, I decided to close my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Childish, I know, but I was embarrassed enough that I stayed up here in bad shape.

I heard him approach the bed while I fought to keep my breath even. Oddly enough, when he reached me, I didn’t feel uncomfortable in his presence. He brought his hand down to my forehead, checking if was heating up, I assumed.

A moment passed, and I heard the sound of water dripping. Next, I felt the cool press of cloth did a good job of bringing down the heat I was experiencing.
Next, I felt him use another cloth on me to wipe my face, neck, and my arms that were bare. His touch was gentle throughout as he took care of me. I wasn’t sure how to feel other than grateful.

Minutes later, I hadn’t realized I was actually falling asleep until I heard his footsteps stop at the end of the bed. The covers shifted before I felt the cool air in my feet. Suddenly, the feel of Shola's cool hands on my skin had me tense slightly. I heard the sound of a cap being opened and then I felt a cream-like substance on the bottom of my left foot.

Soon enough, he began to rub the cream, massaging my entire foot. I wasn’t able to keep track of the time he started or when he stopped. I just knew that I was a goner as he kneaded my feet, going back and forth between them. Not having realized how sore they were until this moment.

Unknowingly, a sigh escaped my lips while he took care of me. I was on the edge of sleep when he stopped, but I was too far gone to think of protesting.
As my mind finally decided to rest again, I heard a whisper in my ear. “Sweet dreams, Mary.” His voice was soft in the quiet room, giving my mind the given light to rest.

Moments later...

“Mary,” a dreamlike voice entered my ears, sounding far away as my brain fixed itself to wake up. Though my body protested being woken up. However, it didn’t seem like it would have much of a choice as my name was called again. This time, sounding much clearer as I awoke.

My eyes opened, fluttering as I pushed my tiredness away. When I was able to focus, I saw Abbey hovering over me, wearing a small smile. My heart leaped at seeing him standing before me, and wearing a thin smile as he gazed down at me. With a dry and scratchy voice, I called to him, “Abbey.” Although my body felt heavy, I lifted my arm to seek him out. He placed my hand in his, bringing it to his lips, and kissing my knuckles softly.

“I’m sorry to wake you up but you have to eat something.” He placed my hand down. “Hope you don’t mind if I help you sit up?”

I shook my head.

Springing into action, he sat me up as gently as he could. I felt my body protest somewhat before a cough emptied from me. I did my best to cover it with my weak arms, not wanting to get him sick or think I was gross.

However, it didn’t seem like he minded as he kept a small smile on his face. He reached over to the side table and grabbed a glass of water that held a straw in it, lifting it to my mouth, so I could have some. I opened my mouth sipping the refreshing water as it healed my throat.

Nodding to him, I signaled I was done, and he put it back where it was.
“Thank you,” I said, he nodded with a smile.

Next, he reached over for a small bowl that was sitting on a food tray. Bringing it over, I looked inside and saw that it was soup; pepper soup. He used the spoon to gather some before lifting it to me.

“I can do it myself. You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” he interrupted, leaving no room for me to protest.

He moved the spoon toward me more and I gratefully ate it. It wasn’t too hot or cold.
For the next few minutes, Abbey spoon-fed me, making sure I was able to swallow it properly. And waiting patiently if I coughed in between bites. Abbey was so caring the way he went about it.

When I finished, he set the bowl back into the food tray and gave me some more water. He was so sweet.

As for Shola, who I needed to make sure to thank later. Though I wasn’t sure how I'd approach the subject since I had pretended to be asleep earlier. Shola's action surprised me. We had met a few times, the last ending badly, so I thought he disliked me. Yet he took care of me.

Why would he do that? I looked toward Abbey again, needing to say something, but he beat me to it and looked me over with concern.

“Mary, I need to ask you something,” he sighed deeply, looking into my eyes. “The other night did anyone touch you in any way? Do you need to see the police?

At first, I wasn’t sure what he was hinting at, if only he knew my husband himself was a policeman too, but when I understood his question, I shook my head.

“No. No, nothing like that,” I told him honestly.
Though my memory was still out of sorts, no one had touched me after John locked me out.

“Ok. Do you mind if I ask what happened?” I averted my gaze from him, looking down at my hands.

“Why were you out there in the rain?”

Honestly, I didn’t want to tell Abbey what happened. It was embarrassing; humiliating. A wife admitting to another man that her husband had thrown her out of their home. Listening as she begged for forgiveness and to be saved from the darkness. Darkness she didn’t felt since she had first left the orphanage.

How could he do that to me? Yes, I mistakenly hit him in anger, but I was sorry. He knew how I felt about being alone. John knew my fears and he used that against me.

Did he even care to look for me?

Without realizing it, a lonely tear trailed down my cheek which I swiped away angrily. I was so sick of crying, of feeling helpless, used, and abused by a man I loved. After all he did to me. I should be fighting back, but I just felt tired. So damn exhausted.

“Mary?” Abbey spoke, worry leaking into his voice. I felt guilty for the trouble I’ve caused him. He saved me, and now he’s taking care of me. I hadn’t meant to impose myself on him, but since my friend, Comfort was still in Abuja, I had no one else to turn to.

“I’m sorry for troubling you,” I mumbled. “I just need a few days until my friend gets back from her trip.”

“There’s no problem,” Abbey replied.

“I can pay when I find a way to get my stuff,” I said but he cut me off.

Using his hand to tilt my head but stared down at my hands. His hold held firm when I tried to move away from him. His eyes held a seriousness I’ve not seen before.

“You won’t pay me a dime, Mary.” His eyes didn’t waver from mine. “And what do you mean, you have to find a way to get your things? What’s going on?

My eyes welled up with tears at the memory of what happened. With a heavy heart, I told him what had occurred at home, down to the last detail.

“He threw me out,” I cried.
“As if I was a piece of trash that needed to be dumped. Maybe I deserve it for hitting him.”

Abbey shook his head at me, his eyes holding anger.

“He called you a LovePeddler. He deserves the worse. He must be feeling better he threw a woman out. Wait until I get my hands on him…,” Abbey said, and other things he added in Yoruba which I really didn’t understand.

“What did you say?” I asked, not understanding other things he said, but wanting to know.

Clearing his throat, he answered, “I said you can stay here as long you like.”

“Oh no! I don’t want to be a burden. I just need a few days until…” He pressed a finger to my lips, cutting me off.

“You could never be a burden to me,” he deadpanned and looked directly into my eyes so I would see the sincerity in his gaze. “Get that notion out of your mind, Mary. Ok?”

I nodded, and he shot me a disapproving look.
“Yes, Abbey,” I sighed.

He kissed my forehead sweetly, then kissed me on my nose before laying a few more pecks around my face, causing me to giggle.

“Ok, stop, before you catch my cold,” I laughed while he grinned down at me.

“Fever.”

“Huh?” I asked him.

“The doctor I brought over said you have a fever.”

“Oh! That’s expected after being in the cold rain for hours and walking barefoot.

Abbey gave me another kiss on my cheek this time.

“Now, let me do my job and help you get better.”

To be continued…
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Part 2 (Episode 26)


~ Abbey’s POV ~

My phone rang in my head, causing me to wake from sleep. It was loud and irritating as I blindly reached for it in the dark. I was sad that I didn’t put it on silent last night, I grabbed it before opening one eye to see who was calling me. It was an unsaved number. I pressed decline and then looked at the time. It was a few minutes after 2 in the morning. I yawned while I put the phone on silent and placed it back on the table beside my bed.

Then I quickly got comfortable, closing my eyes. Not even a second later, the phone buzzed, making noise as it vibrated on the end table.

Without opening my eye, I ended the call and turned over. However, to my annoyance, it started to ring again. I groaned, turning back over to the phone, opening my eyes this time as I gripped it in my hand. It was the same number. I hung up again. This time, seeing my notifications pop up on my screen.

Not only did I see that number through my notifications, but it seemed whoever this person was had been calling me for a long time.
What the Bleep? By this ungodly hour. I didn’t have time to question it before my phone started to ring again.

Wanting to know who it was, I accepted the call, holding the phone to my ear.

“Who is this?” my voice rumbled with drowsiness.

“Abbey..."

I paused, blinking away my sleepiness, thinking I may have heard the wrong voice on my line.

“Mary?”

Why was she calling this early?

“I'm so sorry for calling you at this time, but I had no one else to call.”

I sat up at the sound of her voice. Traces of my sleep left me as my body became alarmed. She sounded panicked. She said, “I don’t have anywhere else to go.” I instantly got up from the bed, making sure the phone didn’t slip from my hand.

“Where are you?” I tried to keep myself calm as I quickly went to my closet to put on a pair of trousers and grabbed my shoes. Not bothering to put on my shirt as I hobbled to put my shoes on quickly.

“I-I-I don’t know,” her teeth chattered and my heart began to pound more.

“I’ve been walking for so long. I'm so scared.”

Outside? I grabbed an extra jacket for her and then ran out of the bedroom.

Though I was panicking over her well-being. I needed her to tell me where she was. Somehow, I had to calm her down.

“Mary, I'm on my way to come to pick you up, but I need you to look around and see if you can spot anything familiar. See if there are any signposts, I mean anything.” She didn’t say anything rather than sobbing on the other end. I told her again to look around and see where she was.

“Once you do, I’ll be there as soon as possible, ok? I promise.”

When I ran down the stairs, I saw Shola coming in through the front door. He must've been coming back from another night out. He gave me a confused stare as I went to find my keys. Shola knew I’m never up at two in the morning even if it involves work. So something must be wrong.

“Yes, I can look,” Mary said over the phone quietly, her voice shaking.
“Um, I'm close to a bus stop and…”

She started to tell me where she was. Shola came to me in concern, noticing I was in a panic. I put the phone on speaker and then muted myself.

“What's going on?”

“I need to get to Mary.” I looked under the couch to find my car keys.

I stood up with the extra jacket in my hand. I still listened to Mary as she spoke on the phone.

“Is she alright?” Sheila asked.

Though Shola was upset, Mary was the woman he had felt a connection with. He didn’t want to admit that he still liked her, and wanted her. I knew him so well, so I wasn’t surprised to see him show concern. It was a twist of fate how we met the same sweet woman.

But I was too unsettled by the prospect of her being alone and in danger right now. I didn’t have time to talk to him.

“I will find out when I get to her. I have to go.”

Rushing out of the apartment, I didn’t stick around waiting for a response.

***

I was positively certain I broke a few traffic laws but I didn’t care. If an officer wanted to chance me, then I would accept the consequences. Especially since the call had been cut due to her using a person's phone. She literally had nothing with her, not even her phone.

Luckily, she was able to give me a street name before the call went off.
Although the GPS indicated I would arrive in a few minutes, it felt like hours.

What if she was injured? What if someone harmed her? Or they did harm her? So many questions were burned into my brain as I turned a thirty-minute drive into half that time.

A few minutes later, I arrived on the street she said she was on. It was dark, causing me to use my high beams as I slowed the car, searching for her.
I went down the street and I didn’t see her.

Please, be safe, I repeated in my head. Dread filled my entire being the more I continued to look, but couldn’t spot her. Until I came across a bus stop with her huddled under it to protect her from the rain.

Pulling to the curb, I hopped out as fast as I could, rushing to her. She was startled, as though she didn’t see me at first. Or didn’t believe that I had really come for her.
Clothed in a dress that now clung to her form, Mary looked so small, tiny, and vulnerable. I noticed she didn’t even have shoes on. She was shivering so badly with her arms across her chest, I feared she’d need to go to the hospital.

What the hell happened to her?

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” I asked as I place the jacket on her. Checking over her body for any type of harm, I pulled her into my arms, not minding that I was getting wet. I examined her from head to toe as fast as I could.

“No, no, I'm just cold,” her voice was hardly more than a whisper when she spoke. Her voice cracked as she stared tearfully up at me. Her brown eyes seemed so wounded and hurt.

How long has she been out here?

“Let's get you to the car. I’m taking you in my car, ok?”

Any other time I would have waited for an answer, but I was worried she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up any longer. I bent low, placing one hand under her knees and the other behind her back. I made sure the jacket was on her correctly, before hurrying to the car. Placing her in, I put on her seatbelt and went to the driver's side.

Soon as I got in, I cranked up the heat. Mary needed to get warm as soon as possible. Truly, I was worried for her as I drove home. The sound of her crying made me physically ache, wanting to make her happy. But in the state she was in then, I wasn’t sure how that would be possible.

Mary looked impossibly frail and distraught, causing a million questions to appear in my mind. Though I knew she wasn’t in the right state to answer. I’d wait patiently, but I had this gut feeling that something had gone wrong.

The drive to my place didn’t take as long as it did to get to her. Maybe because I knew she was safe now. Glancing over at her now, I saw she was still asleep, her head laying on the windscreen. Her tears coupled with exhaustion knocked her out.

Nevertheless, I could tell her sleep was far from restful. Her brows were furrowed, while her lips wore a permanent frown. Even her breaths were shaky as she dreamt. My forehead creased in worry before I focused on driving and parking the car in the garage.

After parking, it took me a few minutes more to get Mary out of the car without waking her up. I held her in my arms as I went upstairs. Her clothing was still soaked along with the jacket she had on now.
There wasn’t a spot where water wasn’t on her body. The heat from the car not having a major effect on her.

Damn!

As I gazed down at her, I felt horrible. If only I had woken up to the first call she made for me. What if I hadn’t answered on the last ring? What if I had turned off my cell phone completely? So many what–ifs. Something could have happened to this magnificent woman.

Her dress had been completely soaked showing her body through it. Someone could have seen her this way and taken advantage of her. It didn’t help that when I was getting her out of the car. I noticed she had some bruises on her feet. I recalled she said she had been walking for a long time. I held onto her a little higher, hugging her to my chest.

Who the f*ck did this to her?

After unlocking the door and stepping through. I saw Shola in the living room. Once he saw me, his eyes went zeroed in on the woman in my arms. Concern flared in his eyes as he scanned her over.

“What really happened…?”

I shushed him to lower his tone. I didn’t want him to wake her up.

“I need your help,” I said.

He swallowed harshly, glancing down at her tiny figure in my arms before nodding.

Presumably, walking away to get the med kit we kept. I noticed him looking down at her feet. I looked down at the woman in my arms, knowing that whatever the hell happened to her, she didn’t deserve it.

I kissed her forehead, and I muttered under my breath, “It’s okay Mary, I've got you."

To be continued
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(Part 2) Episode 25

~ Mary's POV ~

Rain pattered against the kitchen window as I washed the dishes. The dim sound of John watching TV in the background accompanied the noise. An occasional laugh bubbled out of him as he watched a movie. The two of us had recently finished dinner, and I was doing my chores; cleaning the table, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, doing this and that, and so on.

Usually, when I did my normal routine, I would do it with swiftness without my hand in the clouds.
Now, all I could think about was Abbey, sweet Abbey.
It’s been a week since his family hangout and our conversation in his car. We haven’t had much time to get together. We were both busy with work and I couldn’t find the right time to leave the house. Mainly because John has been home this past week. I heard him let out another boisterous laugh in the living room.

With a tired sigh, I finished the last dish and moved on to clean the counters. I was still at odds with myself for cheating on John. I truly loved him, but recently he hasn’t been the man I fell for. No, not true. John hasn’t been the man I fell in love with for a long time.

Although I told Abbey that I wanted us to see how things go, I felt uneasy. Affairs never work out for the better. Someone or maybe all of us, was bound to get hurt. The thought made me become riddled with anxiety. And what if John found out? A cold feeling wrapped around me thinking about it.

What would he do or say? He has quite the temper. Then again, it wasn’t as if he loved me as much as I loved him. He probably wouldn’t care. If I had these thoughts months ago, my heart would have succumbed
.
Now, the ache feels dull in comparison. As if I was losing feelings for my husband. Even now, I can’t be sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

“Mary.” My head shot up from where it was looking at the floor while I swept.

Did John just call me? He hasn’t spoken to me in so long.

“Mary,” he called again and I looked over to the living room. He sat on the couch with his dark eyes on me, one arm on the top of the couch, the other holding beer.

“Yes?” I asked hesitantly.

He gestured with his hand, “Come here.”

My brows narrowed in confusion at him before I moved to put the broom away. Then I made my way toward him, his eyes on me the entire time. When I reached him, I stood in front of him, blocking the TV.

“What’s it?” He patted the seat next to him after my question.

“Sit with me,” he paused when he saw I didn’t move.

“Please.”

John never says “Please.”

Deciding to go along with whatever he was doing, I sat beside him. Once I did, he placed an arm around my shoulder and drew me nearer. I sat with my legs crossed since I was wearing a loose dress for the second time this week.

He took a sip of his beer, returning his attention to the TV together.

Like we used to, and when he placed his beer down on the end table, it felt like the old days, me, wishing to never leave my husband’s side, wanting to keep him happy. While he did what he was doing now which was hiking his hand up my dress.

Unlike the previous times during our marriage, I swatted his hand away.

“What are you doing?” I asked him calmly. He leaned into me and I backed away as he did so. He stopped moving toward me as a frown came across his face.

“I was trying to have fun with my wife,” his voice carried a hint of invitation.

Could he be serious?

There have been a few times when I’ve rarely gotten mad at John. Few, as in I could count them on my fingers since we never had fights until the past two years. This was another fight, at least, it was to me.

“You haven’t spoken to me in months, John,” I began, trying to remain calm even as I felt my anger rising.

“You've blatantly ignored me, and hurt my feelings, and now you expect us to have sex? Are you out of your mind?”

“Mary,” he called me.

I stood up from the couch, wanting to get away from him.

“Don’t Mary me, John. I’m your wife, not someone you have your way with! I’m the woman you make love to!” my voice rose, and he stood up, towering over me. Anger in his eyes as he looked down at me, scoffing.

“Mary, what’s wrong with you? Huh? You’re the one who started all this! You didn’t want to start a family..”

“Yes, and I have my reasons for not wanting to have a child right now. If you would have just talked to me instead of being immature, you would know!”

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me, Mary?” His voice lowered.

Silence.

“It’s bad enough you’ve been going out with Comfort.

“Comfort?” I interrupted, flabbergasted. “What does this have to do with her? She’s my best friend.”

“You’re hardly home!” he yelled. “She keeps you out so you don’t come here! You know she hates me, yet you continue to be friends with her. I'm your husband, Mary! You come home whenever you like and soon as I ask for our monthly sex, you push me away?!”

Monthly?

“The last time we had sex, you hurt my feelings, John. You made me feel unappreciated and unloved!”

He shook his head, almost as if he were denying it.

“And how are you mad at me for having fun? I barely go out anymore. You are angry because Comfort makes me feel better by convincing me to leave the house? To do something with my life for a change?!”

“No,” he walked closer to me. He leaned down, so he was able to speak directly in my ear.

“I’m mad because she's turning you back into the LovePeddler you were in college.”

I don’t remember doing it. The only realization that I did is when I felt a stinging sensation in the palm of my hand.

The silence rang loud in the room as I realized. I put my hands on him. My heart started reading a mile a minute when he slowly turned his head back on me. His gaze was hard and somewhat menacing. I hadn’t realized how scared I was until he moved toward me and I took a step back. He continued to follow me until my back bumped into a wall.

“Get out.” He said slowly, the smell of beer clinging to his mouth.

Through my shock, I muttered, “What?” I looked at him with wide eyes. I’ve never physically touched John in such a way. He struck a cord in me, but I didn’t mean to.

Hitting one's partner was wrong but how could he say that to me? Knowing that he was my first… my everything.

“Leave.” He said.

“Get lost!” he shouted, making me flinch.

“John, I'm sorr—”

Not giving me a chance to apologize, he grabbed my arm in his grasp and started to drag me out of the living room. His grip tightened when I tried to escape his clutch.

“John, stop!” I cried out, tears starting to stream down my face. Yet he ignored me as he dragged me through the house. It wasn’t until he was at the front door did I see how serious he was.

“I gave you everything! Your car! Connection, mention it! I gave you everything! But since you don’t want to act as a wife, you can go!” he seethed.

Opening the door, he hurled me out while I cried, begging him not to do this. He pushed me out while I landed on the ground. I was just wearing nothing but the loose dress I had on, and the rain battered against me.

Soaking my body within seconds, I got to my feet as quickly as I could, but by the time I got up, he slammed the door shut. Immediately going to the door handle, I twisted it, but it remained solid. He locked me out.

“John!” I banged on the door as I could, crying as the rain soaked the only clothes I had on.

So, for the next hour, I stood there banging to be let inside my own house like a maniac, sobbing as I called for my husband to let me in. Shivering in the chilly rain as my knocks grew weaker, but I suddenly became quiet when I noticed the light in the house went off.

I was alone in the dark.

To be continued…
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Nice story and like the way Abbey handled shola and I believe he will meet shola later to knowore about the club incident..thanks once more for the update and success in your exams

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Part 2 (Episode 24)


~ Mary's POV ~

Abbey and I were having fun in the pool when suddenly we heard someone call his name from a close range.

“Abbey!” a thick voice called out causing my eyes to flash open. I gasped in shock as I saw a man I recognized standing feet before us. I quickly tried to cover myself while Abbey attempted to help me. But my mouth couldn’t help but as if the person I was seeing was the man I had met twice before.

“Shola?” I spoke, panicked while the man whose skin was as dark as mine stood there just as customized as I was. His eyes widened, looking over at Abbey and I in our swimwear while I was trying to cover my naked breast from his view. I glanced up into Abbey's eyes who seemed shocked to be caught. And to my horror, I noticed that he wasn’t looking at Shola as if he were a stranger. No, he looked at him as if he knew him.

What the hell had I gotten myself into?

I held my breasts up with my arm across my chest as Abbey stood behind me. Shola had his back toward us, so he didn’t see more than he should. Though it was too late for that since he had seen Abbey playing with them moments ago.
I was still dumbfounded that he was here. Shola, out of all the people in the world. How was this possible?

Abbey stepped back from me to give me space, removing the large feel of his bulge away from my behind. I hesitantly began walking towards where the bench was. I covered myself in a towel, shivering.

Abbey looked at me, his eyes portraying how sorry he was for being discovered. I knew it wasn’t his fault. We were outside, but what is the connection between him and Shola?

He leaned in slightly to whisper, “I'm so sorry, Mary. I didn’t expect anyone to…”

“It's ok,” I told him in a lower voice, so Shola wouldn’t hear. I really wasn’t upset with Abbey, truly. We risked getting caught in public. I knew that. The thing is, I didn’t actually think it would happen.

Swallowing my pride and embarrassment away, I spoke up so both he and Shola could hear me.

"How did you know each other?”

“We’re…,”

“Best friends.."

I turned my eyes to Shola, who spoke. Who now had his eyes on Abbey and me.

Though his attention shifted to just me when I nervously ran a hand down my face, my wedding ring glinting in the dark. Once I noticed him focused on it, I quickly brought my hands to my side, shielding my left hand with my right. I saw his stunned eyes flicker as a hardness set in. He clenched his jaw harshly.

“You weren’t wearing that when we met.” He pointed out.

Abbey looked between us two, confused. “You know each other?”

She's the woman from the club,” Shola told him, and Abbey's brows nearly shot up before he schooled his features. Then he chuckled lowly, attempting to hide the small smile appearing on his face. Why was he laughing?

This was not a laughing matter. I was freaking out on the inside. Not only was I cheating, but I was caught cheating by another man whom I…ugh, damn!

“The woman you have been obsessing about?” asked Abbey and I noticed his tone was teasing. I shifted my focus to Shola, who leveled a glare at Abbey.

Obsessed? Surely, he’s joking,g right?

Gripping at his hair, he showed that he was as panicked as I was. My heart was beating fast, not believing that this situation I was in now was real.

“Abbey, she’s married!”

I stood up for myself. Despite my lack of enthusiasm, I wouldn’t let him ignore me. I saw Abbey was about to speak but I beat him to it. “And if you weren’t too busy flirting with me the second time we met, you would've noticed my ring.”

I threw at him and I saw him visibly seethe. Abbey stepped in front of me, shielding me from his view.

“Just go Shola.” His voice was strong, yet low and deep.

Shola tried to protest.

“Abbey….”

“Excuse us. I won’t say it again,” Abbey added.

A minute or two passed before I heard the footsteps of Shola fading away. Once he was completely gone, Abbey faced me. His hardened depression softened when his eyes met mine. “Mary – “

“I want to go home,” I told him and when he tried to reach for me, I sidestepped and walked away.

***

The car ride was silent between us. There was so much I had on my mind, I didn’t know where to begin. After what occurred at the swimming pool, we said our goodbyes to his family. They wished me to stay longer, but I wasn’t in a cheerful mood as I once was before. As we left, there was no trace of Shola anywhere which I was grateful for.

I still can’t believe what happened and my shitty luck. How did I happen to gain interest from two men who are best friends? One who has been the absolute sweetest, most genuine, and most handsome man. And the other who’s been a complete flirt, daring, and downright sexy. The thing both men have in common other than being friends is that they cause my heart to race.

And the air between us filled with electricity, heating me in ways I can’t explain. I shouldn’t be thinking of us, or perhaps them. I was married. I am married.

To a man who doesn’t love me.

I looked down at my ring, tears welling up. This was such a mess. In all honesty, I wasn’t mad that Shola was upset.

He had a right to be, I guess. No, I was mad because he was right. He saw me and Abbey. A married woman and his best friend doing things they shouldn’t. I was a terrible woman. An awful woman for God's sake! I came here and met Abbey's family. As if I was living a fairytale! I was sick!

I wiped at my tears subtly, and a sniff escaped me “Mary?” The sound of Abbey's voice ringing with uncertainty made my ears ring. I was dragging him into my mess making him deal with me—using him to make me happy because my marriage was in shambles. What kind of person does that?

He was too kind to deal with a woman who couldn’t save her marriage. I looked at him, then just as he turned to me, a sob slipped past my lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Abbey.” His eyes widened in a panic as I started crying. I used my hands to cover my face to control myself but failed. I knew I was a pain in the ass, but I felt horrible about myself, and because of the recent events that occurred, I truly felt overwhelmed.

Abruptly, I felt the car pull to the side of the road. Then heard the sound of Abbey's seat belt unleashing. His large hands placed themselves on my own before pulling them away from my face.

“Because you’re worth it.”

I shook my head, denying it. I tried to remove myself from him, but he wouldn’t let me, stopping me with his piercing eyes that I couldn’t get enough of.

“When you laugh, I want you to never stop, your beautiful smile that takes up your entire face makes my heart cease, beating every single time.”

“Abbey…”

Don’t say that! Don’t please!

“The way you get nervous around me, although you try your best not to. I noticed that you tilt your head down at the slightest hint of a compliment. I can tell you secretly love them, though you get embarrassed easily,” he went on.

“The day we met, and you stood up for my brother. Though small, it made me see you in another light. I didn’t want this to happen at first, Mary. I mean being responsible for ending someone’s marriage is awful. I tried to fight against my feelings. But when I saw you again on that stormy night, I knew it was fate. I know it sounds cliché, but I wasn’t able to get you out of my mind for weeks. I was at home, at work, and with my family, wishing and praying that I could see you again. Then it happened, and we kissed.”

I gulped as he poured out his feelings. His story sounds similar to mine. I remember feeling the same way knowing it wasn’t right to wish for such a thing, but seeing him again felt right.

“So I begged us to be friends knowing you were married and that we couldn’t be or do anything. But Mary, I wanted or will I say I want you in my life. I would take you in my life. I would take you as a friend, enemy, or lover. Only if I can have you, darling,” he paused.

“I know it is too much to ask and I have no right to, but I want to see where this goes. I want us to try.”

My tears were flowing again, which he was wiping as he awaited my answer. How did I get so lucky to have a man to wipe my tears? He wasn’t exactly my man, but he could be. Though it would be wrong on both of our parts. A wife engaging with a man who wasn’t my husband.
He, a single man engaging with a married woman. But this feeling we share might be worth it. To know he felt it as much as this spark was a relief. I thought I was going nuts.

And the fact that he tried to stay away as much as I did made me happy. I wasn’t the only one having an inner battle with myself and I wasn’t alone in not being able to walk away.

“Ok..”

“What?” he asked, astounded, causing me to giggle.

“Yes, Abbey. I want to try…”

I didn’t get to finish as his lips crushed mine. Despite initially being shocked, my body submitted against his as he turned my face to suit him.

Now that we have agreed to try to stay away from each other, will I stop thinking about him? Will he stop texting and calling?


To be continued…
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Part 2 (Episode 23)

~ Mary's POV ~

“Abbey!” The voice exclaimed. There stood an older woman whose features resembled Abbey's Except her skin was paler. Based on the way Abbey rushed to hug the woman, I had to guess it was his mother.

“Hello, Mom.” He said in Yoruba and hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead before backing away. He gestured toward me, inviting me over with a smile.

“This is my friend Mary. Mary, this is my mother..” she cut him off, bouncing with energy.

“Please, call me…

“Mother,” his words held an air of warning, but she waved him off.

Her eyes drank me in and she gave me a mega-watt smile. I reached out my hand for a handshake, but she nuzzled it aside to give me a fierce hug. She smelled of literal flower goodness as she pulled me into her arm.
John never bothered to introduce me to his extended family as he doesn’t have the best relationship with them. And I never had a family, to begin with.

“It is wonderful to meet you, Mary.” She backed away and I couldn’t help but smile at the woman who reeked of genuine intentions.

“You are beautiful,” she said in Yoruba.

“Ese, ma,” I replied, which meant: thank you.

Did Abbey mention me? Well, it makes sense since he invited me to come here. Before I could say more, she rushed us into her home.

Soon, as we walked in, it wasn’t as lavish as I thought it would be. In fact, it was quite homey with white walls decorated with blue and grey furniture.

She walked us down the corridor, passing multiple rooms. Abbey’s mother was vibrant with energy as she showed us around. Then, as she began talking about Abbey's childhood, a man who looked identical to Abbey appeared from the backyard. He was about as tall as Abbey with dark hair. The only difference between them was their eyes and beard.

When we reached the backyard, I audibly gasped. While I was looking around, I hadn’t noticed someone nearing us until they exclaimed. Both Abbey and I swiveled around just in time for the man to pull Abbey in for a hug. Abbey let my hand go in the process. Once the two pulled away, I was able to see the man. He was a bit paler and shorter than Abbey. I recognized him immediately.

He was Abbey’s brother! I had met him before at the restaurant John took me to that very day. The one where Abbey and I shared our first kiss.

“Ayomide,” Abbey grinned, then he began to introduce us. “This is….”

“The hot woman from Mom’s restaurant,” he said and I laughed.
“Good to see you again,” he gave him a brief hug.
“You as well. I'm Mary,” I told him.

“Thank you for the compliment.”
“I’m going to get Mary settled in the first place. We need to talk later.”

Ayo nodded his head before saying he’d see me later.

As soon as he walked away, Abbey turned back to me.

“What do you say we get to eat?” I nodded my head and followed him.
What a wonderful family he has. Although the day just started, I couldn’t wait to see what else was in store.

It was nighttime now, with the moon above the clouds, and I was happy. After Abbey and I ate their local delicacy, he introduced me to the rest of his family. The ones that were around, consisted of his cousins, aunts, uncles, and a few of his parent's friends.

Though he said they were practically family. He told me he had a larger family from his maternal home.

I wasn’t sure why this surprised me, but his family was very nice and receptive to me. I found myself at the pavilion chatting with a group of Abbey’s cousins while he went off to talk to his brother. They had me laughing the entire moment as they talked about the happenings in their family. Even as far as going back to their childhood days, telling me stories of themselves and Abbey.

“He’s always been a good boy,” his cousin, I’ve come to know as Remi informed me.
“Abbey has never been one to get into trouble. We were never able to convince him to do something rash.”

“His brother on the other handful!” They laughed.

They went on to talk about their old day's memories.

A hand placed itself on my shoulder gently, interrupting my laughter. I turned around in my chair to Abbey, smiling.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear, making my stomach flutter as I felt his breath brush against me.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Mary? I nodded my head, drawing back to look into his eyes. God, the man was handsome as he stared at me. It was as if I could get a spark between us, tingling me.

“Good. I want to show you something.” He reached his hand out and I took it. We snuck away from his hand out and I took it. We snuck away from his family and headed to the far back of the backyard, where trees blocked the view.
“You won’t kill me, right?” he chuckled.

“I promise I won’t. There’s a path that leads somewhere I’d like to show you. Do you trust me?”

I looked behind us to see his family having fun and then looked back at him. Though I wasn’t keen about going anywhere, I did trust Abbey. He hasn’t proven that I shouldn’t trust him. I nodded and want to move, but he stopped me, causing me to look into his eyes.

“I trust you,” I said honestly. He squeezed my hand a little before leading me into the back side of their house. A small dirt path that seemed to be used often. I also noticed that while we stayed on the said path, we were heading downwards. Abbey was Confident in his studies while he took me to God knows where.

A few minutes later, I saw a spectacular view.

“A swimming pool? Wow! You guys have a swimming pool?”
“Yeah.” He answered. My jaw dropped while Abbey stood beside me, chuckling.

He walked us closer to it and noticed a single bench before it and not it, had towels and water to drink. Abbey suddenly let go and placed his phone on the bench before looking down at me.

“Would you like to swim with me, Mary?”
“Yes, but not too far,” I said. I didn’t exactly trust water where I wouldn’t be able to be rescued. I had a phobia of water but I could handle five feet at least.

“Alright.” With that, Abbey began unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes widened considerably while he did so. Each button being released almost in slow motions. His muscles peaked through the more button he popped.

Realizing I was staring, he flushed and caught his eyes awkwardly where he was casually grinning at me as he undressed.

“Um, I'll just....,” I turned my back to him trying to be polite.
Though his next words nearly had me spinning back around.

“You’re welcome to watch, Mary.” I closed my eyes at the sound of his voice, thick with an accent, causing me to close my eyes.

Just friends, I reminded myself. Abbey and I are just friends. I heard his footsteps walk further away from me. Curiously, I turned over my shoulder just to see the back of him. Naked, broad shoulders with muscles, his lower body protected in shorts but shoved the roundness of a perfect ass.

When his body finally lowered into the water, he turned to me. A bright smile on his face as he gestured for me to come in. I was playing a dangerous game. I shouldn’t get into the water with him. Seeing his form from his front confirmed that Abbey didn’t have the body of a bodybuilder, more so, the body of an athlete. His muscles were firm, and I knew if I ran my hands over his chest, it’d be solid.

“The water is warm, Mary!” he called out, then turned opposite me. “I won’t look as you change.”

Don’t do it! Don’t get in the water, my mind screamed at me.

But I didn’t listen. I took off my dress slowly, revealing my underwear. I took off my shoes before making my way toward the water. I dipped my toe in and noticed that the water wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be.

Wrapping my arms around my midsection, I made my way over to Abbey. I was waist-deep in the water, the bottom of my breasts close to being submerged in the water. I tapped Abbey on his shoulder softly, then returned my arms to where they were.

Admittedly, I was a little insecure. My body wasn’t a sculpture, and I had stretch marks. There was also the little scar I had underneath my belly that…. No, no negative thoughts.

He focused on me, his eyes shining as he drag me in. I wonder if he found my body unattractive. If I wasn’t what he was expecting. I know I shouldn’t care about another man's opinion, but I cared about his. John often made me feel as if my body was below his standards. Though I’ve tried my best to please him. But the more I tried, the less weight I would gain.

Now, I'm a woman with less meat on her bones than normal. The more I thought about myself, the more down I felt. Despite trying to be positive. Without realizing it, I had my eyes downcast awaiting the judgment I was used to hearing.

Suddenly, Abbey used a finger to tilt my chin up, causing our eyes to connect. He eyed me, then with something akin to desire making a shiver run down my spine while he pressed close to me.

“Stunning,” was all he said, smiling down at me. Then, before I could understand what was happening, he gripped my hips, lifted me, causing me to shriek, and then tossed me into the water. When I came up for air, I was gasping for breath while he laughed.

“Abbey!” I screamed at him, removing my hair from my face. “You are going to pay for that!”

I startled him. We weren’t deep in the water, but it was enough for us to swim in.

Once I reached him, I threw water at him and tried to run off. He grabbed me by my waist again and tossed me. This carried on for some time before I got tired of being offensive. As much as I wanted to beat him, I knew I would lose every time. He had the advantage, but not until I tricked him. He had just tossed me into the water again when I decided to hold my breath longer under the water.

“Mary?” he called out. I heard him come closer, looking for me. And when he was right where I wanted him, I jumped from behind and tackled him, taking both of us down into the water. When we popped back up, I was cracking up at him.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” I screamed as he started chasing after me in the water. I tried to get away from him, but he caught me, dragging his hands along my body, when suddenly he began to tickle my belly. I screamed into the air, laughter escaping me.

“Abb…” I tried to gasp for breath, but couldn’t due to my hysterical laughter. His fingers dug into me as I tried to escape him. His warm chest was against my back as we stood close together, laughing. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I was begging him to stop. He let me surrender. Yet, he didn’t let me go as I spun in his arms to look at his face.

We stood there in the water, beaming at each other under the night sky. Then out of nowhere, we heard something akin to a sharp whistle. Then a firework popped off above us. We glanced up at the night sky as more fireworks lit up the area. It was midnight, and Christmas vibes were on the air.

We watched as the whole area was lighted up with fireworks until I remembered I was in his arms. It seemed he thought the same as when we looked back at each other. Our eyes clashed once more as another firework went off.

First Christmas out of home and I was having a blast at Abbey's family house.


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Part 2 (Episode 22)

~Mary's POV ~

“Wait a minute,” Comfort paused dramatically. “ You mean you saw that fine man from the club again and didn’t get his number?” She stared at me as if I had lost a brain cell.

“Comfort, I’m married.” I reminded her.

“I know, I know, “ she repeated, raising her hands in defense. She then smiled at me cheekily.

“I’m sure you didn’t forget you are married when you were with Abbey,” she teased, stressing his name.

I rolled my eyes for the tenth time today. The sad part was that she was undoubtedly right. While I did spend time at Abbey's place, it almost felt like a dream, a fantasy. One I hadn’t realized I wanted to become real.

A few days have passed since then. After bumping into Shola, I went home, took a bath, and washed my clothes. I still had to be cautious. I had to wash away the delicious scent of him from my clothes. While I was washing my clothes, I got a call from Abbey asking where I was. I made up some elaborate lie that something came up and I had to leave. When in actuality I was too nervous to face him after my drunken stupidity.

In a way, he kind of scolded me for not waking him up so he could make me something to eat or at least walk me to my car or something. He admitted that he was worried and wanted to make sure I was safe. He jokingly said that the next time I walked out in the early morning without saying anything, I would get punished. I knew he was joking.

That aside, Abbey asked me if I will be doing anything on Christmas day. Usually, John travels outside the state during this festive season. He and a few other officers were used to staying outside Lagos whenever Christmas was around the corner.
I usually stay at home alone on the 24th listening to fireworks from inside the house. It was depressing each year, but it was better than being around John's colleagues. There were usually around the house sometimes and I didn’t like seeing them except Ggbenga who doesn’t attend events like that anymore.

I admitted to Abbey what I do every year during Christmas, and he suggested something different. He invited me out to a family hangout his parents host every year. I figured why not since I don’t do anything, anyway.

***

Comfort and I were shopping to find me something to wear while she was looking for something to buy her boyfriend. He was going back to Abuja for two weeks to surprise her lover. I was happy to see how in love Comfort was. It also made me sad knowing that she’d be moving there permanently, soon.

“So, do you think his family will like me?” I asked her.

“Why? Are you trying to impress your in-law? “ she said jokingly.

“You are mad.”

She laughed

We moved from the heading into the next aisle.

“Of course, they’ll like you, sweetheart. You’re a sweetheart. Besides, you and Abbey are both from the same tribe, that’s if they discriminate against tribe. She said.
And that reminded me about her lover who is an Igbo boy.

“Well, you are right, I don’t even know what they’d be eating over there. You know I detest all these Yoruba delicacies. I’m a bit nervous about what I’d be eating there.”

“And what will stop Abbey from making something for you both? He can do it. Meanwhile, why don’t you eat our very own delicacies?” She added.

“Well, maybe I’ll start eating when I get there, so they don’t make me feel different.”

“Listen, if they do and I’m sure they’ll. Don’t eat too much. You know how it is when you eat foreign food for the first time,” she paused. “I’m sure you don’t want to embarrass yourself by blowing up the family toilet.

We busted into laughter.

The crazy part of the conversation was that Comfort was right again. Through many years of us being best friends, we usually take vacations together sometimes. At each place we visited, I would always react to a new food that gets into my system. Not necessarily a bad one, but I often needed a day to recuperate my body. It’s only because my body doesn’t know how to handle food, I don’t eat regularly.

Luckily, the night I ate at Abbey’s house, the food wasn’t foreign to my body, so I didn’t react. But when I go to this hangout, I pray that they’ll have at least rice or something common.

“You are right. Now help me pick out something that’ll be easy to take off in case I do..,” we busted out laughing, startling the surroundings shopper.

We spent the next hour and a half shopping. I loved hanging out with Comfort and hadn’t realized I missed her until now. She was the sister I never had whom I was glad I had in my life. I don’t know who or what I’d be without her. She was the first beside Abbey who could make me laugh and be myself.

I knew I was messed up and that I could only count on her before meeting Abbey to make me happy. Isn’t that a husband’s job? Happy wife, happy life.

Speaking of, since that night he hurled those words at me while being intimate, I’ve kept my distance. It wasn’t him avoiding me, we were avoiding each other. The thought of being in that house with him made me feel sad, anxious, and depressed. I wasn’t sure if or when he’d say something more painful to me. So I was constantly on edge or finding excuses to leave when he was home on his off days.

It was a shame, really. Before he had hurt my feelings that night, I thought that things would go back to normal. They usually did after we made love. Sex fixed everything in our marriage, but it didn’t that night.

Now, I wasn’t sure what to do. Didn’t know how to fix it, fix us. I’ve done it for years so we could be happy. I thought he was happy. How could I fix our marriage if he didn’t love me? I ponder these thoughts all the time. And sometimes, when I'm all alone and in the cold building I call home, I think to myself:
Do I want to fix what I feel is broken?

***

Friday, 24th December *

We rode in comfortable silence, music from the stereo playing faintly while Abbey drove us to his parent's house. The scenery was beautiful outside, surrounded by lush green and empty land. I could classify a few houses as mansions as we passed through the area.

Although I was nervous about meeting Abbey’s family, I was also excited. It’s been years since I celebrated Christmas like it should be. My husband did, while I would stay at home. But now, doing some different, I was ecstatic.

It was on Christmas Eve, the day itself had started great. I made breakfast and lunch for John before he got dressed and then left with his small bag which meant he won't be coming back that week. We did not speak a word to each other. I pushed our intentions to the back of my mind to not upset myself.

After making sure he was gone, I got myself ready, wearing a dress with my bathing suit underneath. Abbey had told me to make sure I was wearing one since his family had a pool. At the time, I was imagining a small pool that wasn’t built in, but the more homes we passed that looked like mini-mansionss, I had a feeling the pool would be large.

Abbey cleared his throat, capturing my attention, so I turned to him. His large hands gripped the steering wheel with his forearms on full display. Seeing him drive was admittedly sexy and made me recall our recent night together. Also, when I ran like a coward the next morning. Although Abbey had worried more about my safety, he didn’t mention what we shared that night. Our kiss, I wasn’t sure if I was unhappy with that or not.

My feelings towards him were growing and it was becoming harder to act naturally around him. To ignore the intense attraction I held for this man. I know that I had to for the sake of our marriage, but I was coming to the horrifying realization that I might not want.

Abbey was good to me. In the brief months I have spent time with him, talked to him, and felt safe with him, he was a good man. A great man. Why couldn’t my husband be like him? Lost in my thought, it took Abbey calling me twice to bring me back.

“Yes?” I questioned.

“Are you okay?” He moved his eyes from the road to glance at me, before refocusing.

“I’m fine, I promise. I’m just a little nervous.” I admitted. He used his right hand to grab my hand, holding it in his grasp and I let the feel of his hand encasing me in warmth and had me feeling funny. That’s one of the things I liked about Abbey. The way we could carry out a slight gesture caused me to effect easily. I should hate it, but I didn’t.

“Don’t worry, my family will love you.”
“You think so? Will they call me a stranger too? I teased with a giggle.

He frowned, his grip tightening a bit. “No, they won’t call you that,” I laughed, and he glanced at me again.

“I’m serious.”

And the fact that I could tell he was entirely serious caused me to laugh harder. Who knew Abbey could get territorial over a nickname?

After that, we continued to make small talk and listen to music.
Soon enough Abbey had pulled into a long driveway, stopping at a large gate before the house. He rolled down his windows, someone opened the gate from the inside and he continued to drive as I look in the spectacular view. I should have known they would have a large home since they owned a successful restaurant.

The outside appearance looked more lively with flowers. Abbey parked the car and we unbuckled our seatbelts and he exited while I waited. He never let me open or close doors for myself. In one of many ways, it showed how much of a gentleman he was.

Quickly, he opened my door, reached his hand out for me, and helped me out of the car before shutting the door. We walked hand in hand to the large blue-painted front door. It wasn’t until the door opened that I let go of his hand. I could see him frown in response but couldn’t be sure.
Who would have thought a day like this would come?

To be continued…
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Part 2 (Episode 21)

~Mary's POV ~

My head pounded in my skull, the first thing I felt once I woke up. I opened my eyes, squinting as the natural light came in from the room. A room I soon realized wasn’t mine.

Where the heck am I? I sat up, groaning as a rush of dizziness hit me. I stopped moving for a while to relax, closing my eyes against the light in the room. When I felt okay to open my eyes again, I realized it was early in the morning. The sun was starting to rise, its light sneaking through the curtains to reach where I sat. On top of a large yet comfortable bed that smelled like Abbey.

Oh, My..

The memory of last night hit me like a truck, watching Abbey while he cooked us dinner. Leading me outside and giving me a gift. Watching a movie with him, along with eating and drinking wine together. It was a wonderful night that I was sure I had ruined. I hadn’t planned to drink that much! I simply wanted to call my nerves because I couldn’t focus on anything, but him. The man had me wrapped around his finger. What a finger to be wrapped on. An onslaught of memories of us kissing again appeared.

I slapped a hand on my forehead before rubbing my face tiredly. My wedding ring captured my attention. I stared at it for a minute. Simply stared at it, waiting for a feeling to come upon me. I should be freaking out. I mean, I was because I kissed a man I had feelings for and not my husband. But I should be a horrendous mess because I’m a wife. I should be feeling an obscure amount of guilt, like the first time I kissed Abbey. But no such feeling came upon me. Instead, I felt nothing.

I shook my head. Did I not feel anything because of what John said? Did he hurt me so badly that the piece of me he took never came back? Or was I feeling more for a friend than I’ve ever felt with the man I married who should be at home with her husband? Instead, I was in another man’s bed whom I shamelessly kissed the night before. It was wrong, I knew it was. So why does it feel so right?

As I sat in the quiet room, I could still feel the ghost of Abbey's touch on my skin. The warmth of his hands as he clutched me in his grasp. The memory of the sounds I made as he swallowed them down with his tongue. Toying with my nipples as he made me feel wanted and desired. Oh, and when he spoke in his language, I wanted to cum right then.

I pressed my thighs together, my panties becoming wet with need. As much as I wanted Abbey, I had to fight off my feelings. It wouldn’t be fair to cheat. That wasn’t me. But — no, no buts! I shouted in my mind, wincing as a headache hit me.

Staying there was tempting me. I needed to leave. I got off of the bed and thanks to the sun streaming in, located my shoes and phone. I grabbed both and silently headed out of the room. Once I stood out of the room, I closed the door behind me, making sure to not slam it. I didn’t hear anything, so I assured Abbey was asleep somewhere in this apartment.

Luckily, Abbey showed me around yesterday, so I knew my way out. Quickly and very quietly, I went downstairs and collected my keys. I glanced around, prepared to go when I noticed a pen and a sheet of paper on a table. I wrote a quick note before placing it on the easel…

***
Still tired from last night, but not yet wanting to go home, I decided to get some toiletries and some cereals…. I stopped at a random spot I saw while delving, not too far from Abbey's apartment. Parallel parking in front of the small building, I got out and locked the doors behind me. I was surprised that it was open this early morning but saw it as a good thing. When I walked in, I noticed five people lined up in front of a counter. I assumed that’s where they were ordering what they wanted.

So, I stood behind them in the small café, glancing around until I located the menu which was a chalkboard hanging above the register.

“Hello, how are you doing today?”
“I’m fine. How about you,” I paused, glancing down at her nametag. Then looked back up at her, smiling politely. “Faith?”

“Yeah, I'm here,” she joked. “By the way, your hair is really pretty.” She complimented me.

“Girl, I was about to tell you the same thing,” we laughed.

The next thing I knew, we chit-chatted about our hair and how to style it casually. There wasn’t anyone else in line so we were chatting for a while. I was telling her the best ways to take care of her new locs since I’ve had mine for years.
As we talked, our conversation shifted to our regular lives. We chatted like we were friends who haven’t seen one another and we were catching up.

“Okay, let me take your order before I get fired,” we laughed again. I told her what I wanted and she went off to make it. She came back moments later with a pack of cornflakes and other stuff I wanted. She handed it to me and then told me the price. I was reaching inside my pocket for the money when a hand from my side handed out money to the cashier. The person attached to that has begun to speak.

“I'll be paying for that; I knew that voice. I turned around wide-eyed as I came face to face with the man I had danced with a month ago. When our eyes met, he grinned at me.

"Hey, Miss Runaway."

I was short of words.

I just blinked at him not believing the odds. He looked just as good as he did in the club.. No, he looked better! Now that I could see him in the light. Dark skin, perfectly white teeth as he grinned cheekily, and his muscles more pronounced under his athletic wear. He must live close by if he chose to were a tight-fitted shirt and shorts.

Look up, look up, look up.

I pulled my eyes away flustered, trying to remain indifferent. As if I wasn’t just checking him out and noticed his…nope! Not going to say it or think about it.

While I was just being a creep, he paid my bills and ordered for himself. I couldn’t help but notice the multiple tattoos on both of his uncovered arms.
The more I stared at him, the more I realized how attractive he was. I mean, he was already handsome, but in the light, he was a stunner. Deciding I should say something, my mind focused on his last words.

“Miss Runaway?” I questioned, and he shrugged. Considering the little time we ‘talked' we never properly introduced ourselves,” I swallowed.

“Because you ran away,” he added with a chuckle.

“I..I..,” before I could get a word out, the cashier spoke up again.
“Here, sir,” she handed him his drink. He accepted it, paid, and then placed a thousand naira note for the girl. Her eyes widened.

"Thank you, sir. Have a nice day!” he nodded with a kind smile.

He turned back to me and gestured with his hand to walk with him. For some reason, I agreed. We headed to the exit; him holding out the door open for me, as we walked out. We stood at the side of the shop to talk. He focused his gaze on me while he sipped on his drink.

His stare was penetrating, reminding me of the night we shared. Our bodies grind on each other to the music in our world as if no one else existed.
Seeing him in front of me now and how large he looked had my eyes drifting down to his hands. The hands that once held my hips as he guided my body the way he liked.

He cleared his throat causing me to glance into his dark eyes that held mirth.

“You know we never settled on who won that night.” My expression turned to one of confusion.

“Who the best dancer is?” he elaborated.

I let out a laugh. “I can’t believe you still remember that.”

“I remember everything from that night,” he admitted. The way he said those words caused my heart to stutter.

He was looking at me as if I was the last woman on earth. As flattered as I was, the weight of my ring bore heavy on my finger. Before I could ponder on it, he spoke again. “From the moment I saw you needing help from that guy to when you ran off from my arms.”

I scoffed, “One, I had it handled, two, I did not run away, I was…occupied.” He shot me a look of disbelief.
I crossed my arms over my chest mad at myself for not coming up with a better excuse.

“You know what, it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, why's that?”

“Because we are strangers and we won’t see each other again after this,” I paused and held my keys tightly in my hand. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on my way.” I turned from him and began to walk toward my car.

“What if I want to see you again?” he said and I stopped. I wasn’t expecting him to do that.

Now, it was my turn to swirl around and look at him in disbelief. I know I may come across as insecure but I knew I wasn’t all that compared to other women. And I had a feeling this man was used to dealing with women. I didn’t see myself as his type. I shouldn’t, because I was married.

Additionally, I was catching feelings for another man. Yet for some reason, I was and I admittedly liked the attention.

“You want to see me again?” I asked incredulously.

He walked to me, closing the distance between us.

“Why wouldn’t I? You are as beautiful as… we’ll, I guess you know this.

“I appreciate the flattery, but I’ll have to kindly decline.”

He even came closer to my space. However, it didn’t come off as threatening. No, it was the work of his charm getting to me, accompanied by the lovely smell of his perf. How did this man manage to smell amazing after working out?
“Even if I beg?” My mouth opened slightly in shock. The sound of his deep voice sent a shiver through my body. He looked down into my eyes as I stared into his feeling nervous.

He smiled at me as if he knew he was winning a battle that had just begun. Unknown to him, I rise when it comes to challenges I swallowed to calm my nerves before taking a step back. His own eyes widened as I met his stare evenly.

“Even then Mr…”
“Shola,” he said, cutting me off, then his smile turned into a cunning smirk. His eyes gleaned deviously. “But I like to go by sir.” He added.

What do I even say to that? I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not, but I had to be going. I had a feeling I was going to embarrass myself pretty soon.
No idea how, but it was a feeling I knew was going to happen. Then again, it could be because his words made me feel shy, somehow.

“Uh-ok,” I stammered, blowing. It was nice meeting you, Shola. But I have to get going,” I turned around for the last time and headed to my car.

“I didn’t get to know your name?” he asked, calling out to be. I smiled, knowing he couldn’t get to know my name.

“Miss Runaway sounded cool to me!” I yelled back. I didn’t bother to hear his response as I made it to my car, started it, then pulled off. That man was as dangerous as Abbey.

He was so seductive. I could already tell he was. He most likely used those same lines on every woman he met. My instincts told me he was a player.
Hopefully, I wouldn’t run into Shola again. I was already catching feeling for a man I wasn’t married to. Even if he wasn’t a player, I couldn’t imagine adding another man to the mix. I scoffed to myself in my silent car.



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Part 2 (Episode 20)

~ Mary's ~ POV

While we drove to his apartment that I had never seen before, he kept saying it was a regular space. But as I looked out the window and saw the building go from poor to the middle class and finally the rich, I knew he was lying.

Then, once we arrived, it took everything in me to not gape like a fish. His home was enormous for a simple apartment. I told him he was living in a mini, but not so mini house. It has everything such as its gym, a large kitchen, a game room and more.

However, it made sense when he told me he lives with his best friend who was currently out of town. So we had the place to ourselves. While I was relaxing in the sitting room, he was in the kitchen preparing something for us to eat. He even put on his apron and that made me giggle.

“You’re really making this cooking official tonight,” I asked him, laughing when he put on the ensemble.

“Of course! I have a special guest tonight,” he replied with a smile.

I laughed again as I saw him hush up the sleeves of his shirt. Then I noticed something on his forearm. I moved closer to him and was surprised at what I saw.

“You have a tattoo,” I said, somewhat surprised.

A bird tattoo. I wasn’t sure of the bird species but it looked like an eagle. Its wings spread as if it was about to fly.

“Yes, I have a tattoo. Are you surprised?”
“Um, not really. What does it stand for?”

“Well, the bird right here symbolizes peace, strength, and love.”
“Hmm…Love? Strength? Well, if you say so,” I pulled back.

Now, the smell of food wafting through the air. My belly was rumbling and I couldn’t wait to eat whatever Abbey had cooked. I was just about to round up a chat with a client.

About a half hour later, I heard the sound of plates being moved around and Abbey's steps as he shuffled in the kitchen.

Moments later, I felt his presence behind my back before he dipped low to reach my ear. Putting my phone down, I turned in my seat, nearly gasping as we met face to face. He hadn’t moved, and neither did I want him to. The smell of his perf was alluring along with whatever he cooked up. I smiled up at him through the nervousness I felt.

The aroma of the food he made had me ready to jump out of my chair. At that moment my stomach decided to rumble loudly.
He held out a hand for me which I took, easing me off the couch. Then he took my hand and led me past the kitchen and dining room. His dining room was big with plenty of chairs and a long table. But what really captured my eyes was the setup on the right side.

There was a couch facing the far wall, and then I saw a cat which initially scared me. Just as I turned around to ask Abbey about it, I saw him holding a wrapped package. I couldn’t tell what was in it.

Oh, my God.

“Abbey….,” I was lost of words. My eyes widened as I took in the handsome man before me.

He had abandoned the silly chef hat but kept the apron on, standing tall in his dark slacks and blue shirt.

“A gift,” he held out the package waiting for me to take them. “As friends, And as much as I wanted to go along with the friendly gesture.”

“This isn’t because of…” he shook his head, the smile not disappearing. “This was already planned, Mary. I just needed an excuse to get you here,” he admitted.

Silence.

“Do you accept my gift?”

Thump, thump, went my heart.

Without hesitating, I replied, “Yes.” I took the wrapped package, wondering what was inside. I reminded myself that Abbey was just a friend. Even if his gesture sensed anything but friendly.

After we got that over and done with, we got settled with our food. Then Abbey put on a movie for us to watch. I was surprised he chose an American movie. I think I have mentioned that to him before. Shrugging off the thought, I began to dig into the food. I tried not to make a fool out of myself when I took my first bite, but it couldn’t be helped.

“Abbey,” I moaned after swallowing. “Who taught you how to cook?” I glanced up to see him watching me. His gaze was darker than it had been minutes ago. I hope he didn’t mind me asking. I was genuinely curious. He cleared his throat when he saw me stare at him questioningly, still eating the food he made.

“My mother taught me. She told me that one day I’d meet someone special who I would need to make a good impression on.”

I stopped chewing as I ingested his words. I caught his gaze, feeling the air tense in, something I couldn’t identify.

“So tell me, so you like the food?”

I swallowed harshly, feeling a pang shoot through my belly in want and need. But I pushed it to the side, seeing the easy-going smile on his face. Abbey liked to joke around by teasing. Surely, that’s what he was doing now.

“Well, it’s nice. I like it,” I stuttered before looking away. I didn’t say much else, and neither did he as we ate our food quietly.
The noise from the movie drowned out my thoughts, yet, I was super-aware of the man beside me. Discretely side-eyeing him every chance I could. Just being in his presence turned my brain to mush.

When we finished our food, he took away our plates before returning with wine. Good, this will calm me down, I said to myself.

He lay down closer, beside me as I continued to drink. I found myself loosening up by my second glass and we laughed at the screen by the time I had the third in my hand. I wasn’t drunk by any means, but I was feeling a bit tipsy.
After the movie went off, Abbey used the remote control to change to another channel.

However, I noticed that he sat farther than he did before. I frowned as I looked over at him while he paid attention to the movie. The smile never left his face as he watched.

“Abbey,” I called him, and he turned his attention towards me.
“Why are you so far away?” I questioned and beckoned him closer. I saw him hesitate briefly before he scooted close to me. There was still space between us which I covered immediately. I moved my body in a way so I could lean my head on his shoulder. He looked down at me then.

“Mary,”
“Abbey,” I breathed out and then looked up into his pretty eyes.

“Perhaps it would be best if you get the wine down. I think you already push it with four glasses already.” I looked at him, confused.

“Fourth? No, I only had… how many is it again? If he said I had four glasses, then the one in my hand would make it five.

I hiccupped.

While I was stuck in a confused daze, he slowly pried the glass from my hand and then sat it on the table.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

I winced, shaking my head instantly, causing me to get dizzy, and nearly tip over on the couch.

“Please don’t take me home,” I begged in a drunken haze. “I want you to stay with me."

“Ok. Let’s get you upstairs then,” I suddenly found myself being lifted in his arms. And Abbey whom I called a friend carried me through his house. It was weird being in another man’s arms. Wrong but right at the same time. I buried my head into his shoulder, sniffing him. He smelt so good.

Before I knew it, he placed me on a soft bed, undid my shoes, tucked me in, and wanted to leave.

“Wait,” I called out. “Please, don’t go,” I told him. Don’t leave me.
“Mary, I….,”

“Abbey, please,” I asked for him again, pointing all the while. Just the sound of his name leaving my lips had me turning around.

However, he stayed above the covers, facing the ceiling. I shuffled closer to him and laid my head on his chest. His heart was beating fast as we lay in silence for a while. I couldn’t sleep though. I wanted more. I wanted him closer to me, in me!
But a part of my mind knew it was the drink talking. But did Abbey think the same? I didn’t want him to. I waited for him to know.

“I like you,” I admitted in the quiet room.

When I didn’t get a response, I pressed. “I really really like you..”
“Mary,” he cut me off, causing me to frown. Tears beginning to gather behind my eyes.

“Do you not like me?”

He didn’t speak for a while until he shifted a bit as he wrapped one arm around my body. I looked up at him.

“Of course I do, but…”
“Prove it,” he sighed as if tortured. I didn’t care.

He knew what I wanted, what I was asking for.
“Pretty..”

“Prove it.” I challenged, meeting his heated stare in the dark while he looked down at me.

Abbey gripped my waist, bringing me up, and crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was heated as he gave me all that he had, not bothering to seek an invitation as he fought out my tongue with his, making me feel hot as he plundered my mouth, taking ownership as if my mouth didn’t belong to me.

I could do nothing but lie pretty as he greedily kissed the hell out of me. That was until he removed the covers in haste and flipped us so that he was above me. His lips stayed fierce on mine as we made out like teenagers.

While his hands warmed my body, his right hand gripped my waist, and his left hand rose to my neck clutching it in his grasp, delicately but making sure to know we had control. He was in charge. I moaned against him, which he swallowed while the hand on my waist began drawing circles, pressing on my body in places I didn’t know could cause a reaction to me.

“Oh, Abbey,” I whined when I had the chance to breathe after we broke away. He responded by laying sweet kisses against my neck. My back arched in pleasure as he pulled my skin between his teeth.

He removed the hand on my waist to drag it up to one of my breasts, squeezing it to cause pleasurable pains before soothing it with his thumb; rubbing my nipple through the fabric of the shirt I wore. It was too much and too little at the same time. My foggy brain couldn’t handle it as my panties dampened and he repeated the process with my other breast. I’ve never cried out in pleasure so much for something so little.

Before I could ask for more, he halted what he was doing. I looked at him confused as he sat up, hovering above me.

Please, please, don’t stop. I screamed inside my mind. I felt as if I were going crazy with how much need I felt for this man.

“That was just a taste of what we could have,” He spoke to me in a voice filled with clear lust. “I won’t do anything else with you tonight. I’ll wait until your mind is clear and I know that you want me, just the way I want you; body, mind, and soul.

“Abbey.”
“Just sleep,” he answered.

I protested but he shushed me. “Sleep, beautiful lady.” He kissed my forehead and hopped out the bed. He quickly exited the room and I sighed.

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Part 2 (Episode 19)


~ Mary's POV ~

I think Abbey could sense something was off with me today. He had continuously been asking if I was feeling okay, causing me to lie through my teeth and say yes. I knew I should have canceled, and called him earlier to do so. But he begged to see me and there was no way I could say no. And when I arrived at our park meeting, he surprised me with a picnic set up for us.

He packed a blanket, pillows, and mini fans, along with food and plenty of water. How could a man be so thoughtful and sweet? Even when he knew I was married. How could he be this kind?

When I saw the sweet gesture, I stuffed down my depression, smiling and joking with him, trying to be lighthearted. Yet finding myself failing miserably. I wanted to listen to him speak as he talked of his family and homeland. But it was almost as if my brain was rejecting the idea. I would accidentally fume him out, his voice fading from my ears.

While I stared into space thinking about my husband and becoming sad. His words from the other night rang in my ear.
You don’t deserve to be loved.

How could he say something so vile? After all we’ve been through. All sacrifices we have made. I lost my child because of him! Damn him!
“Mary,” Abbey's voice snapped me out of my trance. I saw him glancing, down at my hands, and I hadn’t realized I had balled them up out of anger. I looked back into his eyes to see concern shining in them and I felt bad. Abbey planned a nice day for us and here I sat, destroying it.

“Are you ok?”
I nodded.

“Yes,” I stuttered. “I've got a lot on my mind. I’m sorry for ruining today.

“Don't say that. Nothing has been ruined. The day is still as beautiful as you,” he smiled. And though I tried to do the same, I couldn’t. My face seemed to tilt up awkwardly before I looked away.

A breeze whispered past us, moving my hair with the warm air. As silence settled between us, I had to agree with Abbey. It was a beautiful day. The sky was painted light blue as white clouds moved by slower than a snail's pace. The trees and grasses were so green that they were almost blinding. Luckily, we weren’t facing the sun, my eyes would have burnt. But I could feel the warmth of it on my exposed skin. It was a perfect picture for an artist to paint.

“What’s one thing you have missed doing?” Abbey asked and I was surprised why he asked.

“Um, I have actually missed baking. It’s been long and I do not have the ingredients and stuff to make them,” I told him.

“Oh? That’s cool. I love cakes,” he giggled. His smile was contagious, so I smiled back.

“Yes, I love to bake at home. I have a small portion where I do my stuff.”
At the thought of home, I grew solemn again. I could sense my eye beginning to tear up and I blinked them back. Oh, God. I turned away from him, so he wouldn’t see anything.

“How about…,” he trailed off before moving close to me. “We make a deal.”
“A deal?”
He nodded with a smile. “I’ll buy you supplies of ingredients for your baking if you tell me what’s making you upset.”

Before I could protest he continued. “It doesn’t matter if you want a little or a lot of supplies. I’ll buy the whole thing you need for the baking. Just as a concerned friend, tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours,” he stopped.
Tell him! Don’t tell him. Tell him! Voices conflicted in my head, leaving me confused and dumbfounded.

I hesitated. Wanting to tell him, but would it be a mistake? Would he look at me differently? Would our dynamic change? I didn’t want to lose the little that we had. Admittedly, I wanted to keep Abbey in my life. The stranger who became my friend—and was one of the two people who made me happy in their company. I would have talked to Comfort, but she would have blown a gasket.

Frankly, I didn’t want to see her pissed or in handcuffs, or both. But Abbey didn’t know John. He didn’t know what he looked like or it’s not like he'd have the same reaction. It’s not like I wanted him or Comfort to do something, but I knew Comfort would. And my friend had too much good going on to be mixed with my bad.

“I don’t want my relationship with my husband to cause a rift in our friendship,” I admitted. He softly used his hand to brush against my cheek. I let out a quiet gasp as he shifted my head to look at him. Our eyes clashed together.

“It won’t. You can talk to me,” he said.
I could see the sincerity in his eyes clashing together. So, with a heavy heart, I told him what was bothering me.

“I don’t think my husband loves me anymore,” I whispered, my lips wobbling as tears escaped my eyes. And just as he pulled me into his arms, I started sobbing.
Throughout my blubbering, I managed to tell him the hurtful words that John threw at me. Abbey just hugged me tighter, rocking us back and forth. I knew it was wrong to seek comfort from another man. A man I shared feelings for, but it felt good to cry. To let out what I’ve been holding onto and the pain John inflicted on my heart.

I did everything for him and how could he say that? I was a good wife to him after all.
Why—When—Where did I go wrong? Was I really so undeserving for not wanting another child? I catered to his every whim! I Loved him as no woman would! What did I do wrong?

Although Abbey permitted me to unload everything on him, I only told him of the words John said. I didn’t want him to know everything else yet. The useless sex, the past few months at home, John's anger…No, I don’t want Abbey to pity me.
But when I finished crying, and he wiped my eyes, I saw his furrow in an expression I’d never witnessed on his face.

Anger.

“Abbey?” I called him timidly. His Adam's apple bobbed harshly as he swallowed. He opened his mouth, about to speak, but closed it. Stopping himself from saying something that he must have felt he shouldn’t.

He must be thinking the worst right now. “I’m sorry..”
“Don’t,” he interrupted. His voice rumbled as he spoke. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

I sniffled, not knowing what to say. Though he didn’t let go of me completely, he grabbed a tissue from the basket and wiped my face for me. I protested at first, but he shushed me, politely. I didn’t mind it tho. Rather, it felt good to have someone who seems to care about me in such a way.

“Thank you,” I told him once he was done.
“For…?”
“For listening and,” I gestured to myself at a loss for words.

Though I still sensed his anger through the tenses of his body, his eyes softened. A tiny smile appeared on his face.

“No thanks needed,” he gestured toward me the same way I did. We both laughed, and I felt a part of me right itself. I was still sad, but his arms had a magical way of making a woman feel better.

“Now, how about I clean this up and we go get your supplies?”
“I can help…”

“Nope,” he moved from me before standing, making me miss the warmth his arms provided.
“I clean, you sit,” he demanded, politely.

Again, I wasn’t sure how he made that possible. So I did as he said and watched him return items to the picnic basket. Once he finished, he carried both the blanket and basket, then took my hand in his and walked us toward our cars that were parked next to each other.

We didn’t speak about my little cry. It’s like he somehow knew I just needed to get it off my chest. I didn’t want to talk about my marriage, I just needed to vent. And when we were shopping, he made good on his promise to buy me whatever I want.

At first, I was hesitant, but then he began putting items in the cart I didn’t need. He made me laugh the whole time we shopped, insisting I get inside the cart when I confessed I never did as a kid. I sat in the large part as he drove the cart, dipping through aisles as I laughed in delight.

Then, when we had more supplies than I needed, we left the store. Heading back to our cars when I told him I wasn’t hungry. Though he still stopped at a fast food place and ordered me something, anyway.

When we had to say goodbye, he made me promise to show off my…when he planned to show me his apartment I agreed and kept some of the supplies in his car while he placed the rest in mine.
We hugged each other tightly, not wanting to let go. I wish I could stay in his arms forever.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Our next destination was Abbey's apartment. Who would have believed a day like this would come?


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Part 2 (Episode 18)

~ Mary's POV ~

The sun was shining through the windows, lighting up the place I call my home. Despite the brightness, it felt dark; gloomy.

Most days I could hear the children outside my windows, playing with the sprinkles. Their giggles reached my ears, making me smile. And as their laughter continued until the late afternoon, when they were called home, I couldn’t help my thoughts, wondering if I had had a child, would they have fun? And when the dreamy thought came to my mind, I pushed it away.

That was the past, but why couldn’t I let it go?

It didn’t help that—along with my solemn thoughts, John had continued to avoid me. He’s even taking extra measures to pretend I didn’t exist. And when we lay in bed, he would turn the other way. I tried not to show how hurt I was, but often I’d find myself leaving the room to go into the bathroom and cry silently. And as I wept, I couldn’t help but ask myself.

Is this my punishment? My penance?

I knew I shouldn’t cry over something so silly. I hurt and angered John by saying no to having children. Though he refused to acknowledge it, I knew. Maybe I should've said yes, but then I would still be miserable, pretending to want a baby and constantly having sex that I don’t enjoy. Just for me to sneak off in the middle of the night to take a plan B pill.

The fact that I did that for months was pure insanity. But I had a feeling that if I said no, then — well, I’d be in the situation that I’m in now.

Although John and I were in a rough patch, Abbey and I wasn’t. In fact, we’ve grown closer. Whenever John was at work and I didn’t have a client to attend to, Abbey and I would meet. The man was so nice, sweet, and thoughtful. He showed it every time we met through his actions and words.

Despite us keeping the friend boundary in place, I have noticed the times when his eyes lingered. I felt the burn of his gaze each time we greeted one another. And the times I would have to leave, he didn’t want to go.
I knew it was wrong of me to continue seeing him. But he was providing something John hadn’t in such a long time.

Happiness.

Unadulterated happiness. Although I tried to fight the feeling, I couldn’t escape my want for Abbey. Am I wrong to say he has treated me better than my husband?

That I wish he was my hus..No. No, I shouldn’t. Don’t go there, Mary.
I was losing my mind. A large part of me wanted to stop seeing him. I knew that I should fall victim to a broken heart. A shaky breath escaped me, a surge of anxiety rushing forth at the thought.

What is wrong with me? I asked myself this question every day, wishing that I didn’t feel this way. Wishing that I never met the man who calls me his friend. Though each time he greets me with those words, I thought of someone else.

Someone else.

No, no, no! It’s bad enough I’m fantasizing about one man behind my husband's back and to add another to the list… A man I didn’t know his name. I was really silly; so silly that when I sleep, I think about that night. How his hands clung to my waist, guiding me as we danced. Wishing I had ground my hips harder on the man just to feel the print beneath his trousers.

God! That man was handsome, and he smelled so good. I remember doing my best to make sure he hadn’t noticed me sniffing him as I lay my head beneath his shoulder. The man was cute, like Abbey in a way except he was darker and seemed to have more muscles, judging by the thickness of his thighs, arms, and chest. He wasn’t massive, but he was a solid man.

A man I was sure that’s capable of getting down with any woman. He was also charming and infuriating at the same time. Yeah, I was positive he found someone to have sex with that night. Not that I wanted us to be intimate anyway.
I said as much to Confort when we got back to her place. She seemed to have been having a ball as I shared myself for grinding on a stranger.

“I told you to have fun, not sex it up on the dance floor!” she laughed.

“Comfort.” I sighed, yet baffled by my actions. I'll blame it on the alcohol if John ever finds out which he won’t.

“Cheer up, we’re home,” she chuckled, then went towards her room. “You can put your ring on now. I'm going to wash this sweat off my body!”

And when she left, I looked toward my ring. I remember how I felt as I looked at it. The small ring glinting in the light beckoned me to put it back on. I stood there, staring at it, wondering what a married woman shouldn’t. But then I pushed through my hesitancy because I love my husband I would do almost everything for him if he asked.

He never had to beg me. I would always give whatever he wanted; whatever he desired.

Yet it was never enough. I was never enough. And so before I slid the ring on my finger, I put it down again —using my other hand to cover my mouth as a sob bubbled up. Maybe I was just drunk or high on adrenaline. I wasn’t sure.
But I could have sworn I felt a piece of me wane as if tired. So, after a brief moment of weakness, I thought about listening to it.

***

Now, here I sit, weeks later, sitting across from my husband eating the dinner I just made. Fiddling with my wedding ring, hearing him eat while I didn’t bother with my plate. I wasn’t hungry. My appetite was long forgotten as the house become soggy since his arrival. I glanced up, looking at the man I call mine. I cleared my throat once, twice, to capture his attention.
Once the noise of his fork stopped scrapping the plate, I knew I had his attention, so I asked him.

“Do you still love?”

Silence.

The air was too tense to move or even breathe. Seconds ticked by as I awaited his answer. I saw him shift in his seat as he met my stare head-on. Neither of us broke eye contact as I stared at him hopefully while he looked on, blankly.
Suddenly, he stood up from his chair and made his way over to me.

My heart thumped painfully against my chest as he walked toward me. His steps shuddered against the floor. And Just when he reached me, he chose to walk past, taking my hope with him. I squeezed my eyes tight —angry with myself for thinking he would…

“Are you coming or what?”

Huh?

I turned in my seat, staring at him wide-eyed. He stood waiting on the steps for me to join him. Looking at me suggestively and my heart did a flip. Some part of me knew I was being foolish to follow, but he was my husband. I love him. And so, with nerves fluttering in my belly, I got up and went toward him.

When I reached him, he grabbed my hand and led us into the room, where he had his way with me for however long he wanted. Something I don't even enjoy.

Then, after he finished, he lay for a while before he rolled over onto his side and fell asleep.

That night, I stared at the ceiling with his seed still coating my thighs, crying silently. For the first time, I lay there, wishing to be loved by anyone who wasn’t my husband. And when my lashes fluttered closed that night, I knew that there was no point.

I didn’t deserve to be loved, anyway. At least, those were the words, he said once he came inside me.

My mind was now focused on meeting with Abbey the following day. I can't wait to see him. I was able to fall asleep that night by thinking about him.


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royalguy123:
The things that easily destroy friendship are
**Drinks
**Money
**WOMEN
I am afraid of the outcome when dancer sees who Abbey is lusting and behaving cherry cherry for
Op that's a good twist in the story line you've gotten here
Kudos keep it coming back to back

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Part 2 (Episode 17)


~ Stranger's POV ~

I've encountered many women throughout my time at the club. Some of them were more attractive than the woman who abandoned the dance I was enjoying with her. They had bigger asses, slimmer waists, and bigger breasts. But somehow, someway, they don’t stand out to me as much as she was. The woman whose name I know not, but wish I did. Just so I could sleep with her.

She was beautiful with skin just as dark as mine but more smooth compared to my rugged self. Her long legs shone as she danced in the tight-ass dress that hugged her body. Sticking to her like a second skin, her breasts heaving with every exhale. She was damn sexy.

I wanted her but had no way of finding the woman. When she ran off with her friend, I tried to keep up. Pushing my way through the crowd, but when I made it out of the club doors, she disappeared. It was as if she was a ghost. How did they disappear so quickly without traces? She was in heels for God’s sake! And if I did, what would I say to her?

“Hey, I followed you outside to get your number?”

That’s weird. She would have me. Well, nevertheless, she didn’t tell me her name.

I didn’t tell her mine either, but that’s because I didn’t get the chance to. I planned to do so after seducing her into my bed, but unfortunately, that didn’t work out.
So, with a semi-hard d!ck, I decided to go back into the club to find someone else. Maybe that would make me forget about the runaway woman.

I thought wrong.

I found somebody to replace her, yes. But that night as I held the girl’s hips and pounded into their cunt, I thought of how the runaway woman felt. How small she felt in my arms and the softness of her skin as I touched her. I didn’t even cum last night because I could hardly get hard. I was thinking of the woman too much while having sex with another who I didn’t want. So I dipped and ended up coming home.

Now, here I lay in bed, the next morning staring up at my ceiling, wishing that I had gotten the woman’s number before she left. I rolled over and face-planted into the pillow, bunching it up in my hand with one woman. She’s the same as any other woman, I tried to convince myself. She has beautiful dark locs, pretty brown eyes, the scents, and now I’m hard thinking about her. I groaned into the pillow again loudly.

“What's got you humping your sheets?” The insufferable man I call my best friend called out.

I didn’t even hear his footsteps or the creek of my door as he came into my room which could be because I stuffed my face into a pillow.

I turned my head to face him. He stood at the door with his arms crossed, wearing a smirk on his face. His eyes glinted in amusement as he looked down at me.

“I wasn’t humping anything,” I told him.
“If you say so,” he shrugged. It was then that I noticed he was dressed casually as if he was going out. His face was clean-shaven and seemed brighter. Someone was in a good mood.

“Going somewhere?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Going out with Mary,” he answered.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Ever since he’s been seeing that woman he told me about, he’s been cheery, more cheery than his usual self. It was nice to see my friend happy but he was happy with a married woman.

I didn’t understand him. Why did he keep seeing her? I guess my face must have changed because his smile slipped.

“Relax. We're friends.”

“I see. Friends who f**k each other,” I told him, repositioning myself.

My dog hung from my neck as I sat up to face him, and placed my feet on the floor while I saw him come closer, his brow furrowing.

“I haven’t touched her…”

“You will,” I interrupted.

“That’s how it starts, Abbey. You become friends and then you f**k each other behind her husband's back. Do you really want to tear their marriage apart? What’s even your mission in her life?”

His gaze hardened as he clenched his jaw. I love Abbey, he’s like a brother to me. We practically grew up with each other. Since we were young, he’s always been intelligent and level-headed. I was the one who got into trouble the most, not him.
So, seeing him going against his morals over someone's wife didn’t sit right with me. No woman should have the power to control a man in such a way, and captives him. Yet here he was, being controlled by the devil.
So, being the brother that I am, I have to tell him the truth.

“You'll f**k her eventually, Abbey. And when she’s done playing with you, she’ll run right back to her husband,” I paused, looking up at him as we met each other’s stare evenly.

“You light up anytime you mention her. You smile at the thought of this woman.”

“She is…,” he tried to speak, but I shook my head.

“Different. She is.” He said.

“Abbey, she'll hurt you.” This time, I stared at him with pity. I sighed. “You’ll be a fool to fall in love with her,” I added.

He flinched and I felt terrible for hurting him. But he has to see I was trying to help him. I didn’t want Abbey to experience such kind of heartbreak. He was too nice, too kind to be wounded by someone who was never his. He might be angry with me, he'll scream at me. I’d be dammed if he makes a mistake as big as this.

The room remained silent for a while before Abbey left the room without a word. And when I called for him, he didn’t respond, I blew out a breath.

How did he get entangled with this so-called married woman?


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Part 2 (Episode 16)


~ Mary's POV ~

Friday ***

“Are you sure this dress will fit me?” For the tenth time, I asked Comfort. I was at her apartment getting ready to go out. I did my makeup along with my hair which I pinned to the side. I liked having my locs loose, but out of my face, so I could see a dress I wasn’t sure I could fix.

The dress looked tiny compared to my small, skinny frame.
“Yes!” she yelled outside of the bathroom door. “Stop being scared to look hot and just put it on. I'm almost done with my hair.”

Following her advice, I put on the dress. It wasn’t as much of a struggle as I thought it would be. Instead, it slipped right on. After making sure I had it on, I turned toward the bathroom mirror.

Oh, my John would kill me if he saw me wearing this in public. It has a cutout bodycon; a slit dress that showed off my thigh, the tops of my breasts, and a bit of my stomach. It was snug, but it wasn’t constricting. Although I wasn’t used to wearing something as revealing as this, I did look nice. The dress clung to the figure I had, including my butt. I turned in the mirror, admiring myself.

I felt sexy.

I did one… once-over before exiting the bathroom. I found Comfort puffing out her fro' as I walked toward her room. When she heard my approach, she turned and then gasped. Her eyes widened at the sight of me.

“Girl, you look good!”
“Thank you,” I replied shyly. “And you too.”

Comfort was dressed in a trouser and a crop top that made her stand out. Her hair framed her face in ginger waves. She gave me a wink before she grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room.

We went into the kitchen where she let my hand go. I watched her as she went through her cabinets before pulling out a bottle of liquor.
The next thing she did was get two shot glasses. She dropped one before me before filing it up, doing the same for hers.

“To best friends!” she cheered, and we clinked glasses and then threw back the shots. The drink tasted like acid.

“Um, Comfort, what kind of drink is this?” I asked her wishing to get rid of the taste.

“I have no idea, but I know you don’t like the taste,” we laughed.

We had some time before leaving. We just took some time chatting and drinking. I had already told John days prior that I’d be going out. And I’ll most likely spend the night at Comfort's house. He acted as though he could care less. It hurt my feelings, but I just shrugged it off. I knew he was still mad at me.

No, I’m not going to kill the mood thinking about my husband. My marriage for that matter.

“So…..,” Comfort trailed off.
“So…. What?” I laughed.

“Did you tell your husband the truth?” And I thought I’d be the mood killer. I grabbed the bottle of liquor and poured myself a drink. I instantly threw back the shot before pouring myself another.

“Is that bad?” she asked.
I nodded.

“My husband isn’t talking to me,” I answered her question. Her brows raised in alarm.
“I'm sorry, Mary.”

“Me too. I don’t mean to dampen…”
“No, no…It's okay. It’s just a lot I know. It’s my fault for agreeing in the first place and then hiding the truth.”

“It takes two to make those choices. You said yes because he was pushing you to after what happened,” she placed a comforting hand on mine. Comfort wasn’t talking about my miscarriage since she had no idea I ever had one. No, she was talking about what caused it. If she knew everything that had happened, including my miscarriage, she would kill John. And I wouldn’t want to see her talk trash about my husband.

“You know what? Just forget everything!”
“Huh?” her outburst confused me.

“Tonight, you aren’t Maryjane. You’re Mary the hardest," she hailed me.
“Really?”

Comfort sighed. “You have one night to let loose and have fun. “Don’t worry about anything going on outside of this night. Your marriage, job, and even that new friend. Let it all go for one night.”
Her eyes shifted to the wedding ring I wore on my finger. The one I never took off unless I was doing the dishes. The one time I didn’t, and it almost fell into the drain. Despite its small size, its weight was heavy.

I looked back to Comfort, hesitant. “Now, I'm not saying go act single. I'm only suggesting to leave your burdens behind for one night.”

John would be mad if I took off my ring. But John wasn’t there, my mind whispered.

Besides, it was only a night. He would never know I took it off. I placed it on the counter where I knew it would be when I come back. The smile on my face was unsure. Although I was nervous about not wearing my ring, my body wasn’t as tense as it was seconds ago.
In fact, I felt lighter.

We eventually left.

***

I could listen to music from outside the club. The words not penetrating through the building, but the bass was. Despite the night air, it wasn’t cold outside as Comfort and I walked in our heels towards the doors that had a line and bouncers who stood outside.

Soon as we reached there, Comfort grabbed my hand and had us skipping the line to one of the bouncers. She spoke to them while one of them complained. Sometimes I forgot Comfort was an outgoing person who knew people. The bouncer let us in with a big smile and we grinned at each other.

Instantly, I felt warm air and the strobe lights brightened the dark room. It seemed to be more than thirty people in the club tonight, and plenty more that I couldn’t count. The place was big with an upstairs area that was for VIPs, lounges on both sides that were closed off unless you paid for them, and a large bar that we were heading to.
My heels clacked along the floor as I followed Comfort. Moving past people who were either drinking or dancing.

The moment we got there, Comfort ordered two shots of Hennessey, our turn-up drink. I sat down on an empty seat while waiting for it. In no time, the bartender handed us our shots to which Comfort and I clinked glasses and then threw them back.

“Whew!” Exclaimed Comfort.

I held back a wince as the alcohol reached the back of my throat. We ordered four more shots before she took my hand and headed to the dance floor. The Dj seemed to be doing a good job tonight as he was playing popular songs.

Comfort and I started moving our bodies to the music. Reaching my hands up towards the sky as I shuffled left to right, front to back.
I was feeling the beat, and a lazy smile appeared on my face. I had forgotten how much fun it was to dance, to lose myself in the moment and let go of my inhibitions.

Sweat formed on my brow as I exercised my body. I didn’t know how much time had passed or how many songs I had. But I had to give Comfort credit. This was a good idea.

Currently, Comfort and I were dancing back to back, moving our waists as a small crowd formed around us. Years ago, I used to thrive on moments such as these, feelings from the eyes of every stranger while I closed my eyes and let my body move. I didn’t know it at the time, but my body was hypnotic and sexy. I was skinny, with a flat stomach, perky breasts, and a nice ass to go with it.

I was too thin with nothing to show for it. Except for John. Then again, I might not be skinny after all since he comments frequently about how I was gaining too much. I didn’t know what to think. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, it was hard for me to tell anymore.
Feeling my mood dampen, I slowed down my dancing and turned to Comfort before patting her on her shoulder.

“I need to get a drink,” I yelled so she could hear me above the music. She nodded.

“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.

I didn’t want her to worry.

Comfort shook her head and started to dance again. While I headed toward the bar, squeezing past people. When I pushed past the crowd, I made my way to the bar and sat on a bar stool.

I asked the bartender for a Smirnoff ice, which he gave me quickly. As I sat sipping my drink, I surveyed the crowd. Through the throng of people, I could see Comfort having the time of her life while people around her cheered her on. It was an exciting sight to see and I laughed as she started body rolling.

Finishing my drink, I asked the bartender for water. I sat the glass down on the bar and my hand captured my attention. I looked down at it, frowning. My wedding finger felt naked without my ring. There has never been a time when I haven’t been wearing it for hours at a time. I never took it off.

“That was quite a show you put out there,” the scratchy sound of a man's voice had me lifting my head. Sounding as if he smoked cigars on a regular. I shifted my focus to the right side where the voice came from.

Just from seeing him, I know I was right. It was a young man who probably was in his late forties, dressed in what looked like an expensive outfit.
He placed his hand atop one another on the counter, with a thick gold ring shining on his finger. He grinned at me, cockily.

Here we go, I mentally sighed.

“Thanks,” I responded, not wanting to entertain him.

“Why sit here all alone? Do you need a dance partner?”
“No, thank you,” I told him, turning away. Yet he still didn’t get the hint. I saw him move closer out of the corner of my eye.

“But….,” before I could interrupt him myself, another voice spoke.
“I believe she said no,” a deep baritone of a man's voice perked my ears. “Can you just go?”

When I turned around, it surprised me to see the man actually go away like he was afraid of the new voice I heard.

After he left, I faced the voice of the man who spoke up to me and my eyes widened. He was a dark-skinned man with a side beard. He wore a black shirt and black trousers with three buttons on his shirt opened, showing off a bit of his toned chest.
There he stood, tall and proud with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Despite his casual stance, the man reeked of confidence, which he should have because he was highly attractive. Permit to say he was cute.

Oh! God, what is wrong with me?
Swallowing down my nerves, I spoke, “Thank you,” he dipped his head in acknowledgment.

“No thanks needed.” He came closer to me, so we wouldn’t have to speak louder at each other.
“But a dance would be nice compensation?”
“Oh! Really? I quirked a brow.

“You know,” he shrugged, playing it cool.
“For saving you and all,” he motioned to the bartender and asked for a shot. The bartender left to get it while our conversation continued.

“Saved me? I can’t call that saving. Besides, I had it handled.”

The nerves of this man though. What a cheap way to manipulate me. I scoffed.
“What's the problem? Are you scared I might out-dance you?”

Don’t say it, Mary. Don’t say it! He’s doing it on purpose. Just walk away… I heard a voice in my head.

I leaned closer to him. “You could never out-dance me,” I glared. I knew I set myself up when he nodded, then picked up his shot glass. He threw it back, swallowed the alcohol, and slammed it on the counter before leaning infinitely closer to me. The man smirked in front of my face, egging me on further.

“Prove it.”

Ugh. I wanted to slap the smirk off his face. I stood up abruptly, practically marching to the dance floor with him right on my heel. A new song was beginning to play, so I started moving to the beat as I moved through the crowd.
When I reached the perfect spot to feel the bass thrum through my body, I turned.
There he stood, watching me with his dark brown eyes. Seemingly in a trance.

My heart thumped.

I smiled at him before I started swaying to the music again. Moving my shoulders, arms, and waist as I danced. I beckoned him closer to me and he approached at arm’s length.

“You’re just standing there,” I yelled over the music.
“I thought you were a better dancer?” I taunted him, laughing. Not bothering to wait for a response, I turned the other way and began dancing.

Damn! I felt so free and light!

I had forgotten how much I loved this, I don’t know why I ever stopped having fun. Why I became so boring, but I didn’t have to worry about that now. I was happy now and tipsy. I forgot drinks had a way of sneaking up on me.
Before I could ponder on it, I felt the presence of another person behind my back, swaying along with the music. I didn’t have to look back to know it was the man from earlier. His alcoholic scent breeching my nose despite the surrounding crowd.

I turned around to face him again and was met with his chest, just seeing the height difference. His body was moving to the beat along with mine. I looked up and saw him grinning down at me. He held out his hand to me, causing me to look at it curiously.

“I still have to prove that I am better.”

I rolled my eyes and accepted his hand. I don’t know if it was the drinks we had earlier, but I wanted to have fun. Once I took his hand, we danced for a while, our bodies matched each other's energy as sweat formed on our foreheads. He swayed me around and I had the time of my life.

Somehow, later on, we had yet to separate from each other. It was as if we couldn’t stop dancing. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t sure how, but we ended up with him dancing behind my back as I leaned on him.

Grinding on each other, then swaying to the music once it slowed. His hands were on my lips as he swayed them how he wanted them to be. I turned my head, glancing up at the man and our eyes met. His brown eyes lit in the darkened room as we stayed, pressed together.

I wanted to feel guilty being in another man's arms, but my mind couldn’t focus. Maybe I was too tipsy to care. But it wasn’t like I was going to see the man again. It was just for tonight.

Besides, no man had danced with me like this before. I’ve tried to convince John to dance with me once, but he would rather be struck at the bar. But this man was different. I felt something different dancing with him.

Electric.

“Hey,” a voice broke me out of my thought. I moved my eyes away from the man and faced Comfort. She had beads of sweat down her face and she gave me a silly smirk.

I untangled myself from the man as fast as I could, sobering up. “Looks like I need to come back later,” Comfort said.

“No, no,” I cut her off. What was I doing? Dancing with a man in such a way.
“We're leaving. Thanks for the dance!” I told him before grabbing Comfort's arm and hightailing it out of there. I knew it was rude, but what I just did was worse. Throwing myself at a stranger! I was such a fool. A married fool!

“Wait,” the man shouted, but I pulled Comfort as she stumbled, trying to keep up with me through the crowd, trying to lose the man in the process. I heard him shout again, but I paid him no attention. All I knew was that we had to leave.
I shouldn’t have taken the damn ring off.

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Part 2 (Episode 16)


~ Mary's POV ~

Friday ***

“Are you sure this dress will fit me?” For the tenth time, I asked Comfort. I was at her apartment getting ready to go out. I did my makeup along with my hair which I pinned to the side. I liked having my locs loose, but out of my face, so I could see a dress I wasn’t sure I could fix.

The dress looked tiny compared to my small, skinny frame.
“Yes!” she yelled outside of the bathroom door. “Stop being scared to look hot and just put it on. I'm almost done with my hair.”

Following her advice, I put on the dress. It wasn’t as much of a struggle as I thought it would be. Instead, it slipped right on. After making sure I had it on, I turned toward the bathroom mirror.

Oh, my John would kill me if he saw me wearing this in public. It has a cutout bodycon; a slit dress that showed off my thigh, the tops of my breasts, and a bit of my stomach. It was snug, but it wasn’t constricting. Although I wasn’t used to wearing something as revealing as this, I did look nice. The dress clung to the figure I had, including my butt. I turned in the mirror, admiring myself.

I felt sexy.

I did one… once-over before exiting the bathroom. I found Comfort puffing out her fro' as I walked toward her room. When she heard my approach, she turned and then gasped. Her eyes widened at the sight of me.

“Girl, you look good!”
“Thank you,” I replied shyly. “And you too.”

Comfort was dressed in a trouser and a crop top that made her stand out. Her hair framed her face in ginger waves. She gave me a wink before she grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room.

We went into the kitchen where she let my hand go. I watched her as she went through her cabinets before pulling out a bottle of liquor.
The next thing she did was get two shot glasses. She dropped one before me before filing it up, doing the same for hers.

“To best friends!” she cheered, and we clinked glasses and then threw back the shots. The drink tasted like acid.

“Um, Comfort, what kind of drink is this?” I asked her wishing to get rid of the taste.

“I have no idea, but I know you don’t like the taste,” we laughed.

We had some time before leaving. We just took some time chatting and drinking. I had already told John days prior that I’d be going out. And I’ll most likely spend the night at Comfort's house. He acted as though he could care less. It hurt my feelings, but I just shrugged it off. I knew he was still mad at me.

No, I’m not going to kill the mood thinking about my husband. My marriage for that matter.

“So…..,” Comfort trailed off.
“So…. What?” I laughed.

“Did you tell your husband the truth?” And I thought I’d be the mood killer. I grabbed the bottle of liquor and poured myself a drink. I instantly threw back the shot before pouring myself another.

“Is that bad?” she asked.
I nodded.

“My husband isn’t talking to me,” I answered her question. Her brows raised in alarm.
“I'm sorry, Mary.”

“Me too. I don’t mean to dampen…”
“No, no…It's okay. It’s just a lot I know. It’s my fault for agreeing in the first place and then hiding the truth.”

“It takes two to make those choices. You said yes because he was pushing you to after what happened,” she placed a comforting hand on mine. Comfort wasn’t talking about my miscarriage since she had no idea I ever had one. No, she was talking about what caused it. If she knew everything that had happened, including my miscarriage, she would kill John. And I wouldn’t want to see her talk trash about my husband.

“You know what? Just forget everything!”
“Huh?” her outburst confused me.

“Tonight, you aren’t Maryjane. You’re Mary the hardest," she hailed me.
“Really?”

Comfort sighed. “You have one night to let loose and have fun. “Don’t worry about anything going on outside of this night. Your marriage, job, and even that new friend. Let it all go for one night.”
Her eyes shifted to the wedding ring I wore on my finger. The one I never took off unless I was doing the dishes. The one time I didn’t, and it almost fell into the drain. Despite its small size, its weight was heavy.

I looked back to Comfort, hesitant. “Now, I'm not saying go act single. I'm only suggesting to leave your burdens behind for one night.”

John would be mad if I took off my ring. But John wasn’t there, my mind whispered.

Besides, it was only a night. He would never know I took it off. I placed it on the counter where I knew it would be when I come back. The smile on my face was unsure. Although I was nervous about not wearing my ring, my body wasn’t as tense as it was seconds ago.
In fact, I felt lighter.

We eventually left.

***

I could listen to music from outside the club. The words not penetrating through the building, but the bass was. Despite the night air, it wasn’t cold outside as Comfort and I walked in our heels towards the doors that had a line and bouncers who stood outside.

Soon as we reached there, Comfort grabbed my hand and had us skipping the line to one of the bouncers. She spoke to them while one of them complained. Sometimes I forgot Comfort was an outgoing person who knew people. The bouncer let us in with a big smile and we grinned at each other.

Instantly, I felt warm air and the strobe lights brightened the dark room. It seemed to be more than thirty people in the club tonight, and plenty more that I couldn’t count. The place was big with an upstairs area that was for VIPs, lounges on both sides that were closed off unless you paid for them, and a large bar that we were heading to.
My heels clacked along the floor as I followed Comfort. Moving past people who were either drinking or dancing.

The moment we got there, Comfort ordered two shots of Hennessey, our turn-up drink. I sat down on an empty seat while waiting for it. In no time, the bartender handed us our shots to which Comfort and I clinked glasses and then threw them back.

“Whew!” Exclaimed Comfort.

I held back a wince as the alcohol reached the back of my throat. We ordered four more shots before she took my hand and headed to the dance floor. The Dj seemed to be doing a good job tonight as he was playing popular songs.

Comfort and I started moving our bodies to the music. Reaching my hands up towards the sky as I shuffled left to right, front to back.
I was feeling the beat, and a lazy smile appeared on my face. I had forgotten how much fun it was to dance, to lose myself in the moment and let go of my inhibitions.

Sweat formed on my brow as I exercised my body. I didn’t know how much time had passed or how many songs I had. But I had to give Comfort credit. This was a good idea.

Currently, Comfort and I were dancing back to back, moving our waists as a small crowd formed around us. Years ago, I used to thrive on moments such as these, feelings from the eyes of every stranger while I closed my eyes and let my body move. I didn’t know it at the time, but my body was hypnotic and sexy. I was skinny, with a flat stomach, perky breasts, and a nice ass to go with it.

I was too thin with nothing to show for it. Except for John. Then again, I might not be skinny after all since he comments frequently about how I was gaining too much. I didn’t know what to think. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror, it was hard for me to tell anymore.
Feeling my mood dampen, I slowed down my dancing and turned to Comfort before patting her on her shoulder.

“I need to get a drink,” I yelled so she could hear me above the music. She nodded.

“Is everything ok?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.

I didn’t want her to worry.

Comfort shook her head and started to dance again. While I headed toward the bar, squeezing past people. When I pushed past the crowd, I made my way to the bar and sat on a bar stool.

I asked the bartender for a Smirnoff ice, which he gave me quickly. As I sat sipping my drink, I surveyed the crowd. Through the throng of people, I could see Comfort having the time of her life while people around her cheered her on. It was an exciting sight to see and I laughed as she started body rolling.

Finishing my drink, I asked the bartender for water. I sat the glass down on the bar and my hand captured my attention. I looked down at it, frowning. My wedding finger felt naked without my ring. There has never been a time when I haven’t been wearing it for hours at a time. I never took it off.

“That was quite a show you put out there,” the scratchy sound of a man's voice had me lifting my head. Sounding as if he smoked cigars on a regular. I shifted my focus to the right side where the voice came from.

Just from seeing him, I know I was right. It was a young man who probably was in his late forties, dressed in what looked like an expensive outfit.
He placed his hand atop one another on the counter, with a thick gold ring shining on his finger. He grinned at me, cockily.

Here we go, I mentally sighed.

“Thanks,” I responded, not wanting to entertain him.

“Why sit here all alone? Do you need a dance partner?”
“No, thank you,” I told him, turning away. Yet he still didn’t get the hint. I saw him move closer out of the corner of my eye.

“But….,” before I could interrupt him myself, another voice spoke.
“I believe she said no,” a deep baritone of a man's voice perked my ears. “Can you just go?”

When I turned around, it surprised me to see the man actually go away like he was afraid of the new voice I heard.

After he left, I faced the voice of the man who spoke up to me and my eyes widened. He was a dark-skinned man with a side beard. He wore a black shirt and black trousers with three buttons on his shirt opened, showing off a bit of his toned chest.
There he stood, tall and proud with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Despite his casual stance, the man reeked of confidence, which he should have because he was highly attractive. Permit to say he was cute.

Oh! God, what is wrong with me?
Swallowing down my nerves, I spoke, “Thank you,” he dipped his head in acknowledgment.

“No thanks needed.” He came closer to me, so we wouldn’t have to speak louder at each other.
“But a dance would be nice compensation?”
“Oh! Really? I quirked a brow.

“You know,” he shrugged, playing it cool.
“For saving you and all,” he motioned to the bartender and asked for a shot. The bartender left to get it while our conversation continued.

“Saved me? I can’t call that saving. Besides, I had it handled.”

The nerves of this man though. What a cheap way to manipulate me. I scoffed.
“What's the problem? Are you scared I might out-dance you?”

Don’t say it, Mary. Don’t say it! He’s doing it on purpose. Just walk away… I heard a voice in my head.

I leaned closer to him. “You could never out-dance me,” I glared. I knew I set myself up when he nodded, then picked up his shot glass. He threw it back, swallowed the alcohol, and slammed it on the counter before leaning infinitely closer to me. The man smirked in front of my face, egging me on further.

“Prove it.”

Ugh. I wanted to slap the smirk off his face. I stood up abruptly, practically marching to the dance floor with him right on my heel. A new song was beginning to play, so I started moving to the beat as I moved through the crowd.
When I reached the perfect spot to feel the bass thrum through my body, I turned.
There he stood, watching me with his dark brown eyes. Seemingly in a trance.

My heart thumped.

I smiled at him before I started swaying to the music again. Moving my shoulders, arms, and waist as I danced. I beckoned him closer to me and he approached at arm’s length.

“You’re just standing there,” I yelled over the music.
“I thought you were a better dancer?” I taunted him, laughing. Not bothering to wait for a response, I turned the other way and began dancing.

Damn! I felt so free and light!

I had forgotten how much I loved this, I don’t know why I ever stopped having fun. Why I became so boring, but I didn’t have to worry about that now. I was happy now and tipsy. I forgot drinks had a way of sneaking up on me.
Before I could ponder on it, I felt the presence of another person behind my back, swaying along with the music. I didn’t have to look back to know it was the man from earlier. His alcoholic scent breeching my nose despite the surrounding crowd.

I turned around to face him again and was met with his chest, just seeing the height difference. His body was moving to the beat along with mine. I looked up and saw him grinning down at me. He held out his hand to me, causing me to look at it curiously.

“I still have to prove that I am better.”

I rolled my eyes and accepted his hand. I don’t know if it was the drinks we had earlier, but I wanted to have fun. Once I took his hand, we danced for a while, our bodies matched each other's energy as sweat formed on our foreheads. He swayed me around and I had the time of my life.

Somehow, later on, we had yet to separate from each other. It was as if we couldn’t stop dancing. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t sure how, but we ended up with him dancing behind my back as I leaned on him.

Grinding on each other, then swaying to the music once it slowed. His hands were on my lips as he swayed them how he wanted them to be. I turned my head, glancing up at the man and our eyes met. His brown eyes lit in the darkened room as we stayed, pressed together.

I wanted to feel guilty being in another man's arms, but my mind couldn’t focus. Maybe I was too tipsy to care. But it wasn’t like I was going to see the man again. It was just for tonight.

Besides, no man had danced with me like this before. I’ve tried to convince John to dance with me once, but he would rather be struck at the bar. But this man was different. I felt something different dancing with him.

Electric.

“Hey,” a voice broke me out of my thought. I moved my eyes away from the man and faced Comfort. She had beads of sweat down her face and she gave me a silly smirk.

I untangled myself from the man as fast as I could, sobering up. “Looks like I need to come back later,” Comfort said.

“No, no,” I cut her off. What was I doing? Dancing with a man in such a way.
“We're leaving. Thanks for the dance!” I told him before grabbing Comfort's arm and hightailing it out of there. I knew it was rude, but what I just did was worse. Throwing myself at a stranger! I was such a fool. A married fool!

“Wait,” the man shouted, but I pulled Comfort as she stumbled, trying to keep up with me through the crowd, trying to lose the man in the process. I heard him shout again, but I paid him no attention. All I knew was that we had to leave.
I shouldn’t have taken the damn ring off.

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Dark Romance

Part 2

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Episode 15

The sound of an alarm blaring woke me from my sleep. I heard the shuffling of blankets and the creaking of our bed as John got up. He turned off the alarm a second later. Turning around to John's side, I sought him out in the room. He was across the room, looking down at his phone. I couldn’t see the expression on his face because of how dark it was. Only streams of the early morning rays slipped through our window blinds. The room was silent as I secretly gazed at my husband.

“I’m sorry,” my voice broke the silence in the quiet room. I saw his head lift and faced me. He placed his phone down on the wardrobe, not saying a word. I saw his head tilt toward the ceiling as he let out an inaudible sigh.

“Please, don’t be mad at me,” I begged.

After a beat of silence, I heard John's footsteps near. He stopped at the edge of the bed and then spoke.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

“I want us to talk about…”

“I don’t want to talk, Mary,” he interrupted, ending any protest I had.

Not wanting to upset him more than I already have, I complied. I slipped out of the covers and then took off my tank top and panties. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I was without clothes.

“Come here,” he said gently.

I shuffled over to him and heard him moving about. I heard the sound of his boxers dropping to the floor. His hand reached out to me as I moved closer. Once I came close enough, he paced a hand over my head, guiding me to his length. I opened my mouth when I felt his tip against my lips. He let out a groan as I started to please him with my mouth, sucking up and down slowly. That was until he wanted to set his own pace.

He gripped the back of my head to hold me still. I moaned to urge him so he could cum fast.

“Lift your ass,” he told me and I compiled. As soon as I was in position on my hands and knees, he pushed himself in, not bothering to check if I was wet enough. Not like it burned, but John's length wasn’t really big. I had gotten used to his size. Once he settled, his balls were against my ass, and he let out another groan. He didn’t move for a while, just breathed against me. I was confused and decided to look back.

“John?” I questioned.

It was unusual for him not to make love when he entered my body. It always started right off the bathroom. And although I didn’t get pleasure from sex with him, it was odd for him not to do anything.
When I tried to get a look at him, he was already staring at me. His eyes were lost for a moment as he stared and then I saw a single tear fall down his face. I gasped, which seemingly pulled him out of whatever trance he was in as he wiped at his eye.

“John.” I attempted to move, to pull away from his body but he wasn’t going to let me do so. He abruptly pulled me closer. Then he began to use my body the way he intended. He used one hand to grip my hips and the other to place my head down, and he speeded up as he f*vked me into the sheets.

“You wanted to talk.” His voice was hoarse and tinged with hurt.
“This is me talking.”

It was then I understood him. John was angry and wounded about last night. How I told him I wasn’t ready for another baby. I was scared that I would lose a child again. He said he wanted to fix what happened and that having a child was the way. I told him it wasn’t going to fix anything. It would make it worse.

So we argued all night we got tired of talking. It appears he was still angry, so he was taking his frustrations out on me. I felt him then. He’s my husband. I know when his body was ready to release as his d!ck swelled inside of my walls. I turned my head to the side so he could hear me clearly.

“Pull out,” I told him. Yet he continued to thrust harder. His rhythm losing its beat.
“Ouch!” he yelled, pulling out his d!ck. He flipped me over harshly, spread my legs open, then began to use his hand to bring him closer to his orgasm.

Moments later, he sprayed his seeds on my thighs, breasts, and on my belly. His mouth gasping as he came. He was panting heavily by the time he stopped jerking himself. I stared at him, my breasts heaving as I breathed and hot cum painted on them. He stared at them as if mesmerized before blinking. His eyes moved up to mine.

Resting his arms beside my head, he leaned over my body, slipping between my open thighs. Slowly, he put his d!ck inside of me, stroking me slowly. I brought one of my hands up to rest against his face.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered in the quiet room, save for the noises of our lovemaking and the slight squeak of our bed. The room started to get brighter as the sun
rose.

“I love you, John.”

He pulled me closer, exiting out of my body before slamming in. I let out a grunt, hearing the slapping of our skin.

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

***

“I'm guessing that he took the news well since you’re not dead,” Comfort said as soon as I answered the phone. I rolled my eyes, continuously washing the dishes as I placed the phone on the counter. Leaving it on the speaker so I could hear her. John was at work, so I wasn’t worried about him hearing anything. And if he was, he’d be far away from me. Seeing as he’s been avoiding me for the past week.

“Yea, I’m very much alive,” I chuckled. “Washing dishes, if you want to know,” I added jokingly.

“Oh! I see,” I heard shuffling on her end.
“But I have something far more appealing in mind,” she said.

Comfort was using a devious tone that reeked of trouble!

“I’m afraid to ask,” she cackled.
“What could it be?”

“Clubbing,” she said and I immediately replied no.
“Come on, Mary! We haven’t gone out for years now.”

“Comfort, I'm going to be thirty soon. What do I look like spending time at a club?”

“A housewife with an officer for a husband,” she replied flatly, causing me to sigh.
“Mary, please, I want to spend time with my best friend. And I know you could use a drink after dealing with whatever has been going on with you.

She wasn’t wrong anyway. Taking a moment to ponder on it, I said yes to her request. I couldn’t tell her No.
Comfort was excited that she told me not to bother thinking about the clothes to wear because she had the perfect outfit. She also said that we’ll be going out this coming Friday.

So I had a few days to doll myself up, meaning visiting the nail salon. After agreeing to meet at her place, I ended the call.

Although I disagreed with clubbing, it would be fun to hang loose. I miss my secondary school days when Comfort and I used to go dancing at several parties. It didn’t matter if we drank or not, as long as there was good music to dance to, we'd have fun. We’d often meet new people who would join us and become friends with us.

Speaking of friends, I hadn’t heard from Abbey in a while. I knew it was terrible for me to think of him after what John and I have been going through lately. But I had to admit I missed him. I missed seeing his smile and smelling his nice perfume.
Maybe I’ll give him a call..and just then, my phone rang. Speak of the devil!

Finishing my last dirty dish, I saw his name displayed on my phone. I dried off my hands quickly and then used my fingers to answer.

“Mary,” his voice filtered through the line.

“Abbey,” I breathed nervously.

“How have you been?”

My heart began to pound harshly and I couldn’t tell why. We were only having a regular conversation. Just hearing his voice had me quaking.

“I’ve been okay. How about you?”
“I feel better now that I'm talking to you,” I began to smile.

Stop it! Stop it! You are a married woman, I heard a voice in my head.

“Abbey, you certainly have a way with words,” I told him, still smiling over something so silly.

He laughed.

“I was calling because I want to see you again,” he said.

I paused.

I wanted to see him too, but I was conflicted. John and I were going through a rough patch. I finally admitted I didn’t want to have a baby right now, and he’s going to work more. I was happy that he’ll be less upset in the days coming up even though we weren’t doing anything.

I loved him and didn’t want to see him unhappy. Additionally, the house was starting to get depressing with him in such a foul mood. Maybe while he’s cooling off at work, I would be lifting my mood with Abbey.

I made my decision.

“How about we meet next week?” I asked him.



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Episode 14

Fair warning: this episode is quite long. Longer than every other episode.

~ Mary's POV ~

I was rambling about another man to my best friend. Although I knew she wouldn’t think badly of me, I thought the worst of myself. “Am I a horrible wife?” I felt tears up in my eyes.

“I've only known the man for a short time and I can’t stop thinking about him, Comfort. I can’t get him out of my mind. Whenever I’m with John, I start wishing I was with Abbey instead. What’s wrong with me?” A tear trailed down my face. I started crying and she pulled me into a hug.

“It’s okay shh, it’s okay,” she consoled me, rocking us back and forth lightly.
I felt terrible for ruining her joyous return to Lagos, but I had to let it out. The recent months have been consuming me, especially with my appointment looming over my head. It was bad enough that I’d done the opposite of getting pregnant.
But now I am lusting over another man. After a while of crying, I sniffed while she still had her arms around me. She used one hand to grab a tissue from the tissue bot and handed it to me. I took it gracefully and began drying my face.

“Listen to me,” she started. “John did worse shit.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Comfort,” I interrupted.

“I know, but he’s done shit worse than this. I'm not saying what you have going on is right, even though you two agreed on friends. But..” she paused.

“Mary, if this man is making you feel this way after only a few short meetings, why not see where it goes.”

“You're not just saying that because you hate John, right?” I joked and blew into the tissue.

“So, what if I am?” she shrugged a bit, and I cracked a smile. “I don’t hate your husband. I just hate what he’s done to you.”

Nodding at her, from her point of view, I could understand. If her partner had done half the stuff he’s done to me, I’d want to take up for my friend. Luckily, Ikenna was the best of his kind.

“I knew he was this way since the moment we met. I could see right through him.” I gave her a look, but she continued. “And I know you don’t want to hear this, but maybe you should try to talk John out of having kids now. You wouldn’t want him to find out about the pills himself. Just tell him you are stressed or something. He’s dumb to believe it.” She mumbled the last part, but I still heard her.

“Comfort!” I gasped.
“It slipped out, sorry,” but she didn’t sound sorry at all.

“As I said, test out the waters with Abbey. See if the way he acts sticks or if it’s a front. You can remain friends or…” She let the sentence hang before she put up her pointer finger and used her other hand to form a circle. She stuck her pointer finger through the ‘hole’ to indicate sex. I rolled my eyes and swatted her hands away as she burst out laughing. Once her laughter stopped, I nodded my head.

“Ok,” I agreed.

“But my dear,” he looked me directly in my eyes, turning serious. “You need to make a decision regardless if you choose to do whatever with your side man or not. You need to figure out what you truly want in your life. A marriage you aren’t happy in or yourself. Remember, you don’t owe John anything and you deserve happiness.”

I didn’t respond as I thought of the words she spoke. I wasn’t upset or anything of the sort. I was happy that I had Comfort. She always told me the truth and listened to me when she was able to. She was right in many ways. I had to think of what I wanted my future to look like. I was beginning to get tired of my life with John, though I was afraid to admit it. He’s all I really know besides Comfort. I honestly didn’t know how to be alone after being thrown out of the orphanage, I was struggling. I didn’t know how to do things until John came along and I somehow fell for him.

Since meeting Abbey, I've realized a few things. One is that I don’t think John fully loved me. He’s never complimented me as much as Abbey has or thanked me for all I do as his wide. For sticking up for him and holding him down. Sure, we’ve had great moments through the years, but my belly didn’t flutter when he was around anymore. All I felt now was an eerie feeling of dread.

***

It was the day of our appointment with the fertility specialist. I was so nervous as I made breakfast for us. I was already dressed and ready, feeling less enthusiastic for the day.

However, I noticed John seemed to be in a good mood. He took off from work so he could be there with me. A part of me was happy he took off for my sake, but another was bummed. I couldn’t lie about me being there when I didn’t go. I thought of a thousand ways to get out of this appointment, but none of them stuck. I had to put on a brave face and bear the weight of today.

Along with the dreaded appointment, Comfort's words still rang in my ears. She was correct that I had to choose. But the thought of leaving John made me feel nauseous. I was afraid to leave him and face what was out there in the world. I didn’t want to be alone like I was at the age of eighteen. The fact that I was entertaining the idea itself hardly sat right.

How could I leave the man who had given me everything? And the thought of that made me feel weak as a woman. Comfort said I didn’t owe him, but I did. He helped me, saved me, and loved me for the clueless young woman that I was. I didn't know better.

My thoughts astounded me as my mind traveled to the face of Abbey, picturing his face in my mind, my heart pumped harder. No, no, I just met him and we are friends. Nothing more, I told myself.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around my waist as John hugged me from behind. He leaned his head on my shoulder before kissing my cheek.

“Mary,” he sang in my ear before biting it gently. He started to land kisses on my ear before moving down to my neck.

“John,” I warned lightly. I wasn’t in the mood for sex and I knew during appointments like the one we were about going, we would do many tests. Tests such as a pap smear. It would be embarrassing if they saw my husband's seed leaking from me as they do the test.

“We can’t have sex before the appointment.”
“Why?” he groaned.
“Because they'll know we had sex before coming,” I pulled away from him.

Grabbing plates from the cabinet, I started placing the food I cooked on them. I handed a plate to John before getting mine ready.

“Fine,” he said. “But after the appointment, I want you in our bed.”

I held back a sigh, keeping my back turned from him. John was being playful for once, but I wasn’t in the mood. It was odd to see him excited when he has anything but happy the past few months. I felt bad that I was a part of his unhappiness, but I was still unsure about having a kid with him. John wasn’t a bad man, but with everything that’s happened in our marriage. I was unsure.

Is this the life I want?

***
Pulling up to the hospital, John parked in front of the building. It was still early in the morning, so there weren’t many cars around. Most probably belonging to the people who work here. We got out of the car before heading in. When we entered, I noticed two other people waiting separately in the waiting room.

John and I walked up to the front desk with a woman clacking on her keyboard. It took us less than a minute to check in with him before we were sitting in chairs in the waiting room. The woman had told us we would be attended to shortly. It was one of those big and equipped hospitals in the heart of Lagos.

As the moments ticked by, my hands had gotten clammy. My anxiety was beginning to make an appearance. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. Once my heart went back to being calm, I glanced at John.

He was watching the news on the television while his leg bounced. It seemed I wasn’t the only one nervous. I placed my hand on his thigh reassuring, to quell his shaking. His attention turned to me.

Before he had a chance to speak, a voice gained our attention.

“John's family?” They asked, and we rose from our seats. A woman in scrubs held a folder in her hand. “Hello, please, follow me.”

We followed the woman to the back room, with John in the front and me at the back.
Soon enough, she let us into a small room that had a medical bed with a long sheet of white paper laying on it. There were also two chairs sitting in the corner of the room.

Lastly, there was a system and medical desk stationed by the medical bed on the wall. “It's nice to meet you both. What’s your appointment all about?”

“I’m… we are trying to have a child and we have been having trouble,” I told her.
“How long have you two been trying to conceive?” She began to type away on her system.

“Close to a year now, John spoke up. He moves closer and seated himself in one of the chairs. The woman nodded and she asked a lot of questions, such as menstrual cycle, irregularities or discomfort, my sexual history, surgeries,s and the number of times Joh would chime in. She also asked John about his medical history which he answered.

After answering, she told me they would be doing tests to determine what was wrong. She then handed me a medical gown to change into. As soon as she left the room, I got off the bed and began to UnCloth. All I could focus on was the ceiling above us and the light in the room. My eyes were beginning to strain from looking at the light for too long.

However, it was better than focusing on what was happening between my legs. John was sitting in the exact spot from earlier, and I could feel his gaze on me. I knew it was normal for women to do this, but it was so awkward. Although I didn’t like appointments like this, I knew it was important to get checked.

Luckily, my doctor was an older and kind woman. The minute she came into the room earlier, she greeted me warmly before telling me what was going to take place. I heard the squeak of her chair as she rolled away. I brought my gaze down to see her reach her medical desk. She placed the Q-tip that was on me into a tube. She then grabbed a metal object that had me throwing my head back to see the ceiling.

I knew what it was immediately and a large part of me wished I wasn’t here. I heard her make her way toward me again, and she placed a gentle touch on my leg to gain my attention.

“Alright, Mrs. John,” she paused as she got her tools ready.
“I'm going to use this tool to loom inside of your vagina just to get a look at your cervix and check for any infection. Please, do let me know at any time if you are in pain or uncomfortable and I will immediately stop,” she told me.

I nodded, then saw her coat the tool in lube. I looked back up at the ceiling once I saw her begin to insert the instrument inside of me.

When I first went to LUTH, I mean Lagos State Teaching Hospital. I panicked seeing the metal tool. I felt naïve that day, but my doctor at that time was excellent and John was by my side. He wanted me to get checked before we get married, even though I didn’t know it was something I had to do. At that time, he waited outside, but during the next few years, he would sit right beside me. Unlike now, where he sat across the room.

A few minutes passed before she removed the tool and got ready for the last step of the exam, which was to check my uterus, cervix, and ovaries. After changing her gloves, she lubed them before inserting two fingers inside me. She used her other hand and placed it below my stomach, pressing gently. It was weird, feeling her gloved fingers inside me as she felt for anything out of place.

Before I knew it, she was done. She placed her tools away first and then came over to help lift my feet out of the straps. I pulled down the gown when my legs were free and then sat up.

“Ok, Mrs. John, the last thing we’ll do today is your blood test and then you’ll be free to go. It will take a few weeks for the tests to get back, but we’ll give you a call as soon as possible. Do you have any questions?”
I saw John hesitate a moment before he spoke up.

“Would a…,” he swallowed harshly. “Would a previous miscarriage affect our chances of having a child?”

I blinked once before the doctor’s voice brought me back to focus. My eyes blurred slightly as I fought the urge to release a tear. I tightened my hands, balling them into fists by my side. I wasn’t expecting him to mention that.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye as I ducked my head low, anger burning inside of me.

“How long ago did this occur?” asked the doctor.
I felt John's gaze shift to me, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to. I never wanted to come here in the first place. I never wanted to come here in the first place. Why would he mention that?..

“A year and a half ago,” he answered.

***
I slammed the car door shut with more force than necessary. John followed behind me as I walked toward our home. I unlocked the door with my keys, not bothering to hold it open for him as I walked inside.

As I walked inside the kitchen, I heard his footsteps behind me. I immediately opened the refrigerator to grab a water bottle.

“Mary,” he called out, but I ignored him. I didn’t speak to him while he drove us home and didn’t plan for the rest of the day. Holding the bottle in my hand, I exited the kitchen to go to the bedroom.

“You are being childish.”
“Me?” I whirled around and then scoffed.

I wasn’t going to get into a fight with him. I just wanted to lie down. I continued walking towards our room and the moment I got there, I slammed the door in his face, locking it so he couldn’t enter.

“Mary,” the door handle jiggled. “Open the door,” he said.
“Just go away,” I told him. I didn’t want to fight with him about what happened.

The rational part of my brain was telling me that it was something the doctor needed to know. But the other hated the reminder that I had a miscarriage. Oh! God.

I eventually unlocked the door and ran inside the bathroom to get to the toilet. Just as I opened the lid of the water closet and bent on my knees, I threw up. My body lurched as the food I ate that morning came out. I groaned as I sat hunched over the toilet. Perhaps the recent events had caught up to me or I just ate something bad.

I knew I was being selfish, I was putting myself in an uncomfortable position just because I didn’t want to tell John the truth. And the truth was literally lurking out of me. Painfully, my stomach rolled and I tasted bile on my tongue. Not only were my lies and guilt eating at me, but when John mentioned the loss… It hurt. It still hurts and clearly, I was so affected by what happened that I was sick from the memory.

I never wanted to mention it again. I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted to leave it in the past as if it never happened. I didn’t even tell Comfort about it. Only John knew about it.

I heard the sound of feet flattering against the floor. However, I was exhausted from puking to loom behind me. Though I already knew it was John. I heard him grab a clean rag from the drawer at the sink before he wet it.

Then he bent down to my level, lifted my head, and began to clean my mouth. It shocked me he was doing this, as we haven’t been intimate in such a way unless we were having sex. But I didn’t pull against him. I didn’t have the energy.

After wiping my mouth, he handed me a bottle of water. I assured it was the one I brought with me. When I finished taking a few sips, I handed it back to him. He held the bottle in one have while he brought his other closer to my face.
Suddenly, he wiped the tears I hadn’t noticed off my face.

“I’m sorry,” his apology sounded sincere. “I know that mentioning the miscarriage is hard on you, but I just wanted to make sure we would have another chance. So we can have a family. Don’t you want that for us?”

Tell him. The voice in the back of my mind urged me. Tell him the truth.
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Don’t you love me?” His voice echoed in the bathroom. My eyes widened in surprise and despair.

“Of course, I love you,” I told him as much as my voice carrying a rasp, dry and hoarse from puking.

“Then, let’s have a baby.”

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Episode 13

~ Mary's POV ~

I had another day before I had my appointment. I was so nervous especially since I didn’t see a way out of it. Not by pretending I was so or bargaining with the doctor. But I didn’t want to focus on whatsoever. Instead, I wanted to celebrate a new day, a special day.

Abbey had wanted to go out again today, but I told him I already had plans; plans that have been in motion for months.

***
It was busy this morning as I got closer to the park. Traffic was starting to pile up as usual. Lagos and traffic are like bread and butter. I was grateful I chose to leave earlier. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been waiting for a while, stuck.

During this time, the air was surprisingly cold. Finally reaching the park, I parked in the parking garage so I could greet her inside. Once I was through the double doors, I sat down in the waiting area. I casually played a game with my phone while waiting for her to arrive. That was until I received a text from her telling me their bus just arrived.

I briefly looked around for her through the throng of people who arrived. Seeing her with her back turned to me, I jumped out of my seat.

“Comfort!” I called out to the afro-textured ginger-headed woman standing beside several cars. She turned abruptly, her curls bouncing and I saw a smile grace her freckled face. We began moving toward one another, meeting halfway, before fiercely gripping each other.

“Well, if it isn’t the friend who never calls!”

I smiled as I was encased in a hug. Only God knows how much I’ve missed my best friend. It had been close to six months since we had seen one another. She had traveled to Abuja to visit her long-term girlfriend who played football professionally. I didn’t think she’d stay there for so long, but I was glad to see my friend happy.

Backing out of our hold I got to really see her. Her fair brown skin was glowing, her eyes radiating happiness.

“But I do call and when I did, all I would hear was you and your man doing stuffs,” I wiggled my brows laughing.

Comfort began laughing as well and shook her head. I knew she wouldn’t have a response seeing as it was true.

“How was your stay? I asked as we waited to collect her bag behind the bus.

We chatted about her experience in Abuja for a while as we collected her bags and then sought our way out of the park. She had a fantastic trip being able to travel wherever and whenever. She was ecstatic to have supported her girlfriend by going to her games.

Comfort kept telling me how proud she was and couldn’t wait until she was able to move out there officially. I was delighted about her trip. I had known Comfort since my college days, a little after I met John. She has always been a dear friend to me.
She wasn’t fond of John when he and I got together and she doesn’t like him. But even though she expressed her disappointment when I married him, Comfort continued to support me. Comfort herself wasn’t too good of love until she met her current boyfriend on one of her trips.

Comfort likes to travel a lot and has never been a person to stay in one place. But when she met her boyfriend, Ikenna, it just clicked. I remember talking to her on the phone after the two had been going on dates. Comfort confessed one night that she might actually be falling in love with him.

Now, here she stood before me, rambling on about the Igbo boy, Ikenna as we loaded her bags in the car before I pulled off.

“So, Mary,” she began and I could already tell we were about to have one of those conversations. I gripped the steering wheel a little harder than usual out of nervousness.

“What have I missed since I’ve been gone?”
“John and I are still trying for a baby,” I told her, trying to keep my tone neutral.

The car was silent as I continued to drive. I stole a glance at Comfort to see her thinking for a moment.

“Are you trying or are you still taking those plan B pills?”

Silence.

“My dear, you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” Comfort said in a soothing voice. “Do you even want a baby? His baby?”

“I love John, I’d do anything for him. And I want kids, but I just… I love him, but I don’t trust him. And I know I should because he’s my husband, but I…” my throat closed up and I felt tears up in my eyes.

“I know,” she reassured me. “But my dear, why are you doing to yourself? Why not just leave? Mary… he hurt you in more ways than one. It’s okay to feel uncertain and…”

“I can’t leave him, Comfort. He’s my husband.”
“And you’re his wife,” her voice carrying a bit of anger. “Shouldn't that have meant something to him prior to you trying for a baby? And when did he decide It would be best to have a child? Until the day you catch him with another…”

“I’m not better, Comfort,” I cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of her sentence. And also because I had to get this off my chest.

“I..I cheated on him,” I admitted, ashamed and she gasped.
“So, did heaven fall?” she asked somewhat joking and genuinely surprised. Since meeting John I've never thought of another man, let alone looked at one. He was all I ever thought and talked about. I’ve spent years trying to please him and be someone he desires.
So, it was definitely a shocker that I cheated in a way. I still can’t believe that I shared more than a glance at Abbey. I was ashamed, but a part of me longed for him.

“I didn’t have sex with the man though. We only shared a kiss and decided we can be friends.” I have so many questions, girl. When did this happen? Who is he? What do you mean friends?” I began telling her of the events that took place. Starting from when I first met him and his I felt about him. I also told her of our part to be friends and our last meeting of sorts.

By the time I was done, her eyes were open wide as she stared at me. She didn’t say anything for a while, lost of words. I didn’t speak up, waiting for her to say something. But she didn’t. We rode in silence before we reached Comfort's apartment.

I was a bit nervous as to what she would say when she finally gathered her thoughts. I knew Comfort wouldn’t shame me, but she was never one to not tell the truth. She was upfront and honest. I pulled into a parking spot and we both got out. I helped grab some of her bags before she led the way into her building.

Comfort lived in a cool apartment that had a view of trees since her apartment faced the back. Her windows were large and brought natural light in. Her kitchen was decorated with stainless steel appliances to the right of the entrance. She also had a large living room that has a TV, and couch. The apartment also came with two bathrooms and a master bedroom. The bedroom had a bathroom inside while the other bathroom was for guests.

Her apartment was lovely with white furnishings and I came here plenty of times through the years. Most of them spent with us having girl’s night, just chatting with each other.

Choosing to sit on her couch after placing her bags down, I was hit with the memory of when I last sat here. Which was me being consoled by Comfort as I sobbed in her arms about a year or so ago.

“How does he make you feel?” she asked, suddenly parting me from my thoughts. She moved about her in the kitchen, getting a soft drink from the freezer. I knew she was talking about Abbey and not John. It didn’t take me long to answer.

“Like I matter.” Maybe I was emotionally deprived or something, I wasn’t sure. But although Abbey and I just met, “I don’t feel uneasy around him, it’s natural. He makes me feel safe and he’s made me laugh more than John has.
“Maybe I feel drawn to him because he’s another man.” I saw Comfort shake her head.

“Mary you have turned down a lot of men who found you attractive. All of them ranging from good looks to bad ones,” she started.
“What do you like about him?”

“Everything,” I didn’t hesitate to answer. “His scent, his eyes, how tall he is, his smile every time I see him. I like the way he compliments me just because he wants to and how thoughtful he can be. The way our conversations just flow naturally and the deep bass of his voice. I especially love when he speaks Yoruba. I just lov….” The word hang in my mouth as Comfort stared shockingly at me.



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Episode 12

~ Mary's POV ~

When I had gotten home last night, John didn’t suspect a thing. I pretended as if it was an ordinary day save for the fact I brought home fast food. He wasn’t too excited that I didn’t make a home-cooked meal, but I explained I had a long day. He didn’t say much else as he sat on the couch eating and drinking his beer. I made sure I brought some home this time so he wouldn’t be upset.

***
Today, Abbey and I planned to meet again. This time, we'd be meeting entirely as friends. The word sounded bitter in my mind each time I thought of us. Nevertheless, there was nothing I could do seeing that I was married. Despite the circumstances, I was still excited to see him. Though I did my best to not show it while making John breakfast.

Finishing the fried eggs and noodles I made for John, I placed the food on a plate. I then popped a piece of bread into the toaster. Waiting for the bread to turn into toast, I went to the refrigerator. Pulling open the door, I reached inside, grabbing the orange juice and butter.

Soon enough, I was pouring the juice into the cup and the toast popped up, signaling it was ready. I spread the butter evenly on the piece of toast despite my burning hands, then placed it on a plate. I grabbed both the orange juice and plate of food before making my way to the dining room table. Placing the food and juice down, I glanced as John walked to me. He was wearing his police uniform, but he had yet to put on his shoes. Instead, he had them in his hand as he walked into the kitchen.

He gave me a brief look before sitting in his seat without saying a word. I took that as my cue to begin cleaning the kitchen. I started sweeping first, the dishes next, and finally, I got to wipe the counters. As I did my daily routine, I wasn’t thinking of anything. That was until I felt one hand grip my waist while the other traveled down my thigh.

“John,” I breathed, pausing from my work.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”

He trailed kisses up my neck. I tilted my neck in response and a small sigh escaped me.

“You'll be late for work,” I told him softly.
He groaned low in his throat before backing away.

“You’re right,” he said and then turned me around suddenly.
“I'll be working late today, so don’t wait up.” I nodded, and he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Putting on his shoes, he grabbed my car keys since his were faulty, then walked out. I watched him exit and even made sure he pulled away before breathing a sigh of relief.

Now, it was time for me to get ready, so I could meet Abbey for brunch. Rushing out of the kitchen, I went in to take a shower.

***

This time, Abbey chose where to meet at. He claimed he found a cozy breakfast spot he thought I would like. Upon arriving in an Uber, I paid the Uber, then got out. A large brown building stood in front of me. I pulled out my phone to make sure I had the right place when I heard my name being called.

Looking up, I saw that it was Abbey who called me. He wore a smile as he approached, dressed in plain trousers and a tee shirt that showcased his muscles. We dressed similarly. I had on short sleeves and a white colored dress shirt that was tucked into a light brown skirt. I also decided to wear heels just to try something different. Though I had a flip-flop shoved into my purse. A loose smile came across my lips.

“Hi,” I raised my hand to wave at him. I could have done better than a wave. Gosh, I was so awkward. I knew I shouldn’t be because we had a fun time yesterday, but he made me so nervous. Once he reached me, he leaned in for a quick hug.

“Hi,” he said, encasing me in his warmth. The scent of him made me want to stay in his arms forever. At last, all things come to an end. Letting me go, he grinned at me. “Are you ready to go in? I think you might like this place,” I nodded, placing my hand in his.

When we walked inside the double doors, Abbey talked to the host while I glanced around. It was almost like a lounge with a bar near the back. People were sitting at tables talking, eating, and drinking. The setting teetered between causal and somewhat fancy. I was happy about the clothing I decided to wear today. I didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. A hand brushed against my back and I turned.

“Ready?” Abbey asked me. I smiled up at him and he nodded at the host to lead us. Abbey had me placed in front of him as we walked. Following the host, they took us upstairs and there we met with a cool breeze and the sun shining. We were on the rooftop of the restaurant. It was just as delicate as inside, but it had a small bar by the entrance.

The host led us to our seats that had a view before she set our menu down, wishing us a good day. Being the gentleman he was, Abbey pulled out my chair for me and then backs in once I sat down. He then took his seat opposite me.

“Wow,” I said amazed. “The view is really nice up here,” looking at the landscape before me, I saw buildings from miles away. I also saw the people below bustling around the streets. The weather was beautiful; it was warmer and the sun was shining more.

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied with a small smile. “I thought this would be a good place to get to know each other more. Unlike yesterday, we both laughed, recalling the events that happened. Instead of asking basic questions, we didn’t talk about anything serious.

A server came and asked us what we wanted to drink. Once we told her, she went to grab them.

“So, Abbey,” he glanced up. “Are you the manager at the restaurant you work?” I had been wondering about that since we met. He acted differently than a regular waiter as if he were the one in charge.

He cleared his throat, “Actually, I don’t work there,” he paused and lifted my eyes to him in question. “My parents own it and I was just volunteering. My parents went on vacation and wanted me to oversee the business.”

“Oh wow. You must have a business degree if your parents trust you to run a restaurant.” I placed the menu down. I hope I didn’t sound sooty or something.

“It’s fine and you are right, I do have a business degree. I am a business owner who owns a multitude of companies around the country. But it’s not just me who runs said businesses. My best friend and I partnered up and we run them together.”

“That’s amazing! Your parents must be proud of you.”
“Thank you, my parents are trying to see my younger brother up to take over the restaurant when they retire.” He said, and I could tell he was fond of his family. His smile lit up when he mentioned them.

“A family full of business owners,” I commented. “That's impressive.”
“What about you?” he asked me.

“I’m a tech woman and also a therapist who services children and young adults,” I told him, seeing our server return with drinks. He placed them down on the table before taking our orders. After he left, we returned to our conversation.

“I knew you had a good heart,” he complimented and I ducked my head embarrassed but flattered. “What made you go into that field?” he added.

“Well, I didn’t have parents growing up,” I started and when I got a confused look in return, I told him, “I’m an orphan.”
“I'm sorry about that,” his tone was sincere as our eyes met.

“Thank you,” I paused. “I used to bounce between different foster homes, never really being placed in the right one. It takes a toll on kids who grow into adults especially when there aren’t resources out there to help them. At least, that’s how it was when I was growing up. Now, I can make a difference today.”

After a beat of silence, he spoke with an edge of awe in his voice, “You're inspiring, you know that?”

“Abbey…”
“Yeah, it’s true,” he shrugged. Have you tried to find out who your real parents are?” he asked cautiously.

“I wanted to do so after I graduated from secondary school but then I went to Uni and that was…well, I didn’t have the best time. Then at some point, I just decided to forget about it.” I felt his mood dampen a bit with my sob story. I didn’t sense any disturbance from Abbey due to my hindrance of the conversation. Maybe it was just me in my own head. I had a tendency to overthink things.

The food arrived shortly, and it looked delicious. We began to eat quietly in comfortable silence before I took a bit of my buttermilk waffle. A moan unintentionally escaped me as I ate a piece. It wasn’t just the waffle itself that brought me to heaven, but the strawberry butter that was on it. I took another bite just to ensure I wasn’t tripping. The waffle hit my tongue along with the butter, and I was gone. What did they really put in this? It took everything in me to eat slowly as I chewed.

My eyes fluttered as I spread more of the butter along the waffle. At this point, I was close to just eating the butter alone. The sound of deep chuckles reached my ears. Abbey wasn’t looking at me with amusement and a hint of desire.

“I'm sorry,” I apologized, but he shook his head.
“You don’t have to be. It makes your face cute,” he said and I laughed awkwardly.

Another compliment from him and I was flattered again. Though I didn’t see how my stuffing face with food was cute.
Remembering the butter that had me acting a fool, I scooped some on my form before taking it out.

“Try it,” I told him with a smile. “You’ll see why I was...,” I trailed off, flustered.
“Just try it.”

He laughed before leaning it. I watched his mouth open before he ate the strawberry-buttered waffle off my fork. His eyes never strayed from mine as he chewed slowly. The moment should have been awkward but it was nothing. Abbey had a way of captivating me no matter what he did.
And as he swallowed the food, I admired his charming face.

“Delicious.” As he said the word, my heart thumped in my chest. Despite it being innocent, the deep tone of his voice made the word sound less innocent.

Oh, Abbey, what are you doing to me?

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Episode 11

~ Mary's POV ~

I..I think this was a mistake,” I told him, wrangling my hands nervously punched myself in the gut. I was awful for taking away his smile.

“Did I say something wrong?” his tone dipped in concern. I shook my head, and then nodded yes, and then no again.

“Mary, you’re giving me mixed signals here.”
“I'm sorry,” I blurted out.

“I’m just nervous. You make me nervous,” I said, chancing at him through my lashes before looking down at my hands. I heard him chuckle and saw his muscle flex beneath his shirt. He placed a hand under my chin to lift it toward him, gently.

“You make me nervous, too,” he said.

I smiled shakily at him as I tried to calm myself. He was just a charming man, nothing more. Yet the loud thumps of my heart spoke differently. I had no idea how this man had such a powerful effect on me. We knew next to nothing about one another, and somehow he had the power to make my stomach flutter.

“Besides, it would suck to waste the food I brought us,” he said, removing his hand from my chin before holding up his hand from my chin and before holding up a bag in his other hand. I was surprised because I didn’t notice it when he was walking toward me earlier.

“You brought food?” I asked, surprised. I mean, I skipped breakfast today out of nerves. It would be nice to eat something. My stomach mumbled lightly in agreement.

“Well, I figured since we were meeting at a Park, we could have a picnic of sorts,” he paused, looking sheepish. “If that’s alright with you,” I was awed by the look on his face.

Abbey stood in front of me looking the tiniest but uncertain as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. It was a change from the confident swagger he showed only moments before. He was so thoughtful and cute.

“I would love that,” I told him honestly.
“There's a canopy with tables on the other side.”

We walked together, with Abbey a step behind me. When we talked on the phone earlier, Abbey confessed he wasn’t familiar with the area. I guess it was only natural I take lead since I've been here a few times. Additionally, I had to pick a place far enough away from where I lived, just in case.

Reaching the large canopy, the picnic tables were empty and surprisingly clean. There was a grill at the entrance for parties to use. Still, in step behind me, I chose a random table for us to sit at. Abbey placed the bag down on the table before opening its contents. It seemed he brought Chinese food for us to eat.

“I forgot to ask you what you wanted to eat, so I went and ordered an assortment of things,” he said, pulling out shrimp rice, chicken fried rice, beef and broccoli, and shrimp rolls. He surprised me with the amount of food he brought along with four bottles of water. Although I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat as much.

“I hope this is okay.”
“It's fine, thank you, Abbey. I actually like everything you picked out,” I told him and he grinned, satisfied with himself.

He pulled a few empty containers out of the bag, handing two to me, and leaving the napkins in the bag along with the variety of sauce and utensils. I wanted until he was sitting across from me, before helping myself to a bit of everything but keeping my portions light.

Scopping a little of each dish into my empty container. Abbey had done the same except his food had way more than mine. For a while, we are in comfortable silence.

Watching the sun gets brighter as the minutes ticked by. The bird chirped while the air grow warmer in the weather. Choosing not to think about something so hindering, I decided to enjoy the moment. The slight breeze glided across my skin as it went by causing the scent of Chinese food to waft through the air along with the inviting smell of Abbey.

Despite the Chinese food having a strong smell, it was near impossible to not smell Abbey. I tried as I might to distract myself, but my entire being couldn’t help but remain focused on him.

He smelled so good, so sweet and masculine. Whatever cologne he had on, made me want to stick to his skin like glue. Just so I could inhale his scent and hold deeply into his eyes. I’ve never felt such a pull toward a man. And what a magnificent man Abbey was. Not just in his looks, but his mannerisms, too.

Remembering the night of the rain, I recall him keeping a safe distance from me until we kissed. He made sure I was okay the whole night and provided comfort to me. How did I get so lucky?

“Thank you for the food,” I said sincerely, stuffed from my small portion. Abbey scarfed down a few more bites before his container was empty too.

“Anytime, Mary. You’re most welcome,” he then grabbed a bottle of water, handing me one before he grabbed his own. Unscrewing the cap, I took a few sips out of thirst as he did. Then he closed the bottle again while I sat mine down. Clasping his hands on the table, he asked, “Do you mind if we talk about that night?”

My face began to heat up under his stare before speaking hesitantly, “I suppose we shouldn’t, but,” I paused before meeting his stare. “I don’t want you to think I have a habit of cheating. That night was new to me.”
“Me too,” he said quietly. “I don’t have a bad streak of kissing married women.”
Boom! The conversation began.

“But that night,” he spoke again. “I felt something between us.” He admitted, causing me to avert my gaze.

“Abiola…”

“Yes, I knew you felt it, sensed the connection between us,” he pressed his words spoken calmly. I did feel it. I felt it in the past two weeks since I’ve been coming on my fingers at the thought of him.

“Lie to me, Mary. Tell me you didn’t share the same feelings I had.
The silence hung around us. I was scared to answer. Too afraid to admit the truth to him. When I had yet to respond, he slid his hand across the table to hold unto mine. His hold was gentle but firm and pleasant. He swiped his thumb over my knuckles in a soothing manner. And as I looked back into his eyes, I couldn’t keep the truth in.

“I can’t,” I whispered, a lone tear escaping me.
Abbey reached up, using his other hand, and wiped it away. “I don’t want to betray my husband, but I can’t get you out of my head. No one’s…” I stopped before I say too much.

“No one’s what?” he asked as his brow furrowed in a mix of concern and confusion. I shook my head, deciding to drop it. He left it alone before speaking.

“I have never been drawn to a woman in this manner before. More from one look, and certainly not from a single kiss. When I saw you in the restaurant for the first time, I was going to come up to you. As unprofessional as it sounds,” he added.
My breath escaped me as I gasped lowly.

“Really?” I asked incredulously, and he grinned.
“Don’t act so surprised, Mary. You bewitched me the moment I saw you walk through the door.”

Don’t smile, don’t smile, I continued the mantra in my head, fighting hard not to smile at his words. But it was too late. I was beaming under like a silly fool.
“Bewitched you? Really? How do you have this intense effect on me?”

His grin got larger, happily. As if he was proud that I had such a reaction to him.
“Believe me, Mary, when I say you have a greater effect on me,” I scoffed. “If you placed a hand on my heart, you would feel it thundering in my chest. Every time you look at me, it jumps aster.”

“Ok, Mr. Smooth,” sarcasm laved on my tone.
We laughed a little before moving from his seat and sitting beside me. He then took my hand in his and placed it on his chest where his heart was located. Indeed his heart was beating erratically. A part of me thought he should think about seeing a doctor, but he flattered me. I kept my hand on his chest as I glanced up. Our eyes locked instantly, and it was as if magnetic energy drew us closer together.

“Oh,” was all I could come up with.
Too caught in a trance to say much and it appeared Abbey felt the same. His eyes sparkled as they stared back at me, full of desire and want.

“I've been dreaming of feeling your lips on mine again since that night,” he said, referring back to the rainy night.

“We agreed on friends,” I muttered, but I still didn’t pull away.
“I know,” he leaned in closer to me, my wrist still in his grip. But I want to kiss you first distasteful on his tongue. I knew why, but I didn’t know enough about him to risk my marriage. Not that I wanted to risk my marriage, I think.

“And you never cared to ask about how my husband and I battled the previous night. Did you?”

“I forgot. What happened to him? I remember his phone wasn’t connecting that night. Did you meet him when you arrived?”

“No, he wasn’t. It would have been horrible if he was.”
“You mean your husband slept outside?” he asked bewildered.

“My husband is an officer. A policeman,” I answered.
“Oh! I never knew….”

“Now, you know. That very night we went for an emergency and couldn’t come back, he came back later the next day. He would only find out if Gbenga mentioned it to him which I don’t think he would..”

“Who's Gbenga? The man that drove you home that night?”
“Yes, Gbenga is his friend and also an officer.”
“Oh! Okay. I hope he keeps his mouth shut.”

Silence.

So, one last kiss,” he whispered, and moved closer. Our lips nearly bridged one another's.
“To seal the deal.”

He nodded. “To seal the deal.”

I sniffed slightly, breathing in his intoxicating scent as he heaved in and captured my lips with his. The feel of his lips against mine had me folding, succumbing to the sweet kiss. Still holding onto my wait. While I brought my hand to his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles underneath.

When he saw the look on my face, I saw him but back a smile. "We agreed to one last kiss. To seal the deal."

He reminded me as much as I wanted to argue against it and demand more. I knew it wouldn't be fair to him, myself, or my husband. Maybe our last kiss wasn't a good idea.
Then again, I didn't regret kissing him which was shocking. I wanted to kiss him more. My husband wasn't much of a good kisser. In fact, I didn't have a lot of pleasurable experiences with the man I had given all my first to. Abbey was exceptional.

Gosh, what's wrong with me?

Here I am thinking about kissing Abbey again when I said I wouldn't see him again. I was married for God's. But I don't think I could live the rest of my days without getting to know him at least, as friends, of course. So with heavy and damp panties, I replied half-heartedly, "To seal the deal."

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Episode 10


~ Mary’s POV ~

I Had Just Five Days

Five days until John and I went to see a fertility specialist. I had heard John schedule an appointment a week ago. To say I was freaking out would be an understatement. The thought of going to the appointment had my heart racing. Then my racing heart would trigger small panic attacks. Luckily, most occurred when John wasn’t home. They mainly happened when I had nothing to do except listen to my thoughts. I hardly slept, usually due to anxiety. I was trying to remain calm and happy on the outside. But inside of me, I felt uneasy and, albeit, guilty.

I spent much of my thoughts thinking about having a child with John. Whether he would find out my secret stash of plan B pills, or he would find out I cheated by kissing a stranger. He would only know if he suspected something or found the note Abbey had given me. The note I carried with me everywhere. As foolish as it sounds, I had nowhere else to put it. I wanted to call him but at the same time, I couldn’t. I was a wife who wasn’t sure whether I wanted to have a child with my husband. Yet, I was so tempted to call the man to hear his voice just so I could remember his touch.

I'm so ashamed to say that when I was alone, I pleasured myself in many ways by thinking of Abbey. What kind of wife spends her days bringing herself to ecstasy at the thought of another man? The thought of his lips on mine as I felt butterflies in my belly. The memory of his hand gripping my throat so I wouldn’t escape him. I was so engrossed in my fantasies of him.

There came one fateful day my husband arrived home unannounced. He found me lying on our bed with my legs splayed open, moaning in pure bliss. Two of my fingers rubbed my clit as my right hand played with my breasts. When he spoke suddenly, I screamed withdrawing my fingers from myself.

Despite my shock and embarrassment, John took my being vulnerable as an invitation. He spent the next hour sexing me from behind, taking pleasure from my body. I wasn’t even enjoying it but the sudden image of Abbey appeared. Suddenly I was getting wet and turned on as John thrust inside of me. For the first time in years, John made me cum that night. More like my imagination had.

I felt irritated after we had stopped. I was John's wife, not Abbey's.
Damn, I wasn’t Abbey's at all. We only shared a single kiss. But the kiss we shared was like no other. I had never experienced a kiss so full of desire. Neither has a man ever looked at me the way Abbey did as if I was the only woman on earth.

Although I loved John, he had never looked at me in such a way. Not as a girlfriend and not as his wife. Does it mean our love was lost? Our fire? It was as if I was having a constant battle with myself. I love John with all my heart, but the way I felt with Abbey for one night, was inexplicable.

Gbenga had said that we could be friends, but could we? I knew we would be close to crossing a line, but I wanted to be selfish. I knew this makes me a terrible wife until recently. Maybe, just maybe, I can be greedy. Just this once. I won’t cheat on John again, but maybe I could see Abbey one last time. Just to get him out of my system.

Holding the note in my left hand, I reached for my phone with my right hand. I knew John wouldn’t be home until late and I could pick up takeout on my way home. Decision made, I began dialing Abbey's number.

***

The sun was still rising, the trees stood tall as a warm breeze ruffled their leaves. The atmosphere there was peaceful and safe with a few children laughing in the playground. Their parents watched them closely as they talked with one another. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, it was a solemn sight to see. It had me wondering about my future. If I would be a great mom since I was already a poor wife? I was there, sitting on a bench, waiting for Abbey to arrive.

I was meeting a man who wasn’t my husband. A man who made me feel things I shouldn’t as a married woman. A large part of me wanted to run and go back home, possibly forgetting ever meeting this man. And go back to my mundane life of being John's wife. Would he ever forgive me if he found out?

My husband had quite the temper that’s developed over the years. He had episodes where he would get upset and ignored me. Or sometimes he’d yell, scream, or be ignorant. But those I can tolerate. I knew how to appease him and make him less angry with my body. But would that be enough if he caught on?

No, there's nothing to catch on to, Abbey and I are just friends, I said to myself.

And there he was, the man himself walking toward me. He looked as dashing as ever, even more than my fantasies. His black hair swayed along with the breeze as he took long, confident strides toward me. It was as if time had stopped, yet he was the only one moving; fast, trying to race with the wind to reach me first. I felt my eyes widen slightly as he became closer.

Oh! God, should I stand or sit?

I wasn’t sure what to do out of frazzled nerves. I wanted to see him so badly, but there I was rethinking. He looked delicious, dressed in denim jeans and a shirt with three buttons open. It was an upgrade from his work attire, but even then he looked just as attractive as he does now. I grew self-conscious of how I looked dressed in a plain yellow dress. I had my hair in a bun so they wouldn’t get in my face.

I hope I looked nice enough for him.

No, what am I saying? He said we could be friends which I agreed with at first. Earlier, I decided that today would be my last day seeing him instead. Just to get him out of my system. Besides, maybe he’s a terrible person outside of being a server. Or he only kissed me that night because he felt bad that I was sad. Maybe he agreed to be friends because he thought I was lonely. Yet, as I tried to paint him badly in my mind, I knew it was wrong.

I was trying to convince my heart to stop feeling for a stranger. I knew those thoughts were trash, and I wanted him as badly as it seemed he wanted me.
But was it just lust?

Too caught up in my head, I didn’t notice Abbey standing right in front of me. That was until I smelled the manly scent of vanilla. And his shadow blocked the sunlight that was tanning my skin. Looking up, his eyes glowed brightly in the early afternoon as smiled down at me.

“Mary,” his voice was like silk, easily liquefying me.

Just from inhaling his intoxicating scent and hearing the words that came out of his mouth, I had only one thought. How could we just be friends? I stood up abruptly, causing him to take a step back. The top of my head barely reached his collarbone. I was face to face with his seemingly ripped chest that was covered by his shirt. Swallowing harshly, it took everything in me to pull my gaze away.

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Episode 9

I had no inkling of what Abbey said, but my lower lips seemed to hardly care. This man was undeniably sexy. A knock interrupted my thoughts. Amid the kiss, both Abbey and I stopped what we were doing and glanced at the entrance of the restaurant.

“Mary!” I heard a muffled voice coming outside. The door to the restaurant wiggled as the person was trying to come in.

“Ma, you are in here?” The man yelled again!

Gbenga!

I was gripped with fear. Oh! God, did he see us? Heard us? I pulled away from Abbey as my eyes widened. I just kissed another man. No, not kissed, I made out with another man.

Oh! My God! I started tearing up and the door banged harder.
“Oh my God,” I whispered repeatedly freaking out. My hands were starting to shake as… rose to my throat. What did I do?

“Shh, shh, Mary,” glancing up, Gbenga placed a calming arm on my shoulder. He stood above me looking worried as I began to cry. I cheated. I..I cheated!!

“Mary, you need to calm down, you’ll cause yourself a panic attack!”
I had to steady my breathing, but my heart was beating too fast. I felt faint. I've never cheated, never had the thought, never! I jumped as three more bangs ran through the room. Abbey didn’t seem too concerned about Gbenga as he kept his eyes on me.

“I don’t know what to do. I've never done this before,” I told him looking up as I continued to cry.

“First thing you’ll want to do is calm down, Mary.”
Deep breaths. We breathed together, slowly. It took about a minute before my heart slowed down.

“Next, I want you to freshen up in the restroom. I'll handle your friend.” He helped me out of the chair, then walked with me toward the restroom, gently guiding my hands. “He won’t know,” I told him worriedly.

Damn, I wasn’t just worried, I was scared. Pausing, Abbey looked down straight into my eyes before speaking. His eyes hardened.

“Would your husband hurt you if he founds our? I shook my head. And his friend? Do you feel safe with him?” He asked to which I shook my head too.
“Say something, Mary.”

“No, no he wouldn’t hurt me and I feel safe with Gbenga,” he nodded and we carried on.

“Everything will be fine. Just freshen up. He won’t suspect a thing,” Abbey said before planting a small kiss on my forehead and walking away.

I walked as fast as possible. My hair was a little out of place not I could blame that on being caught in the rain. My fave needed work seeing as my eyes were rimmed red from tears. I used the water from the faucet to wipe my face. I could hear the voices of Gbenga and Abbey, but I couldn’t tell exactly what they were saying. I couldn’t believe that I was getting tongues by Abbey just minutes ago. I felt so cheap for allowing him to take advantage of my weakness. A man who wasn’t my husband. I felt horrible for betraying my husband.

Although he doesn’t know, I was wrong, and yet, despite the situation, I found myself in, a part of me craved more for Abbey. My body could still feel the ghosts of his touch and his lips still smell him as of he was right in front of me. What a very dangerous man. Realizing I was taking a longer time than needed, I took a deep breath before walking out of the room.

When I lifted my eyes, I saw Gbenga holding a bottle of drink and chatting away with Abbey as they sat at the bar. I smiled hesitantly at the two as I approached them. Gbenga saw me first and smiled through his tiredness.

“Hello, ma,” he grinned as I came closer. He placed his cap down on the bar before meeting me halfway, opening his arm to hug me. “I’m glad you’re sage!” Hugging him back I perked around him to see Abbey staring. He winked at me before smiling slightly.

“Thank you. I'm so sorry about waking you up…”
“Never be sorry for needing help, ma. I'm just glad this man helped you out,” he said, turning around to Abbey.

“It’s what anyone would do,” said Gbenga with a shrug.
“That's if you’re lucky,” said Abbey and I laughed nervously. “Do you need a ride too?” Gbenga turned to Abbey.

“Uh-no, my friend should be on his way to pick me up. Thank you.”
Gbenga walked to Anbet while bye talked and when he got there, he tapped him on the shoulder, “thank you for saving my friend, and don’t hesitate to call on me if you get into trouble,” Gbenga said and paused. But he never told Abbey he was a policeman.

The duo shook hands and Gbenga gave me a look telling me it was time to go. I nodded and then told him I’d be right behind him as he exited the restaurant. As soon as we were out, Abbey spoke, “Your friend is quite a character,” he said jokingly in Yoruba.

“Yes, she is. I know,” Gbenga smiled lightly.
Abbey walked quickly toward me, I took a small step back when he got too close. Gbenga was on his way to reverse his car.

“Mary,” Abbey said in a low tone. I shook my head.
“What happens was a….”

“Don’t say that, please.. You don’t even know me,” I said stepping back and he followed my steps.

“I want to!” He countered to which I shook my head again. I couldn’t be selfish to destroy our marriage.

“As friends, we can get to know each other,” Abbey insisted, his eyes flashed with mine, his gaze full of heat, causing a shiver to run down my spine and my panties dampened. I was helpless.

“Ok,” I whispered and my word hung in the air between us. The sound of a horn honking jerked us from our intense stare. Abbey dug in his front pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to me. “That’s my number,” he stretched his hand out. I grabbed it hesitantly before looking up at him again. “You know I would take it?” I asked jokingly.

He shook his head, “No, I prayed you would.”
Gbenga's car honked again.

“Goodbye, Mary,” he said.

It pained me as we pulled away. I didn’t want to leave, but I held onto the paper, knowing I would see him again. But only as a friend. Tucking the note into my pocket, I grabbed my stuff that was laid out on the counter and left.
Stopping at the door, I turned to look at him one more time, his eyes were already staring deeply at me and I smiled shyly.

“Goodbye, Abbey.”

~ Abbey's POV ~

Water pelting down my body from the shower I was under. My lips stuttered as my left hand gripped my cock firmly while my right hand lay on the wall to hold me steady as I pumped myself consciously. The image of the pretty damsel, Mary caused my body to shudder in pleasure. Her curved, but little figure and smooth brown skin. Her beautiful hair that I wanted to grip my hand as I kissed her luscious lips.

The memory of her seeped into my brain. The way my heart thumped loudly inside my chest when I saw her. The electricity I felt when our eyes connected at the restaurant. The lilting sound of her voice when we spoke for the first time. I couldn’t believe I was feeling this way toward a strange. I couldn’t believe I would see her again, and this time drenched, her clothes clinging to every curve on her body. I tried not to stare too hard as to not come off as a creep, but my eyes couldn’t help but linger.

Though I tried positioning my body in certain ways so she wouldn’t be put off, I made sure to give her enough space to make her feel comfortable and safe. I didn’t want her to think I had ill intentions.

As we spent more time together through the night, I noticed I tried my best to ignore it; it seemed impossible. And when we played a card game, I found her pleasurable to be around. I enjoyed seeing her become competitive over a game. Her eyes sparkled in delight when she won and her a boisterous laugh when I acted upset. I loved seeing her smile light up the place and I chose to lose to Mary every game.

Then, when the rain stopped, I found myself becoming upset. I didn’t want to see her leave again. She was a cool person to be around. Then she stood by the bar calling for her husband but he never answered. I really didn’t want her to leave after seeing her filled with such disappointment. I tried not to put my nose into her personal affairs, but I couldn’t help but be concerned. What kind of man doesn’t make sure his wife is okay when she isn’t home? Anything could have happened to her when she was out in the rain.

What if I hadn’t been there? Under no circumstances did I want to take advantage of her situation, but seeing this woman so sad did some things to me. I didn’t want to see tears on her face. This woman should never be crying unless in happiness or ecstasy.

The only thing I wanted to accomplish that night was to provide comfort. Even though I was a stranger, when our eyes clashed together, we were so close, I couldn’t help myself.

Now, here I am, stroking my d!ck under the streams of the shower and remembering the taste of Mary's lips. How she responded to me as I f*cked her mouth with my tongue. A groan escaped me as I thought of the wag she said my name. I could only imagine how it would feel if I had my length inside of her. Would she moan my name over and over? Cream on me as I suckled her boobs?

Damn! I was completely in the world of lust, consumed by Mary's image; the constant image of us together in different positions brought me to my high, stream of cum shot oppo out of my d!ck as I came. I could hardly think straight as I took a deep breath.

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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 panties 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.

Damn, 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 moaning 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.



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