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Episode 3 🔞

He reached out and pulled her to him. Their lips met and their kiss broke only when his shirt came off.

Soon, the rest of his clothes were in a heap. Adaora pushed his naked body down on the couch and she straddled him. His cock was already hard and she came down on it with one swift motion.

Her p*ssy was still slick from the orgasm he had left in her earlier. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled Clifford forward, burying his face between her breasts. Clifford nibbled at her, gently at first. His lips brushed across her breasts. His hands were around her back, gripping the cheeks of her ass as she rode him.

Throwing her head back, Adaora thrust her chest forward. Her hips gyrated slowly, taking all of Clifford's cock inside her. She felt lips around one of her rock-hard nipples and she pulled Clifford closer to her breast. The familiar tingle started once again in her fingers and toes.

This time, she was using him. His cock was her toy. She bounced up and down on him, grinding her clit against him. Firmly in control, she maneuvered his cock so it brushed all the right places on her insides. And it fits so well. She pulled his head back by the hair and looked him in the eyes. Eyes that seethed with passion.

"Do you like that?" she whispered, bringing herself down hard on him.

"Yes," he gasped.

"Good," she smiled at him, trying to stay in control of the situation.
Adaora lifted herself so that his cock was almost out of her. She held him there for a long moment before taking it all back inside her with a single swift stroke.

They both moaned with undisguised bliss.
She never took her eyes from his. Her hips moved faster. Their grunts came harder.

Taking one of her breasts in her hand, she pushed it into Clifford's mouth, but they never broke eye contact. Even as he suckled on her, their intensity did not waver. Adaora felt like her pussy was about to explode, but still, she fixed her gaze on his eyes.

Up and down. Harder. Faster. In and out.

Her body moved with abandon. Her pulse raced.
She had never lost control with a client, yet there she was, riding Clifford's cock like a woman possessed. Finally, she could contain it no longer. She arched her back and came down on him one more time.
Her reward came in the form of stars shooting out of the corners of her eyes. A lustful gasp escaped her lips.

Adaora's p*ssy was filled with hot jims. Clifford's eyes were shut, his face rapturous. His head was thrown back on the couch. His hands grasped her hips, his knuckles white. The orgasm kept going, even though neither of them had moved. Clifford's cock was still buried inside her.

There was ringing in her ears. She moved her hips slightly as the sensation receded. It took her several minutes to catch her breath and for Clifford to recover.

Adaora leaned forward and kissed Clifford gently. He didn't respond at first, but slowly, his lips met hers. He lifted his head and brushed the hair out of her face.
"What's gotten into you?" he asked quietly.

"You," she giggled and pulled him close. Some of her clients needed to have their egos stroked, so she would lie to them and pretend to be turned on when she was really formulating a shopping list in her head. She was very good at it.
With Clifford, though, she didn't feel the need to patronize him with meaningless platitudes. She found that he genuinely turned her on. He nuzzled up against her neck and kissed her collarbone, causing a tingle to run down her spine.

"God damn, that was good," Clifford finally managed to say. His breathing was still labored, but it was now under control.

"I just want you to feel like you're getting your money's worth," Adaora replied, although this time it was more about her than anything else.

"Oh, I am," he said. His hand guided her mouth to his and they kissed again.
His lips were gentle. His touch was tender. She felt like his lover, not his call girl.
"I probably should have asked you this earlier," Adaora started. "What else do you like?"

"You can meet me naked at the end of every day," Clifford chuckled. He leaned back on the couch and she saw his eyes take her in, from her piercing eyes to her neatly trimmed p*ssy.

"What else?"

"It's been so long, I had almost forgotten how wonderful sex was," he said. Adaora wanted to ask him more but decided against it. Not yet.

"I like everything you've done so far."

"That's what I like to hear. I guess that makes you one satisfied customer."

"Very satisfied," he replied.

"Do you like to be on top? Doggie style?" she asked, hoping to draw him out.
Clifford thought for a minute. "I don't think I've found any kind of sex I didn't like."
They shared a nervous laugh.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, and it wasn't just because she was concerned for him as a paying customer.

Clifford didn't say anything. His gaze became distant. Adaora realized he was seeing her again.

"Do you like it when I talk dirty?" she asked softly, trying to draw his attention back to her.

"Yes."

"Do you want to hear me scream for you?"

"Mmmmm ... yes."

"Do you like to be in control, or do you want me to be in control?"
Clifford's fingertips ran the length of her arms and down her chest. Her nipples hardened once again at his touch.

"I like to be in control," he whispered.

"Do you like it when I tease you?"

He let out a deep sigh. "Yes."

"What else do you want me to do?"

Clifford paused. The look on his face was a cross between tortured desire and hesitant indecision.

***


Adaora jerked awake. She felt around in the darkness. She was alone in the bed.
Blinking back the haze, she looked for the clock. 3:15. The curtains were drawn, but there was a soft light coming from the outer room. She slipped out of the bed and silently peeked around the corner of the door.

Clifford was sitting at the desk, facing away from her and wearing only a bathrobe. His laptop was open in front of him. He was flipping through pictures on the screen.

Adaora could see the side of his face and the laptop's LCD. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He still hadn't heard her.
She looked over his shoulder and her heart jumped into her throat. Clifford paused on a picture that must have been taken at his wedding.
He's married? she thought He doesn't wear a ring.

The picture was taken outdoors, in a garden somewhere. He was standing there, looking very handsome. Next to him was a woman who would have been radiant even if she hadn't been in her wedding dress. The woman's appearance was what startled Adaora
The two were built the same; their hair was the same length and color, and they had the same eyes and even some of the same features. The resemblance was close enough that they might have been sisters.

Adaora was in the business of fulfilling fantasies. Some clients asked her to dress up as a nurse or as a dominatrix, but this was the first time she realized that she had been hired based on her resemblance to someone else.

Whoever she was, the woman in the picture had Clifford's heart. With a click of the mouse, he flipped to another picture, again of the two of them. The woman was very pregnant. Clifford choked back tears.

Thoughts raced through her mind. Who was she? Why isn't she here with him? Does he want me to be her?
Why do I care?

The maternal part of her wanted to go over and take Clifford in her arms. But she dared not interrupt his reverie, even as painful as it was for him. She decided he needed this private moment.
She needed one, too.

Clifford was different. He was the first client who seemed to like her, and not just because she was going to be an easy lay for him. He stirred feelings in her that she had not allowed surfacing for some time.

Adaora found that she was jealous of the woman. What was her name, again?
Silently, she slipped back into the bed and under the covers, not liking the feelings that she could seemingly no longer control. She pulled the sheets and comforter close around her. A part of her wanted to put the wall back up between her and Clifford. That was the businesswoman in her. This was going to be a very lucrative week for her and all she had to do was hit the sack when he wanted to.

The other part of her wanted Clifford, and not just for the week. She tried to forget all the nice things he did for her that he didn't have to; opening doors, holding her hand, dancing. Tender, gentle kisses. But she couldn't shake from her mind that he seemed like a really good person who treated her kindly. Like a lady.

Sometime later, as the thoughts raced through her head, Clifford came to bed. He spooned up next to her and had his arm around her, thinking she was asleep. His body shuddered and his breathing was sporadic. He was crying.
Adaora pretended she was still sleeping. Clifford clung to her as the sobs came. She could no longer take it.

Rolling over, she took Clifford in her arms. She cradled his head against her chest, the tears now flowing freely. She rocked him back and forth and stroked his hair.
Soon, she was crying, too.
Sleep claimed both of them not long later. They were restless all through the night.

Adaora didn't sleep in again. She heard Clifford in the shower. The water shut off and a few minutes later he came out. The curtains were drawn and the room was still dark. Clifford dug through the armoire for some clothes. He hadn't noticed that she was awake and was trying his best not to make any noise.

She watched him dress in silence and admired his body. He had his shoes in his hands when he looked over and saw her watching.
Their eyes locked. Neither said a word.

Clifford came over next to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked away, and sadness flashed across his face. He started to say something but stopped and took a deep breath.

"Listen," he said quietly. "About this morning ... I—"

"Shhhh." Adaora sat up and put a finger over his lips. She put her arms around his shoulders and gave him a warm embrace. "Not now."

She turned his face towards her and kissed him tenderly.

"You're going to be late," she said finally. "Why don't you meet me for lunch? Same place."

He smiled slightly. "Sure thing."
Clifford put his shoes on and went to find his bag. He stopped one more time by the bed and kissed Adaora softly on the cheek.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Then he turned and was gone.

To be continued…
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Episode 2 🔞

When she awoke the next morning, Adaora was alone in the bed. Somehow she had not only overslept, but she had slept through her client getting up and leaving her.

I'm slipping, she thought. She got out of the bed and went into the shower. After cleaning up, she slipped into a bathrobe and went back to the bedroom. She thought to order something from room service for breakfast, so she went into the outer room.

Next to the phone was a note written in Clifford's neat print.

Good morning!
I'm off to a bunch of meetings. If you're bored, come check out a couple.
We have a break at 11:30 and I think I'm going to skip the boxed lunch they're packing for us. Meet me at the Pyramid Café at 11:45 and we'll get something to eat.
Please wear the denim jumper for me.
See you then.
Clifford.

Adaora put the note down and turned the TV on. After some mindless morning filler, she got dressed.

She found the jumper he was talking about and decided to wear a simple white T-shirt under it. The jumper buttoned down the front and went down to just above her knees. She put on a pair of short heels that showed off her legs.

Pausing at the door, she made sure she had her room key, a few naira in cash, and her cell phone.
She quickly walked down the staircases —the long staircase. Adaora was on the casino floor. She walked around aimlessly for a while, trying to sort out her confused feelings.

Confused because she was always very careful to never invest herself in her clients. It was how she managed to stay sane while putting her body up for sale. She fixated herself on the money and divested herself of any other attachments. Adaora had worked for Omalicha for several years and feeling anything for the client was one thing the older call girl had warned her about.

So far, that hadn't been a problem until now.

There was something about Clifford that made her want to like him. Most of her clients were pompous id!ots who thought they were better than her. They treated her like hired help. Of course, they paid for her services, but there was always a clear professional boundary for her.

With Clifford, she didn't quite know where that boundary was. She provided a service and allowed men to use her for sex. Sometimes, rough, sometimes, kinky.

Adaora always expected to be treated professionally; indeed, if a man was abusive or a bad client, word got back to Omalicha quickly and he never patronized any of her girls again.

However, none of her clients were ever kind to her. Sure they could be nice, but none of them would ever have given her money to go shopping like Clifford did. But it wasn't just that. None of them would have taken her dancing. Mostly her clients wanted her to f*ck and then leave. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had held her through the night or had asked her what she liked or wanted to do.

Just thinking about Clifford reminded her of the orgasm she had the night before and that made her uncomfortable. Sex was her business, but it hadn't been her pleasure for some time. She dated a couple of guys but was always disinterested in sex. After all, with a job spent on her back, why would she want to do that in her off time?

Remembering the feeling made her tingly inside. Adaora frowned, trying once again to push Clifford back into one of her many business compartments. After circling the casino floor a couple of times, she found a cool place and sat.

After a while, she looked at her watch. It was almost time to meet him.
Winding her way through the casino, she found Clifford waiting for her outside the Café. He waved to her and they got in line.

"How is the seminar?" Adaora asked.

Clifford shrugged. "So-so. There was a good forum on taxes this morning but I went to another on management styles that was a waste of my time. What have you been up to?"

Trying not to think about you, she thought. "Not much. Just waiting around for lunch." They got through the line with plates of rice and a salad and then found a table. He continued to engage her in small talk on a variety of subjects.

As they sat there, she noticed that his eyes kept straying to her body. The jumper hugged her in all the right places, accentuating the roundness of her breasts and the fullness of her hips. She saw desire in his eyes, a desire that had been pending for so long and longed for release. He reached under the table and caressed her leg.

She knew at that moment why he had asked her to dress that way. She didn't mind. It was all part of her job. Plus, she was flattered at the way Clifford looked at her with desire.

When they both finished eating, Clifford slung his bag over his shoulder and took her hand. Their fingers intertwined easily and they looked like any number of other couples in the resort. He led her back towards the convention and meeting area.

Lagos Intercontinental Hotel is a big place with lots of people. That meant chances for privacy were few and far between. They went to the exhibition hall that was filled with vendors selling literally everything.

Clifford led her to the back of the hall and then when no one was looking, they slipped out a side door into a deserted utility corridor. Moving quickly down the hallway, they found a set of double doors that led to the outside of the building. They didn't see anyone.

He dropped his bag, pulled her close and their lips met. His hands cupped her shapely ass and he pressed her against the side of the building.

Adaora's hands went to his belt. Soon his trousers and boxers were down around his knees and his hard cock sprung out.

She felt his hands under her jumper and he pushed her panties down over her hips. They fell to the ground. She stepped out of them and spread her legs.
The head of his cock pressed against her. She lifted her hips and it slipped easily into her. Her p*ssy was wet from the spontaneity and from the desire that welled up from within her.

"I've been thinking about you all morning, Adaora," he whispered in her ear.

"Can you just shut up and Bleep me," she replied, sinking onto his length.

Clifford began to thrust into her and she couldn't stop herself from crying out. He let out a grunt and his hips began to move faster.

His weight pressed her against the side of the building. With every thrust, she felt his lust. Adaora wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed, their tongues intertwined.
This was how she was used to sex. Hard. Rough. Fast.

She brought her legs up and locked them behind Clifford's back. His hands were still under her ass and they clenched her with every thrust.
What she wasn't used to was the passion she felt. Instead of being detached, she was excited.

Every thrust brought another feral moan from the two of them. He was moving faster and harder.
All she could do was hold on and absorb each blow. He let out a series of sharp moans and she knew he was close. She squeezed his cock with her p*ssy.

Clifford pushed her head to the side and his lips went to her neck. Adaora cried out. Her p*ssy was slick and his cock once again found the spot. With every thrust, the top of his cock brushed her clit.

Harder. Faster.

She squeezed him again and it was all he could take. He gave her one final thrust and then with a growl, Clifford's cock erupted with a torrent of cum. She felt her p*ssy flood with warm juices, some of them her own.
They stay pressed up against the wall for a few moments as his cock continued to spurt inside her.

Both needed a chance to catch their breath. Adaora unwrapped her legs from around him and set her feet both on the ground.
She pushed him back and his cock slipped out of her with an audible pop. They looked at each other for a moment, lust in both their eyes.

Remembering where they were, she quickly dropped to her knees. She took his deflating cock in her mouth and sucked the cum off it. Then she pulled his boxers and trousers up, tucked in his shirt, and tried to make him look presentable.
Once he looked like he was back together, she pushed her jumper down and smoothed out the creases.

Clifford hadn't moved or taken his eyes off her. They smoldered with desire, even though some of it had just been spent. She pulled him close and they kissed again. This kiss was gentle and tender.

"You were thinking about me all morning?"

Clifford nodded.

Adaora picked her panties up off the ground and brushed the crotch against her slit, leaving a dark spot on the cotton. Then she folded them neatly and slipped them into his pocket.

"Now you can think about me all afternoon." She winked and pushed him away.
He stood there, still dazed.

"There's ... um," he could barely think clearly enough to form the words.

"There's a ... uh ... dinner tonight ... at 6:30. Think of what you would like to do after that."
He picked up his bag and pulled on the door. It had locked behind them

They shared an embarrassed laugh.

Arm in arm, they walked back around the building, trying not to look suspicious.
A little while later, Clifford was back in his meetings and Adaora was feeling a little better about herself.

Their afternoon quickie was a little more to her liking. It was fast and raw. It was completely devoid of any emotional attachments. He had taken her and had his way with her.

Clifford had used her for sex, and in Adaora's mind, that was okay. That's what he was paying her for.
But there was another little part of her that could not be kept quiet no matter how hard she tried to push it from her mind.

That part wanted to be used. That part of her had recognized that Clifford wanted her so badly, that he couldn't wait to get inside her. She liked that he couldn't control himself and needed to take her. It made her feel sexy in a way that she had not felt around any of her other clients.

It also stirred her desire and that's what scared her.

****

At about 4:30, Adaora went into the bathroom to clean up.
Clifford came in a few minutes later. As she was sitting on the toilet, reading a magazine. He flung the door open, saw her, and backed out immediately.

Adaora found Clifford sitting on the couch, poring over a packet he had picked up from a vendor. She sat down next to him and pretended to be interested in whatever it was he was reading. A couple of times, she caught him eyeing her legs or her breasts.

He excused himself and went off to the bathroom.
With a pernicious grin, she slipped the jumper and t-shirt over her head. She folded it and placed it over the arm of the small sofa, laying her bra on top. Then she sat down, leaned back, and spread her legs, waiting for Clifford to return.

She heard him inhale sharply when he saw her. Time seemed to stand still as the two stared at each other, their mutual desire hanging in the air.

Adaora made the first move. She stood and walked over to him, making sure there was some extra bounce in her breasts and an exaggerated sway in her hips. He couldn't take his eyes off her naked form.

"It looks like someone has had a long day," she pulled his shirt out of his khakis and unbuckled his belt.

"Why don't we relax a bit?" He asked.

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Well, I enjoyed writing it as well. If you missed the story, you can still check it out on my page

Now, the new story!

I tilted this one "Aｂｕｊａ Ｔｏ Ｌａｇｏs"

Adaora is a "call girl" who takes on a client named Clifford. He wants her to accompany him to a convention in Lagos. While both of them were away, they learned about each other and themselves.

Can a high-priced hooker fall in love?

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Aｂｕｊａ Ｔｏ Ｌａｇｏs

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 1


“Hello, Mr. Clifford?" she said as the door opened.

The man at the door was in his mid-thirties. Attractive, a little average-looking.

"Yes," he replied in a kind voice. "You must be Adaora. Please come in."

"Thank you," she said. He led her through the large house to the kitchen area. It looked like he had been reading the paper.

He motioned to one of the chairs at the table. "Can I get you something to drink? Coke? Orange juice?"

"No, thank you," she replied, wondering why he would be hiring a call girl. The house had a warm feeling to it.
Topping off his wine glass, the man sat at the table opposite her.

"Has Omalicha explained the situation to you?" he asked casually.

"Not really, Mr. Clifford. She—"

"Please," he waved his hand. "Call me Clifford."

"Thank you, Clifford. She just said you were going out of town next week and needed someone to go with you." Adaora shifted uncomfortably. She didn't like taking on long-term clients because they sometimes wanted a relationship she didn't. Adaora was in it for the money; nothing more, nothing less. And she liked one-night stands. At first, she had thought to turn this job down, too, but Omalicha promised that she'd make too much to pass it up.

"That's essentially correct," he said. Adaora looked him over again. He was obviously well-to-do, but not in an arrogant, opulent way. The way he spoke to her wasn't condescending, unlike most of her other clients. He was treating her as if she were his equal. In a sense, she was; they were both business people, and this was just another business relationship for each of them.

"I've got a conference next week in Lagos and I'd like for you to come with me." He reached into the briefcase under the table and pulled out a legal pad with some notes on it.

"We'll be gone on Sunday through Sunday. The conference has several social and business functions. You will accompany me to all of them, although there will also be plenty of time for you to spend on your own while I'm in meetings."

He reached into the briefcase again and brought out an envelope. He counted out some naira notes (One thousand) and pushed them across the table.

"This is for your time today. If you would like to go to Lagos with me, there are a couple of errands I would like for you to run with me." Clifford paused for a moment and then flashed Adaora an embarrassed smile. "I'm not really sure how this works, so you might want to take over from here."

"What do you expect from me while we're on this trip?" she asked, slipping the money into her billfold. She always liked to get everything on the table from the start. Omalicha maintained a stable of good-looking and sexually adept call girls but was very discriminating with her clientele. She screened all prospective clients and did not tolerate any abuse of her girls. Omalicha had an interview with Clifford before sending Adaora out to meet him, and she was generally a pretty good judge of character. Adaora got the feeling that Clifford was going to be one of her better jobs.

"I need someone to accompany me to all of the social activities. We'll come up with something to explain our ... relationship. After the meetings, there is usually a meet-and-greet each night. I will pay for you to register with the conference as a guest which will get you into all the functions. I will also pay for your food while we're there and any activities we do together," he said. "Anything you do on your own—like shopping or gambling—comes out of your pocket."

Clifford shifted uncomfortably. "In addition, you will be available for me sexually all week."

Adaora smiled inwardly but kept her expression carefully neutral. This was definitely his first time with a "working girl".

"Let's talk pay," Adaora said, a typical Igbo girl who loved money.

“Omalicha should have told you that my rate is 100k (Hundred thousand naira) per day."

"She did."

"I don't do anything kinky," she said and rattled off a list of acts she would not perform or take part in, "And you must wear a condom for anything involving penetration."

"I was going to ask you about that ... I really don't like using condoms," Clifford's voice trailed off. Omalicha had told him about this provision that she demanded of all her girls, but he had learned in life that everything is negotiable. He watched Adaora's expression carefully, bracing himself for the rejection of his proposal.

“What if we both go in for STD tests—which I will pay for—and if I paid for the birth control method of your choice?"

Adaora thought for a second.

"If you see something you don't like on the tests, you can back out at any time," he continued, watching her eyes.

"I've had Norplant for three years now," Adaora said, her face unreadable. "Birth control isn't the problem."

Clifford thought she would probably go for it, but that the businesswoman in her wanted something in return.

He must really hate condoms, Adaora thought. She wavered for a second, but when she added up in her head how much money she would be passing up if she said no, she gave in.

"Okay," she said. "But if anything shows up on your tests, the whole deal is off."
"Excellent," Clifford smiled, and Adaora was immediately taken aback. There was something about him. His smile was very disarming and sincere. In her line of work, cynicism was the rule, not the exception. "If you don't mind, let's get running on our errands."

He finished off the last few bites of his bagel, grabbed his half-empty wine glass, and then retreated into his bedroom.

Adaora took the time to look around his kitchen and living room. He had not decorated it; that much was clear. In a couple of places, there were piles of papers: notes, bills, unopened letters, and the like. Not dirty or messy. Everything was organized in some kind of system, and Clifford surely knew where things were, but it appeared to be a lot of clutter.
By comparison, the rest of the house was filled with antiques and knickknacks.

The furniture matched the paint on the walls which matched the borders which matched the pillows on the couch. There was artwork on the walls that no single straight man would have ever bought or arranged. It was as if someone with good taste and an eye for detail had decorated the house for Clifford, then left, and he had never changed a thing.

After a couple of minutes, Clifford led Adaora out to his car and they ran their errands. Along the way, they talked. Of course, he didn't want any of his professional colleagues to know he had brought a call girl to a conference, so they got to know one another. His complete and utter lack of pretense soon had Adaora forgetting that he was paying her to be with him, even if there was no sex involved. He asked about her interests, and while he never asked about her work, he seemed genuinely interested in her personally.

Their first stop was a doctor's office. After signing in, the two were taken back for a physical examination and blood screenings. The process was fast and mostly painless.

Next, the two went to a Lasik clinic, where it seemed like they were ready to take her on the spot. Their eagerness put Adaora off, but when Clifford told her that he had his own laser eye surgery there, she felt a little better. She made an appointment for a day when a friend could pick her up but before their trip.

After a quick bite to eat, their final stop was a tailor shop. Soon, Adaora was up on a stand as a young woman quickly took her measurements. Clifford did not explain, but throughout the day, he was polite and kind.
With their errands complete, Clifford drove back to his house.

"It was nice to meet you," he said with a warm smile. She found that she had very much enjoyed the other's company. It had been a long time since she had spent time with a man who did not want to just do his business and then be done with her.

"It was my pleasure," Adaora replied with a matching smile.
Clifford handed her one final packet. Inside the envelope were five more naira notes and a list.

"There are some things you will need for the trip. It is business, after all, and you should be dressed appropriately. If you don't have something, there should be more than enough money there to go get it. If you spend more than that, you're on your own."

Adaora stared at him for a second, a flash of disbelief in her eyes. None of her clients had ever offered her even a fraction of the consideration, generosity, or respect Adaora had shown her.

"If you have any problems with the Lasik place, give me a call." He handed her a business card with his home phone and his cell phone number on it.

"Our test results should be back by Thursday. Can you meet me at the doctor's then?"

***

Nothing came back on either of their tests and Sunday morning the pair was on a plane to Lagos. It was the first time she had ever flown first-class, and she had 350K in cash in her purse, an advance on her services for the week. Also in her purse was a big bottle of saline drops to keep her eyes moist, but otherwise, her surgically-enhanced vision was a perfect 20/20.

The two concocted a story claiming to be business partners with something of a romantic interest between them. The show they were attending was a food and beverage expo, specifically for entrepreneurs opening and running non-franchise restaurants. Clifford had inherited a fair amount of money from his parents and went to University. After graduating from a private University in Abuja, he earned a Ph.D. in history from the United Kingdom and had written a couple of reasonably successful books.

Although he did fairly well for himself as an author and as a University professor, he also wanted to try his hand at business. He had saved up some money and was about to invest it all in an Italian restaurant. Adaora wondered if he was going to write off her involvement in this trip as a business expense.

He asked a lot of questions about her, which she answered. Sometimes evasively, usually honestly. Because of his easygoing manner, she never even considered lying to him. However, when she tried to probe him about his personal life, he said virtually nothing.

Their plane landed at Murtala Muhammed International Airport and soon the two were at the rental car counter, picking up a Toyota Corolla. He then drove to their hotel, Lagos Intercontinental Hotel. Even though it was spring, it was still warm out, so they were glad that they would be spending the majority of their stay indoors.

After dropping the car off with the valet and checking into the hotel, they went up to their room. Adaora was surprised that Clifford had not laid a hand on her throughout the entire trip. He was in business mode. They got settled in and began unpacking a few things.

It was a one-bedroom suite, located in the heart of Lagos. There was a sitting room with a table, desk, and hookup for a laptop computer. A cabinet hid the television. Through a doorway, there was a bedroom with a large bathroom that featured a stand-up shower and jacuzzi tub.

Adaora checked the clock. It was 2:00 pm

"Let's go get registered," Clifford said, pulling a folder out of his briefcase. "Would you like to be a guest or a conferee?"
"What's the difference?"

"About a hundred thousand naira," he smiled. "A conferee gets to attend lots of boring seminars. Of course, you could probably go to the seminars anyway. I doubt they'll be checking name badges at the doors. Want to open a restaurant?"
Adaora smiled back. "No, but thanks for the offer."

The pair went down to the conference center, which was bustling with activity. Both were dressed casually and by all appearances, they were just another pair of entrepreneurs.

He registered her as a conferee anyway, just to get an extra packet with all the free stuff, which included a conference schedule, name badges, a big cache of goodies from some vendors attending the conference, meal tickets for the luncheons, and a sturdy backpack to hold everything.

Along the way, Clifford was quick to meet as many folks as he could and began networking with a vengeance. Adaora stood quietly at his side, making polite conversation, appearing interested, and letting him do all the talking.

After a while, the pair headed back up to their room. Clifford went into the bathroom and washed up. Adaora waited for him, not really knowing what to expect. She was a call girl, but this was turning out to be the most unusual job she had ever taken. She checked her watch; some of her other clients would have banged her three times by now.

"There's a lounge down on the first floor," he said to her. "Freshen up and we'll go get something to eat."

Then he was gone.

A little while later, she found him sitting at the bar. He was wearing a polo shirt and khakis. A drink sat on the counter, but it was nearly full as if he had only sipped at it. Adaora sat down next to him. He must not have heard her because he continued to stare off, his eyes blankly fixed on some point well outside the floor that was in front of him.

The soft touch of her hand on his arm brought Clifford back to the present.
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't see you come in. You look great."
Unconsciously, Adaora blushed. She had never been complimented like that by a client. If they said anything at all about her appearance, it was usually that she was hot or sexy. And then it was off to third base.

"Thank you," she managed to reply. She didn't think much about what she had on, a simple blouse and skirt. Her hair was pulled back and she had put on a little make-up, but she otherwise felt rather plain.

"Are you hungry?" Clifford asked.

"I'm starved, to tell the truth."

"Where would you like to go?"

Adaora had to pause for a moment. This job was getting weirder by the minute. No client had ever asked her what she liked, and he was ready to let her pick the restaurant. She was half-tempted to mention the very pricey steak house in the hotel just to see if he would take her there but decided against pushing her luck.

"I don't know. I've never been to this place before."


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Nice Story bro.
Thank you for the consistent updates and for concluding it in a grand style.

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Ouuuuf!!! So far so good
All is well that ends well
Thanks for this brilliant story OP
This is the kind of ending I was actually looking forward to, and I’m glad you didn’t disappoint lol
Sometimes, we don’t normally have all what we wish for and this is an example of that. While some were rooting for a Mary we’d Abbey ending, I was actually looking out for something else. Call me bad belle but the story will be too predictable and lose its charm if at the end Mary n Abbey become an item.

To even think that some were rooting for a twosome between Mary, Abbey n Shola (those perverts lol)

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So I had to twist everything

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~Mary’s POV ~

“I just realized you never told me what you like to do for fun.” My voice rang out in the silent car as Shola drove towards my new apartment. I stared out the window for the past few minutes until I chose to strike up a conversation. Although it’s been a few weeks since Ggbenga popped up, I remember we tried to get to know each other, yet, failed horrifically due to it being slightly awkward and I had to go to work.

“That was random,” Shola said.

“What? Did you get tired of me being tall, dark, and mysterious?”

He joked, causing me to roll my eyes.

I may not have known much about Shola, but during these little car rides, I’ve understood he loves being funny. He also enjoys starting arguments. I thought only he and Abbey did that because they’re men, but he does it to me, too.
Although I knew he did it purposely, I couldn’t help but feed into it. He could push my thoughts and have me laughing at the silliness of it. In other words, Shola was quite the charmer when he wasn’t pretending to be presumptuous.

“Come on, I'm serious,” I faced him. “What do you like to do besides playing Candy Crush?” I remarked, thinking back on that argument he and Abbey had a month ago. Abbey claimed that’s all he did at work instead of actually working. Shola laughed at my question and my eyes couldn’t help but look at his perfect teeth as he did so.

“Well, I enjoy working out and sometimes I like to box. I used to give out private lessons as a little side hustle. This was when Abbey and I were starting our business and we didn’t have many friends, even though we were both working.”

“But aren’t Abbey’s parents well-to-do?” I questioned, intrigued.
He nodded. “Yeah, but we wanted to do it on our own.”

The conversation stopped there for a while. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what else to ask him. I went back to enjoying the scenery as other thoughts clouded my mind. Thinking back on how my life has flipped in such a short time. And it all began when I met Abbey, and truthfully, I was glad I did. He’s made me realize a lot of things concerning my marriage. He had helped me, supported me, and has been the perfect man.

Besides Abbey, Shola has helped me as well, despite our rocky start which reminded me of something I had to say that’s been long overdue.

“Thank you, Shola,” I spoke up.

He turned his head at me for a moment and gave me a confused look. “For taking care of me when Abbey brought me to your home. You didn’t have to agree to take me in or let me stay. And I never properly thanked you for it. I’m not sure how to repay you for your kindness.”

“I reject your thank you.”

“What?” I gave him an incredulous look not thinking he’d ever say that.

“If you think you have to repay me in some way for that, I reject it. You owe me nothing. Besides, Abbey helped more than I did. I just stood around and minded my business.” His eyes met mine briefly before focusing on the road. You gave me a foot rub and I know it was you who came in to check on me.”

“Oh, so you were up, huh? Mary were you pretending to be asleep during that massage?” he teased and for a minute my brain went blank, forgetting that I had faked that I was sleeping when he came in. Shola glanced at me and chuckled at the look on my face.

“Seems we’re both caught red-handed. Why did you pretend you were asleep? By the way, you’re a terrible actress.”

“Shola!” I tried to protest, despite my embarrassment. He shrugged indifferently, though he couldn’t contain his laughter. “What? It’s true.”

Shaking my head at him, I countered, “Well, why were you constantly checking in on me at night? Dropping off medicine and snacks as if I wouldn’t notice.”

He went silent. His hands clutched at the wheel, tense until he huffed out a breath.

“I was worried about you.” He admitted. Only five words left his mouth and though they shouldn’t have had an effect on me, they did. My heart thundered painfully in my chest at his admission.

“I thought you hated me,” I said quietly, causing him to look at me.

“We last left off on an unpleasant note and I didn’t want to make things terrible between us.”

“I didn’t hate you. I just didn’t understand, and I was jea…,” he cut himself off with a frown, seeming to think of the earlier months of my stay at his and Abbey’s place.

“And now you do?” I questioned.

He sighed. “Not really. I understand that something bigger went on, but it wasn’t my business to know.”

“I…” pausing, I decided it was best finally to let Shola know.

“My husband kicked me out of our home. My friend Comfort was in another country, and I had nowhere else to go. I didn’t have my phone, keys, or anything. Nothing except for the clothes I had on. My neighbors didn’t help, so I walked until I found a stranger t— a good Samaritan whose phone I used to call..”

“Abbey that hour of the night,” he finished for me. His lips turned into a frown and guilt lingered in his gaze.

“I'm so sorry, Mary.”

“It’s okay, Shola.”

He shook his head and the light at the intersection turned. Shola stopped the car at the red light, turning all his attention on me. Our eyes met with his holding sincerity.

“It’s not okay. I was simply an asshole and you didn’t deserve it. I let my judgment cloud me even though I had an inkling, something was off. You had enough on your plate and I..” The light turned as he stopped himself once more.

He was upset at himself for his past actions. I did what happened against him as I told him before, when we started over. I gave him the wrong impression. Additionally, I understood he was looking out for his friends.

I laid a hand on his shoulder. “Shola, it’s fine. You didn’t know.”

“That’s not an excuse. I should have asked.” With a sigh, I gave up. He was intent on blaming himself for something that wasn’t his fault. Removing my hand from his shoulder, I placed it down on my lap.

“Do you accept my thank you now?” I asked, trying to lighten the conversation.
Despite his attempt to keep frowning, his mouth couldn’t help but drift upward into a smile. He glanced at me and chuckled.

“Yes, Mary. As long as you didn’t think you owe me anything.”

“Ok. I’ll stop thinking of ways to pay you back if you stop blaming yourself for how you acted when you didn’t know everything.”

“Mary…,”

“It was a misunderstanding and lack of communication. Plus, we said we’d start anew.”

“Alright,” he relented and held out his hand.

***

Twisting the handle, the door to the apartment opened. Making sure to close the front door quietly, I stepped foot into my home, heading towards the living room. I heard the door to Comfort's room open and she stepped out, heading towards me excitedly.

“Hey, Comfort,” I greeted her with a warm smirk and walked a short distance to the couch.

Setting my work bag down on the floor, I sat down on the couch kicking my heels off once my bum met the soft cushion. A satisfied exhale left my lips as my feet enjoyed their freedom. When I felt the couch dip next to me, I turned to face her.

“Good news?”

“Great freaking news! I’m leaving in a few days! “She squealed, not able to contain her excitement. I couldn’t blame her and instantly leaned in and gave her a congratulatory hug.

“I know you can’t wait to see your man!” I said, pulling away from her.

“Yes, I missed him so much. It didn’t help that the date kept getting moved because of some stup*d papers.” She rolled her eyes while I just smiled at her.

“But the good thing is, you are going home. Just make sure to invite me to the wedding.” I teased.

“Uh-huh, as if you weren’t getting an invite,” she said before the smile on her face began to change. I stared at her for a moment in confusion, wondering her mood switched. Comfort bit her lip nervously, hesitating before she spoke again.

“Will you…be okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Mary,” she sighed, giving me a look of seriousness.

“I'm worried about you. I don’t want to leave if..,” stopping her, I grabbed her hands.

“Go.”

“I..,”

“Go. I will be alright. Don’t worry about me, Comfort. Live your life and be happy. We’ve talked about this before, remember?” She nodded.

“I love you, which means I want the best for you. Don’t even think about placing your life on hold for me. I would feel terrible if you do that.”

“But..,”

“If you keep this up, I won’t tell you about the amazing sex I have had with Abbey.” I attempted to joke, and she laughed.

“Oh no Romeo, where will I be without imaginary porn filling my brain?”

“Juliet Juliet,” I imitated the voice of a Shakespeare actor. “You shall be in hell.”

We tried to remain serious until we could no longer contain our laughter. Sitting close to one another and holding hands, we laughed until our stomachs began to cramp. Then when our laughter seized, we started to cry, sobbing like two children who had lost their favorite toy. Or a toddler who was being separated from their best friend.

“I'm gonna miss you,” I said through my tears.

“I’ll only be a country away,” we giggled despite the obvious sadness.

Truth is, I was sad that she’d be leaving. Although Comfort traveled often, we’ve never been apart for long. After meeting each other in school, we had been inseparable, except for when I was with John. Even then, that didn’t stop us from getting together. But I wasn’t just sad that Comfort was leaving, I was also glad, and ecstatic. I wanted to see my friend who’s been a sister to me live life to the fullest and be happy. And it wasn’t like I couldn’t visit her. I’d just have to budget my money.

“I’ll miss you too.” Sniffling, we wiped each other’s tears as we’ve done many times in the past.

"Now, what’s this about amazing sex?”
I bit back a laugh.

“Not telling you. Anyway, you’re the one that’s about to have sex as soon as you land.”

“Sure,” she said confidently with a grin, removing her hands from my face.

“Now, back to what I was saying,” she paused, giving me a thoughtful look. “Are you going to go through with the divorce?”

“Abbey is finding a lawyer for me.”

“I didn’t ask about a lawyer. I asked if you’re going through with it?” Comfort queried. Not a hint of irritation was in her voice, but her tone was pressing.

“Yes.”

The word hung in the silent room. The two of us stared at one another as the seconds ticked by. Her eyes seared into mine as if searching for something. I knew it came as a shock to her that I was going to leave, but it was time.

Seeing Gbenga must’ve made me snap, especially after listening to what he said. I was tired of going above my duty as a wife. Memories of all the fights, the way he treated me, the loss of my child, and how he left me outside caused my heart to ache. I lost so much and now I'm supposed to go back and fix everything?

Why?

Why me?

The last few months have been an eye-opener. I was already pondering on our marriage, wondering if it was worth staying, for I hadn’t put my ring back on.
Then the talks I had with Comfort kept swirling in my mind. Though I was still hesitant.

Finally, the conversation I had with Abbey unleashed something inside me. When he asked what being married is like and I couldn’t answer, it made me realize that the marriage was wrong.

~ Flashback ~

“Regardless of what? If he cheats? Gets angry? Doesn’t show love to you? Is that what it’s like to be married? To let your partner constantly get away with disrespecting you; hurting you. Letting them shirk their responsibilities and placing the blame on you is something I would want. Does that sounds like something I would want?” Abbey asked.

When he said that, it put my marriage into perspective. Almost as if I had an epiphany or something. Marriage shouldn’t be that way. My marriage to John should have been full of love and happiness, but it wasn’t. The thought of that hit me like a train and I wished for the second time that I had never become John's wife.

“I’m still terrified of the possibilities, Comfort. I won’t lie, but I’m drained.”
I shook my head solemnly.

“I hate thinking of going back there. He doesn’t love me and I…,”

She nodded. “It’s okay to still have feelings for him. You married him, loved him.”

“Yes, but I don’t want to. I still harbor feelings for John, but they aren’t intense. Not like before when I hadn’t met Abbey. There aren’t butterflies. There hasn’t been for a long time, but it scared me to leave. Even though I am, I must do this for myself. I’ve been brave this far, so I should keep going.” I paused.

“Right?”

“Right.” Comfort held her arms open, and we embraced once more. “I’m proud of you, Mary.”

“Sometimes I feel like you shouldn’t be,” I admitted and she tensed, parting from me.

“Why?”

“Because I'm like a stup*d kid being in the habit of relying on people and now making the choice to leave John.”

“Mary, you’re being independent now and it’s okay that…,”

“But I shouldn’t have to do it now. I should have been a stronger woman. I’m a twenty-eight years old woman who doesn’t have her life together..”

“Because you were forced to start over. There’s nothing wrong with that. Stop being so hard on yourself, sweetheart. You may not have much now, but you will in time. This apartment is yours. No one can take it from you unless you don’t pay the next rent. Besides that, it’s yours.

Also, no rule specifies you need to have things at a certain age or time. Stop overthinking and demeaning yourself, ok? Or else I’ll stay here instead of seeing my future wife.”

“Wow,” my eyes widened in shock. “You’re going to pull that card on me?” Comfort grinned, nodding her head.

“Yup,” she shrugged before hopping off of the couch. “Now enough tears. It’s time to celebrate with a drink.” On that note, I stood up as well, following Comfort to the kitchen.

“You know what?” I started slipping my feet into my heels. “Let's go out for drinks. My treat.”

“I like the sound of that,” she said before going to her room and getting her shoes.

***
The following day, I followed Comfort to the airport. It was such an emotional moment for me. I drained my top with tears and she cried too. I would surely miss her; my friend, sister, and everything. Comfort promised she would never forget me. She promised to keep in touch, video call, and other stuff. She also promised that if things fall in place for her, she would make sure I come over to the UK, but on the condition I divorce John. I already told her Abbey was looking for a lawyer, but she must have thought I was joking. But truly, my mind was made up.

Going back to John seemed like going back to my vomit. If all these while he never cared to look for me, that shows how much he hated me. Then why go back to a place I was never loved?

Comfort gave me some money before I left the airport. I couldn’t thank her enough before bidding her farewell. I will miss my darling friend so much.
A week later, I bumped into Gbenga again. I wonder why it has to be him all the time. It was there and then he told me John was filing for divorce and I couldn’t be happier even though I pretended as if I was sad, but deep down I was elated.

Gbenga was mad at me for taking pills as a married woman and for making my husband feel very terrible. I couldn’t stand to exchange words with him. Instead, I walked away from him. He had been a great family friend and I could feel the sadness on his face. He badly wished John and I could reunite again but that looked like mission impossible.

Well, just as John wanted, the deed was done when Abbey got a lawyer. I got some parts of John's properties after the divorce. So I moved on with my life at Comfort's apartment. A part of me was really sad and another part was glad I did it.

When I informed Comfort about it, she was so happy and loud on the phone. I knew she had this hatred towards John right from time. She teasingly said it called for celebration, but I jokingly told her to shut up and we laughed over it.

Ever since she moved to the UK to be with her husband-to-be, she had been sending me silly pictures and videos of them loving up together. She made me feel jealous at times and each time I complain, she would always redirect me to Abbey. Silly girl.

Now that I got divorced, what next? Well, it’s been a long ride, so let me save you the long tales and abridge the story.

Abbey and I would have been a perfect match until we discovered our genotype. He was AS and likewise me. Too bad that I cried for two nights. I had fallen in love with him but it turned out we can’t end up forever if we consider our unborn kids. It was hard for Abbey but with time, he had to move on with his life.

Shola would have been a better replacement, but I don’t love him as much as I love Abbey. I think I just find him attractive and nothing more. Besides, I can’t imagine doing such to Abbey. Both of them were like brothers, so it would seem like a betrayer if I tie the knot with Shola. I knew he found me attractive, but I had to let him know we can’t end up together.

The reality was finally down on me as to the fact that I didn’t end up with either Abbey or Shola after leaving John. It was time to focus on myself and work.
Gradually, I was healing from the past and coming to terms with everything that happened in the past. Truly, people come into our lives and play different roles. Abbey and Shola had played their part. They have helped me discover who I am and what I really want but we were never meant to be forever.

It was all in the past now. I’m living in the moment currently, hoping, and believing that someday I would find someone who would love me like Abbey did. Someone who would cherish, adore, pamper, and tell me to my face that I deserved to be loved. Until I find that soul, I will continue to live, hope, and pray for a better life.

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Part 3

Final Episode

~ John’s POV ~

I was relaxing in the living room from the day's stress and patrol with my colleagues. It had been a long day. The TV was on. The AC was cooling the entire room as I crossed my legs on the center table. A few minutes after 5 in the evening was the time and my attention was on the news at 5.

A moment later, I heard a car beep, and looking through the window, I noticed it was Gbenga's car. We had been together all day. He was probably coming to spend the evening, I presumed.

“Mr. Johnson,” came his thick voice knocking at the door.

“Yes, sir,” I stood up and headed towards the entrance door.

“Welcome, sir,” I responded as soon as his face popped up when I opened the wooden door.

“Thank you, sir,” he greeted and walked straight to sit on one of the couches.

“I seriously don’t understand what this people are up to,” Mr. Gbenga sounded worried as soon as he sat down.

“Which people are you talking about? I asked, sitting directly opposite him.

“This government and its administration. They haven’t been supportive to the Air Force and other uniform men.. so many unpaid salaries here and there and they expect the Police to effectively do their work?”

I exhaled. “It’s really sad thinking about this whole issue. I hope the incoming government will get things right.” I said.

“I really hope so. It’s so getting out of hand and they seem so unbothered.”

“Erm..that reminds me, Johnson, I saw your wife the other day,” Gbenga said, changing the topic immediately.

Well, my instincts told me it was probably the major reason he came to see me.

“Oh! Really? Where did you see her?

“I bumped into her. That’s by the way. You never mentioned anything about the reason she left.”

So, did she tell you about it?” I questioned.

“Mr. Johnsonnnn…,” he said, stressing my name. “You and I know Mary is your legally wedded wife and shouldn’t be treated that way.”

“I bet she must have told you a lot,” I said and paused.

“I'm your very good friend and at this point, I think you should listen to what I have to tell you,” he continued.

“Well, before you begin with your advice, let me begin by telling you that Mary has been taking contraceptives for God knows how long..,”

“What! For what? Who told you? I mean how did you know?”
“You know, nothing is hidden forever under the sun. Excuse me, I’ll be back,” I stood up and returned a jiffy.

“Just take a look at the pills she has been feeding herself with. I found some in the bathroom and others under the bed. I couldn’t believe it. No wonder we have been childless all this while and she has the gut to follow me to the hospital for a check-up…,”

“Hmmm, what could be the reason? Why would she be taking pills? Was there any agreement on that?”

“For what? How could I? You know how much I had desperately wanted a child. She once had a miscarriage which was my fault but never intentional..”

“A miscarriage? Oh! My God.”

“Well, let’s not go into details on that. It’s only the two of us who knew what transpired. That’s in the past anyway.”

“So, what are you saying in essence? You don’t want her back anymore?”

“Yes! I used to miss her. I used to drink over her but not anymore. I can’t bring back a woman who has wasted my supposedly unborn kids. Such kind of woman could do the unpredictable. Thank God I found out."

“Remember, you never caught her red-handed.. you know.”

“I don’t want to believe you are doubting me or perhaps you are on her side based on whatever story she must have told you. Yes, I pushed her away that night and I did regret it. But this very issue of pills, no, no, I can’t.

“You can’t what..?”

“We can’t get back. Don’t think that’s all. Mary isn’t really who you think she is. Wait, let me show you something.” I brought out Mary's phone.

“Ok, what’s that?”

“When Mary left without her phone, I tried calling her friend to find out if she was there, but I was shocked she had deleted my fingerprint from her phone which is unlike her. I couldn't unlock her phone or had any access to it. Now, tell me, what possibly could she be hiding? I bet she has found a new lover and I never want to set my eyes on her!”

“It hasn’t gotten to that yet,” Gbenga said.

“It has, my friend. I want a divorce."

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Part 3

Episode 45

~ Mary's POV ~

“Gbenga,” I said once more staring at the grey-haired man in the eye as he stood before me.

“In the flesh, Mary,” he attempted to jest despite the tense air between us. Albeit shaky, he smiled at me heartwarmingly. “How've you been?”

Although the question he asked was simple, I can’t tell how I felt. He’s asking about my well-being after all this time. It’s been months since we’ve spoken and he chooses to show up out of the blue. Why? Why would he appear after all this time? My brain spewed a barrage of questions that I desperately needed an answer to. The biggest one of all concerned whether he arrived with John or not.

“Is he with you?” I asked, brushing over his question.

My eyes darted around, trying to spot him, but he was nowhere to be seen. As far as I can tell.

Gbenga cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s just me, Mary.” Seeing the distrust on my face, he smiled and faltered.

“I promise.”

“Ok,” I breathed out. “What are you doing here?”

Through the years of knowing Gbenga, he’s always been kind to me. I loved him for that, but his relationship with John was bigger than ours. And I had the misfortune of understanding just how their friendship was. Gbenga couldn’t be trusted because he remained loyal to my husband.

So for now, it was best to disregard formalities and get down to the real reason he was here.

“I wanted to talk to you. I’ve tried calling but…”

“I don’t have my old phone anymore. I don’t have anything that once belonged to me which I’m sure you can tell if you’ve talked to my husband.”

God, I was somewhat proud of myself for sounding headstrong. My nerves were frazzled as anxiousness began to form in the pit of my stomach. This interaction has barely started, but I was ready for it to be over.

“Johnson hasn’t been so forthcoming with information. He mentioned that you left and that was all. He won’t speak more on it which I can understand as it’s not my business, but..”

Left? Did John tell him I chose to leave?

“Wait,” I stopped him mid-sentence. “He told you l left home willingly?”

He stammered for a moment, confusion leaked in his gaze.

“Yes. Which is why I've….”

“He lied to you,” I told him. Next to the boiling anxiety, anger slowly started to sleep in. “He threw me out to rot.”

At my words, Gbenga's face paled. “What? He wouldn’t do that, Mary.
Johnson loves you…”

I scoffed, wanting to rebuttal. The old man rose to defend John. “He does, Mary. His behavior has been off lately. He misses you. He can be a goddamn fool sometimes but he wouldn’t.”

“Well, he did, sir. End of story. There’s no way he misses me when he hasn’t bothered to show up himself or make sure I was alright.” I said, before continuing.

“Thanks for stopping by, but I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”

Straightening my shoulders, I stepped on him to walk away. For a brief moment, I saw Shola waiting by the car. He stood there with his arms crossed across his chest, watching over me. Although he looked relaxed, leaning on his car, I could see he looked ready to intervene. Seeing him brought me some comfort.
Knowing at any time, he might come to my rescue. I saw Shola until Gbenga stepped in front of me and blocked my view, effectively blocking my path, causing me to let out a small sigh of irritation.

“Gbenga, I have somewhere to be…”

“He’s been drinking.” He said as if his words would instantly stop me.

“He always drinks. When have you not seen him with a beer in his hand?” I asked him.
Moving another step which he instantly followed.

“No Mary.” He was no longer smiling, his tone turned serious.
Placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me from walking again, his eyes met mine.

“He’s drinking. It's getting worse.”

Although his words had my brows raising, I didn’t feel too much concern. Almost as if I didn’t care. Why should I? My husband threw me out without flinching and left me with absolutely nothing. He treated me like nothing. Maybe seeing his accomplice triggered me, but I feel so angry right now.

I was happy before he showed up. I may have pondered on my marriage during the last few months, but I was happy.

Now, here he comes ruining that little peace I’ve had. He dares to show up at my job. To talk of a man who no longer loves me, yet he claims he does.

“What does that have to do with me?” I voiced my thoughts aloud.

Trying to remain calm and stoic even though my heart was beating erratically. This was too much. The past few weeks, I’ve done my best to keep my mind off of John. Wanting to try to possibly become stronger. But how could I do that if.. No! I won’t let him ruin this for me. I shouldn’t.

“You’re his wife. Everything concerns you. He stared at me as if I had grown two heads.

“What’s gotten into you, Mary?”

“Is there a problem here, officer?” a voice approached beside us.

Too stuck in the conversation, I hadn’t noticed Shola had appeared. Although I had originally told him to stay back, I couldn’t help but be grateful he interrupted.
Turning his attention from me, Gbenga looked at Shola. More like, looked up at him since Shola was a tall man.

“No problem at all. I'm just talking to a friend. You can keep walking my friend,” Gbenga informed him.

“It doesn’t seem like a friendly conversation to me,” Shola's eyes pointedly darted to the hand on my shoulder.

Seeing where his gaze went, Gbenga removed his hand before clearing his throat.

“It is, my friend…,” he trailed off, wanting a name from Shola who just smiled charmingly and shrugged.

“No name, I'm just a good Samaritan.”

Gbenga nodded, but I could tell it irritated him.

“Well,” he began, seeing that Shola still hadn’t left. “As I said, you can continue on your way.”

Gesturing down the path, he turned back to me, brushing Shola off. As if he would just walk away. I knew I should probably interrupt, but I wasn’t sure what to say.

“I will, once I’m sure that she’s okay. Until then, I'll be staying.” Sholai insisted.

Gbenga sighed exhaustedly, facing him again. This time with a scowl on his face while Shola's expression remained the same. Grinning as he became an inconvenience to Gbenga, his eyes spoke volumes to me. He was serious despite the cocky confidence he was exhibiting. He kept his focus on Gbenga and each movement he made, calculating him.

“As you can see, I'm an officer, who…?

“And I'm in the military, but you don’t see me flashing my uniform everywhere I go. Clearly, the woman you’re speaking to is uncomfortable. I mean if she’s getting arrested I’ll leave,” Shola shrugged nonchalantly, except he was anything but.

“However, if you aren’t, I’d like your badge number.”

“Excuse me…”

“You’re excused, officer. If there’s no reason for you to be here.” He deadpanned.

I couldn’t help but watch the exchange between the two men. Gbenga was flabbergasted, and his pale skin was beginning to redden. Not only was he upset, but apparently he was embarrassed. He glanced at me as if prompting me to say something. When I refused to speak, he ran a hand over his face with a sigh. Afterward, he shook his head before he walked away silently.
As soon as he left, my shoulders slouched in defeat. I felt drained.

“Are you ok?” Shola asked, watching Gbenga get into his squad car and pull off.

Once the car rounded the corner, he focused his attention on me. His eyes scanned me over as he awaited an answer.

“Not really,” I confessed, still stuck on what had happened.

“Thank you, I'm sorry you had to get involved, but I’m grateful that you did.”

“No apology necessary. He was bothering you and I couldn’t stand back and watch. Come on, let’s get out of here.” He said, and I nodded silently.

Motioning for me to walk with him, we made our way to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in. Closing the door behind me, he rounded the car and got in the driver’s seat. Shola made sure our seatbelts were on before he began driving us to the apartment. I stared out at the scenery before me, lost in my thoughts.

***

Walking into the room, I sat down on the bed, leaning down to take my heels off. With a heavy heart, I tried not to think of what happened with Gbenga. What he told me, but his words were on a loop in my mind. John has always had a drinking problem, but he had gotten better after I thought sometimes. At least, that’s what I thought.

Now he’s drowning himself in liquor and I…. No, no, I shouldn’t care. I won’t care. He did this to himself. It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault, I repeated until my shoulders began to quake as I sobbed into the palm of my hand.

Why is this happening to me? Why would I still feel responsible? I’m trying to be strong, yet I'm crying like a fool. John has wronged me over and over again, and each time I’ve forgiven him. This time, I don’t want to, but I shouldn’t care, but I do. I want to remain indifferent and move on.

He doesn’t love me. So why am I crying over him? Why do I feel guilty for trying to become more than just his wife? This is his fault! Not mine! Not mine!
Picking up the broken dish, my finger snagged onto a shard of glass. Hissing in pain, my tears cascaded down my face. Paying it no mind as I continued on my knees to clean up the mess.

~ Flashback ~

“It's all your fault, Mary. His voice boomed.

“I'm sorry, John, I thought you would like it. I can make you something else to eat.”

He grumbled under his breath, “Just order something. How don’t you know how to cook? Didn’t you have to feed yourself in foster care? What made you think I wanted that?”

“I…I..,"

“Nevermind, I’ll go out to eat,” he gathered his coat from the chair. Mumbling under his breath as he went past me.

“Can't do a damn thing by yourself.” Walking out of the dining room, he collected his keys. It wasn’t a moment later, the door slammed, making me flinch. My river of tears wasn’t doing me much good. Accidentally cut me on another piece of the broken glass he’d thrown earlier, they blurred my vision.

I drove him away. I did this. I have to do better; I scolded myself collecting the food that had spilled on the floor into the trash. He won’t want me if I can’t make a good meal. It’s my fault, I have to do better. I have to.

“Mary?” I looked up, my eyes connecting to Abbey who stood in the door of the apartment.

Bringing me back to the present as I cried, concern burning bright in his gaze as he came toward me in a rush. I tried to wipe away my tears as quickly but there was no point. Sitting beside me, he scooped my body into his arms, sitting me in his lap.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I…” sniffing as I tried to stop crying. I did my best to put on a smile. I wondered how long he had been standing there.

“I’m fine. Just a long day.”

“Don’t give me that,” he shook his head. “Talk to me, please, so I can fix it.”
God, he was the sweetest man on earth. I should be enjoying my time with him instead of being distraught over John. He doesn’t deserve my tears or my heart. I knew that.

Maybe if ignore it, it’ll go away and I won’t feel this way. I won’t have to worry about what’s going on in the home. I mean I..I hit him but he…he…

I had to calm down. Crying this much would do me no good. Besides, I didn’t want to scare Abbey away. I had to stop being weak and downright stupid. I had to be better. Or he won’t want me.

“You can’t. Please, I'm okay. I just need to clear my head, is all.” I told him.

Abbey has been great about everything, and I don’t want to keep unloading my crap on him. It wouldn’t be right or fair to him. Besides, there really isn’t anything he can do. And I don’t want him to get tired of me.

Thought of returning to my husband enveloped in me. I was married. I'm still married. Confused that John misses me.

Should I go back to Johnson?

To be continued…
Frank The Writer

My Husband and I

Dark Romance 🔞

Part 3



Since Episode 43 didn't stay, let me see if 44 will stay. Meanwhile, the complete story is on my Facebook page (Frank The Writer)

Episode 44

~ Mary's POV ~

The smell of yam, potatoes, and burnt toast filled the small apartment. My heels clacked along the hardwood floor as my body scurried within the kitchen. Glancing at my phone on the counter as the alarm went off again. I had about five minutes before I have to leave for work.

“What is going on here?”

Comfort's voice came out from the living room. Still dressed in her pajamas, I imagined, she yawned aloud.
Not sparing her a glance, I took the potatoes off the gas before placing some on a plate that had a side of yam on it already.

“I was trying to make you a big breakfast, but I woke up late this morning,” I told her as I moved to the toaster.

Despite the bread burning my hands, I took it out before smearing jelly on it. Placing the toast on the plate beside the yam and potatoes, I turned around and walked toward her with a smile.

"I would have made eggs and noodles, too, but..”

“You know I'm not an early bird, Mary.” She reached a hand out toward the plate and looked down at it with a grin.

“I’m about to tear this up. God, I’m seriously going to miss your cooking when I leave. Thank youuuu."

“You are welcome," I told her before I wiped the counters down with a wet rag.

“I thought you were going to sleep in my room again, but you never came.”

Since moving in a week and a half ago, she didn’t want me to sleep on the couch. So she insisted we share her bed because she didn’t want me to be uncomfortable.

Comfort and I have shared beds many times, so I had no issue with it. Plus, her bed was very comfortable.
Taking a moment to answer her question, I hesitated. “Oh…,” she trailed off, her voice beginning to tease me.

“Oh, what?” I asked, shrugging her off.

However, I knew where she was heading. She ate another piece of potato before speaking again “You were talking to Abbey all night, huh!”

Choosing not to respond, my alarm went off again, signaling that it was time for me to go.

After my finger pressed ‘stop' to turn it off, my phone received a text message. My eyes scanned over it briefly. This man was always on time.
Putting the rag down in the sink, I turned to Comfort. “I've gotta go,” I told her as I went into the living room to fetch my purse and new house keys.

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved me off.

“You are lucky this time. Don’t think you’re off the look.” She pointed her fork at me with a small laugh.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh, I’ll probably be home late tonight,” I informed Comfort as I headed toward the door.

“Mhm, have a good day at work, and don’t forget to wear protection when you and Abbey meet,” she said, laughing.

I slammed the door shut to cut off her words. Though it didn’t do good as I could still hear her laughing from within the apartment. Shaking my head at her antics, I rushed out of the building.

Comfort wasn’t wrong about her assumptions. Following my departure from Abbey and Shola's place, Abbey and I have found other ways to spend time together. We would settle after having had a long day and then have late video calls with each other.

Sometimes they would end at about one in the morning, but last night we pushed the limit. Neither of us cared that we had work in the morning. Choosing to stay on until about four in the morning, if I’m not mistaken.
I didn’t think would miss him this much, but I did. My mind and body craved him in a way I’ve never felt toward my husband.

Speaking of, I’ve been keeping my mind off John.

Lately, my feelings for him have waned tremendously. What I had once thought of as love has spiraled into something darker.
Anger.

I was beyond upset with him for everything he did and even angrier with myself. I chose to marry him. At one point, John was my everything. The man I’d do anything for, but now my eyes see that what I thought of as love may not have been love at all.

I wonder if what we had was real or did I make it all up in my mind? Too scared to be alone that I romanticized him.

The honk of a car beeping shook me from my thoughts. The sight of a sleek black car parked in front had me eyeing it in confusion.
Suddenly, the passenger door opened and out came a man dressed in blue slacks, a white long-sleeve shirt with a golden cross necklace dangling from his neck.

Shola.

“Mary.” He dipped his head at me in greeting before he beckoned me closer. Walking toward him, a smile crept on my face.

“Hi,” I waved at him.

“Did you get a new car? I thought you were a stranger when I saw the car.”

“Yeah, adding it to the collection,” he said with a grin before we walked together to the passenger side. Opening the door for me, I threw him a grateful look before getting in the vehicle. He closed the door behind me after making sure I was alright. It smelled like a brand-new car, so he wasn’t lying.

Along with it was his natural sandalwood scent. The interior was nice with leather and spacious seats. It also had a touch screen in the car with a lot of apps.
While I was busy taking in the car's appearance, Shola got into the driver's side.

“Technically to Abbey's collection, not mine.” He added.

“Oh?”

“Seatbelts,” he said, and I followed his command.

Reaching over my right shoulder to put it on as he did the same with his. “Yeah, Abbey wanted me to pick it up on my way to you. Did he show you the rest of his cars yet?”

Shaking my head, “No. How many does he have?”

“I think four,” he chuckled before pulling from the curb. “He has a thing for sports cars. I’m sure he’ll show you one day.”

“For some reason, I would have thought you were into those types of cars,” I admitted.

“Why is that?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Don’t most military men like that kind of stuff?” I asked jokingly, causing him to laugh.

Since moving, the two men have been stubborn about taking me to work. Not wanting me to ride the bus. Turns out they were truly committed to helping me out, so they took turns driving me to and from work. There wasn’t a schedule in place now, but the night before I’d get a text from either of them telling me who'll be there in the morning.

Today was Shola's turn and so far it wasn’t bad. He’s taken me to work a few times since I moved. The first few times were awkward as we didn’t have much to say.

However, gradually we started to converse. Although we weren’t buddy-buddy yet, we were slowly becoming friends.

“I’m actually more of a simple man. Don’t you remember me picking you up in a Mercedes?” he asked with a grin while keeping his eyes on the road.

I shrugged. “Yes, and a Mercedes is expensive. That’s far from simple.”
“True, but it’s not that expensive vehicle. Besides, it’s not about the price that makes it simple, it’s about the look and quality of it.”

“If you say so,” I told him with a slight shake of my head. I was holding back a laugh while he glanced at me as we came upon a red light.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “I've been thinking…” He trailed off going off-topic.

“Thinking of what?”

“Well, we hardly know each other, and I want to know more about you.”

“Ok. Do I get to ask you some questions too?” I asked him, tempted to go along with his idea. He nodded in response. “Of course. You go first.”

“Um,” I paused, thinking of what to ask him.

“What made you go into the military?”

He hesitated. The grin on his lips tilted downwards slightly before he schooled his features.

Clearing his throat, he spoke up. “My father was in the military and at the time, I wanted to follow his footsteps.”

“Oh, is he still in..?

“He's dead.”

Despite the easy-going smile on his face, the topic seemed anything, but clearly, that was a sore subject for him, but I wouldn’t question it. “What about you?” Any family?” He asked, to which I tilted my head.

“I'm an orphan. I met Comfort in school and she’s like a sister to me.”
“Damn. That’s good you met her then. Do you know what happened to your parents? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“No. I was going to look for them, but I changed my mind.” I told him, moving my gaze to the window to loom outside.

“Why?” At his question this time I was the one who hesitated. Remembering the time Abbey asked me the same question.

“Have you tried to find out who your birth parents are?” he asked cautiously.

“I wanted to 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 left it alone.”

Thinking back, I decided to tell Shola the same thing. It sounds better than the truth as to why I really stopped searching. More so that I never began looking in the first place.

“Sore subject?” he asked after I answered him. Realizing that the smoke that was once on my face was now gone.

“More like a sore past. Sometimes I dislike thinking about how I grew up. Everything is tied into who I am now if that makes sense."

A beat of silence passed by as we got lost in our thoughts.

***

Opening his door, he exited the car before walking over to the passenger side. It’s weird how I’ve gotten so used to him and Abbey doing this for me. Although the gesture was small, it was chivalrous and made me happy. I stepped out of the car once he opened my door.

“Thank you, Shola,” I said as he closed the door behind me.

“No problem, Mary. And don’t suggest taking a taxi, Uber, or whatever. I’ll be picking you up. Text or call me if you leave early or need anything I’ll see you later,” I nodded up at him.

“Bye, Shola.” I waved at him before I began walking towards the doors. Once inside, I turned around to see his car pull off. He always waits until I’m in the building to finally leave. Placing my signature work smile on my face, I greeted a few of my coworkers and then headed toward my office.
I had plenty of clients to get through today.

With a tired sigh, I finished reviewing one of my client's files. Placing the files into a folder titled with the client’s name, I moved it into my middle drawer. Settling it with the other files that I have on others. When I heard my phone ring, I knew it was Shola. I called him about a half hour ago, telling him I was getting off work soon. He had told me he was on his way, so the text must mean he was outside waiting.

Standing up from the desk, I made sure I didn’t leave additional papers out. I also made sure to collect my bag and phone before walking out of the room.
As usual, the hallways were less crowded and more empty around this time. By now, people were either home or leaving the facility.
While leaving, I said my goodbyes to my other coworkers until I reached the main lobby.

Right as I exited the doors to the facility, I noticed Shola standing by his car dressed in the same clothes from earlier.

However, this time, he wore sunglasses. He was once he saw me and right as I was about to do the same, my name was called. I recognized that voice. My attention moved to my left and I was shocked to see him dressed in his police uniform. He took long strides toward me. My pulse raced as he approached me.

My eyes glanced away from his to see Shola looking at me in concern as I neared panic. I guess he saw something he didn’t like on my face because he instantly started making his way toward me. I was going to faint. This cannot be happening. I shook my head at him subtly, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Though I may not have done well in being subtle because the man in front of me began to turn. I grabbed onto his arm, stopping him.


To be continued…
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Part 3

Episode 42


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~ Mary's POV ~

Trailing a finger on the soft sheets, an inaudible sigh escaped me. Reminiscing, memories of my naked flesh pressed against one another —laughing, sharing kisses, and making love day and night.

Love.

A warm feeling settled in my chest at the word. My heart raced as the image of Abbey appeared in my mind. Shaking away the thought with a frown, I pondered on our relationship. He was perfect, so perfect. What we have is something unexplainable. Something that should be unattainable to me.

Looking down at my bare wedding finger, I sighed once more. It’s been close to three months. Since I have last seen my husband. Many things have happened since our time apart, many actions, words, and thoughts. Although I made a vow to the man I’m tied to I’ve been acting like a single woman.

Enjoying the company of another man, giving my body away to him, falling for him. Yet as I continue to act like a single woman, the guilt I once had is drifting away. Only some of it stays in the recess of my mind, causing me to bear the weight of my affair.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm making the wrong choice. Separating myself from a marriage that isn’t what it used to be. Even if it never was what it should have been; a lovely union between two people in love.

Though Abbey's treatment to me makes me wonder if I’m right. His kindness, his arms of safety, the way he make my heart skip a beat. Would it be so wrong to fall in love with him?

Throughout my time here, I’ve realized that perhaps my marriage didn’t start rightly, I loved John when we met and when we married, but I wonder. Did he love me the way I loved him when we consummate our vows?

Was our marriage doomed from the start? God, why was I thinking about him now?

Is it because of my powerful feelings for Abbey that I’m terrified of acknowledging? Or perhaps it’s because I'm taking a major step today. I was moving in with Comfort.

My first step toward achieving independence. Feelings of excitement stirred within me, along with sadness and an empty feeling I couldn’t shake.
I was anxious about my future, but happy I’d be trying to live my own. Something I have only done once and failed.
No need to think back on that, since it would be different this time. Sure, I didn’t have a car or any of the old things I had, but I’m an adult now with a career friends, and myself to count on. I could do this. At least, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell myself.

I didn’t need John. I can do this on my own, hopefully.
Besides that, I was sad to be leaving Abbey's place. Honestly, I’d miss waking up and sleeping in his arms. It wasn’t until recently that I discovered I loved being held. The way his arms wrapped around my body was the best. He made me feel wanted and most importantly, safe. I’m not sure how he managed that throughout the three months, I have stayed here, but he did.

The sound of a knock at the door had me archway, stood Shola with his arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes sparkled as he eyed me. A small smile perched on his full lips.

“Hey, Abbey's is almost done loading the last bag.” He said.

“Ok. Thank you for…,”

“No thanks needed,” he spoke before coming closer.

His smile turned into a frown. “I've been meaning to ask you something.” I looked at him quizzically, wondering what he had to say. He sounded pretty serious.

“Sure, is something wrong?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“Not exactly. Are you leaving because of my actions?”

“Of course not,” I said.

Surprised, he thought he was the cause of my departure. Sure, he wanted me to leave at first, but we patched things up.

At least that’s what I thought. This time, I took the initiative and approached him.
“I meant it when I said we would start over. I hold nothing against you, Shola.”
He eyed me quizzically.

“Then why?” he trailed off.

“As much as I'd like to say, I can’t.” pausing, I averted my gaze for a moment before returning it to him. His eyes met mine intensely as he awaited my words.

“I have to learn to not be dependent on anyone. This is my way of doing so.”

A moment passed as he pondered on my words. When he finally spoke, he shared his hands in his trousers pocket. His lips tilted upwards into a small yet charming smile.

“I see. Well, now that some of my guilt is gone,” he said jokingly. “I’ll be seeing you around, Mary.”

I let out a small laugh before nodding at him. “I'll be seeing you, Shola.” At my words, he gave me a wink before leaving the room.

Taking a moment to collect myself after our conversation, my eyes trailed toward the end. There sat my wedding ring. Crazy how I once thought I’d never take it off yet here I am.

Deciding it would do no good to keep Abbey waiting, I walked forward. Reaching my hand down to the small ring. Holding it up for a brief second as I stared hard at it. The weight of it felt heavy and dreadful. So many emotions were tied to this item I once prized.

Now, as I stare at it, recent events that have occurred make me want to toss it away. What was once a prize, I held dear was now tarnished?

John told me I was undeserving of love.

Turning my gaze toward the door, I thought of the man who’s given me so much in a little time. Would it be so unrealistic to hope?

That maybe, just maybe, I could have what I didn’t deserve? To truly love another man who wasn’t John?
Comfort seemed to think it was okay and even mentioned a word I’ve tried not to think of.

Divorce.

Would I really be able to put myself through such a thing? Should I? My husband has done many things to me, but I can’t help but fault myself. Then again, John seemed to think I shouldn’t have love. I didn’t deserve it. What husband says that to a wife they supposedly love?

But Abbey, my Abbey, has told me the opposite. Has held me in his arms as I cried within him. Before I could think more, my name was called out by none other than the man himself from downstairs.

Glancing at the ring again, I chose to stuff it into my pocket. This was the wrong time to think about something like this. Quickly, I gathered my phone and went toward the door.

As I walked out of the bedroom, only one thought remained. John didn’t love me, but maybe someone else could.

***

The sun was positively shining, blocking my vision as I rode in the passenger seat of Abbey's car. The car ride was pleasant, with the radio on a low volume, and an occasional hum coming from Abbey. As we drove toward my new home, I felt nervous for myself. Could I really do this? Be alone? Looking out the window, watching the scenery, my fingers fiddled around in my lap.
They stopped when I felt the warm press of a much larger being placed over mine.

Moving my focus to my left, I faced Abbey to see him glance at me. His face expressed concern over me.

“Are you okay, darling?”

“I don’t know. It’s stupid, but I’m very nervous,” I admitted. I’ve never lived by myself before. I mean, Comfort isn’t leaving yet, but she will in another week or so.”

He frowned slightly, keeping his eyes on the road. “It's not stupid to be nervous, pretty.”

“I know,” I sighed. I'm a therapist, for Christ’s sake, I mentally chided myself. “But what if this is a mistake? What if I mess up or something bad happens, like when I was in college?” I was grasping at straws, nearing panic as anxiety welled up in my chest.

My mind conjured an endless amount of horrible outcomes to doing this by myself. My heart began to beat faster as I felt as if I were dooming myself.
Fear slowly seeped into me as we got closer to our destination.

God, I was doing well earlier, convincing myself that I could do this. But as we approach the destination, I was beginning to feel like I can’t.

“Mary,” Abbey's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

Blinking slowly as he faced me, realizing we had stopped at a red light.

“You seem to be worried. It’s okay to be afraid, Mary. Everyone fears something. I don’t look at you differently for freaking out about something you did not have a pleasant experience with.” He paused, letting his words seep in.

“But what if it doesn’t work out? What if I fail?”

“You learn from it and try again,” he said with confidence.

“Besides, you won’t be completely alone. You’ll have your best friend, Shola, and myself to help you. Alright?”

“Alright,” I repeated, lifting my head. A small smile appeared on my face as I looked at him.

“Look at you being all insightful.” I teased him, attempting to lighten the mood.

He chuckled, shooting me a wide smile. “Well, I am a thirty-two-year-old man. I know a few wise quotes here and there.” We laughed for a while and then settled.

His throat cleared a short time after.

“So uh-what's your friend like?”

“Why? Are you trying to impress her?” I joked, giggling.

When I didn’t hear a response back, my eyes widened slightly. “Abbey…”

“She means a lot to you and I..” he paused, drumming his thumb on the steering wheel awkwardly. “I want to make a good impression. I uh- picked up some wine and a small gift the day before and I hope she enjoys it.”

“Comfort already likes you,” I told him softly.

When we stopped at another light, I brought my hand up to his cheek. Turning his face towards me, I leaned in and our lips met gingerly. Feeling sparks burst as we kissed at the light for a moment.

“What was that for?” he asked once we parted. Continuing onward to Comfort's place.

“For being you,” I replied before sitting back in my seat. “Do you think I’m making the right choice? That I can do this on my own?” I asked, turning the conversation serious once again.

“Yes,” he didn’t hesitate to answer. “I full-heartedly believe in you, and I’m proud that you are going this for yourself. As much as I wish to keep you home with men, this is something you have to do,” his words warmed my heart as he spoke with such confidence.

We finally drove into Comfort's apartment.

“Thank you, Abbey.”

“Anytime, pretty Mary. Anytime.

To be continued…
Frank The Writer

Part 3

Episode 41

~ Mary's POV ~

“Hey, you two,” my ears perked at his greetings.

“What’s up?”

“Hi Shola,” I replied, looking at him before moving my eyes to the tv screen.

“Watching a show,” said Abbey, and I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.

His voice was feared toward Shola, but his attention was still on me until he spoke up again and his eyes left the side of my head. “How was work?”

“Boring,” Shola walked further into the apartment into the kitchen. “Did you cook?”

“Do you smell food?” Abbey asked and when Shola said no, he continued.

“There is your answer.”

A laugh bubbled up past my lips at Abbey’s reply. I tried to hide it by using a hand to cover my mouth, but it didn’t help. Shola grumbling in the kitchen as he searched for food made the situation even funnier.

“Don’t be mean,” I told Abbey as my laughter faded.

Facing him, he had a grin on his face.

“Yeah, Abbey, don’t be an ass to the soldier risking his life for our country,” Shola said, walking back to the living room.

“You go to the base and sit in a chair all day playing video games on your phone. What exactly are you risking?” Abbey retorted with a chuckle.

“Abbey!” Grabbing a pillow off the couch, I started hitting him with it. He leaned back, throwing his hands up to shield himself while laughing. To add to my embarrassment, a few chuckles flowed out of Shola's mouth as well.

Stopping my assault on Abbey, I turned my head to Shola and pointed the pillow at him.

“Are you going to get hit, too?” he froze shaking his head and holding his hands up in surrender.

“No, no, carry on. In fact, I need a shower.” He got up before walking away, keeping his eyes on me the entire time while I narrowed mine on his, playfully.

When he walked upstairs, I turned my attention to Abbey, raising the pillow once more.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry,” he chuckled, with his hands raised in front of him.

Placing the pillow back down, he sat up from his position. His eyes held a spark of amusement as he reached his hands out of me. Shuffling closer to him, he wrapped his arms around my waist before kissing my forehead. When he pulled back, I took that as an opportunity to lean in and kiss his lips softly.

“Do you surrender?” I asked, my voice lowering into a seductive whisper.
“Always, pretty.” He spoke right before his lips molded into mine once more.

This was one of the main reasons I felt so deeply about Abbey. We could be silly one moment to being passionate the next. I’ve never experienced anything quite like this before. A fire has always been quick to ignite between us. So hot and powerful, yet dangerous the more I got lost in him.

What had started as innocent kisses turned into more? Gripping me by my waist, Abbey lifted me, placing me in his lap. Thus, causing me to straddle him as our kiss deepened. With my hands resting on his cheeks, I moaned, letting his tongue slip in and seek mine while his hands roamed my body.

Drifting down from my waist to cup my ass, adjusting me so my body could grind on his d!ck, practically dry-humping him.

He groaned, “Mary.” The sound of his voice was full of lust and my heart was flattering and my lower lips became excited. It was crazy how he had such an effect on me. I was sore from earlier but I wanted him inside me again. He pulled away. “We have to stop or you’ll be even more than you are now.”

“I know.” He was right.

Plus, Shola could come back down any minute. Although the two of us have been on the path to becoming friends, finding Abbey and I this way would be awkward. Honestly, it’d probably set us back a bit. I’m sure he still wasn’t on board with Abbey seeing me because I was married.

I wasn’t expecting him to be, but I wanted things around here to be simple. At least, until it was time for me to go which was what I had forgotten to mention to Abbey.

Removing myself from Abbey's arms, I sat beside him, looking up into his beautiful eyes as I thought over what I’d say.

“Abbey, I want to talk to you about something,” I said. Hearing the seriousness of my tone, he straightened up. Reaching for the remote on the table, he turned the TV down before focusing his attention on me.

“What is it?”

“Well, I know I agreed to stay here, but I think it'd be best if I leave.” Before I could elaborate he spoke up.

“Did I do something wrong?” he questioned.

“No, not at all. It’s just that I was scared to be alone. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I have abandonment issues,” A humorless laugh escaped me before I sighed.

“I..I'm uncertain about a lot of things concerning my future. Especially with my marriage. Since my school days, I’ve depended on my husband for everything. Now that I’ve been thrown out I’m not too sure where to go from here.”

“Mary_”

“I love staying with you,” I cut him off.

“Truly. But I have to learn to be independent. I can’t wait until I’m thrown out again.”

“I thought the same of my husband,” I said tearfully.

“And I know you aren’t him. You’re an entirely different man who’s shown me so much kindness. But there are too many what-ifs, Abbey. I don’t want to feel the way I did that night, not again.”

Looking away from his pitching gaze, I stared off to the side. The two of us sat there in uncomfortable silence. I wondered what he was thinking and hoped he wasn’t upset at me.

Suddenly, I felt his warm hands clasp gently on my own.

“I understand.” He mumbled. Glancing back at him, his gaze was swift as he eyed me.

“Do you have somewhere safe to go?”

I nodded.

“I’ll be staying with my friend, Comfort. Then I’ll take over her place when she leaves.”

“So when are you leaving?”

“I was thinking of moving on after two weeks, but I’ll have to confirm with Comfort.” I paused, letting it seep in. It'd give me more time to spend with Abbey while I was here. “I still want to try with us. If you’d like to."

A sigh of relief escaped him. “Of course, pretty. I was worried you were breaking it off completely. It may not mean much, but I’ll support you no matter what. I’ll just have to cuddle with my pillow more after you leave.” He said jokingly and I laughed. The tense air of the room drifted away.

“It means more than you know. Although Abbey has become more of a friend, he’s also become someone I’d turn to if I needed help.
Throughout the months of our getting to know each other, he’s been an amazing man.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be cuddling with mine as well.”

“How will you get to work?” he asked after chuckling at my words.

“Oh, I’ll just take the bus or Uber.”

He shook his head. I’ll drive you.”

“It's quite far from here.” I protested, but he shrugged off my words. “It’ll be fine.”

“No, it won’t. Our schedules will clash and..”

“I'll fix my schedule, so, problem solved.” He countered with a smile.

“No, you’ve already done enough. I’ll figure it out.”

Abbey had told me lots of times that I wasn’t a burden, but I couldn’t help but to feel that I was. He has done so much for me since we’ve grown close. Being someone I could confide in, saving me, getting a doctor to see me buying me clothes, and a new phone, and doing his best to take care of me.

“Pretty, you can call me a psychopathic control freak for wanting to drive you somewhere, but I’m not compromising your safety. If something were to happen…” he trailed off, his smile turning into a frown.
His thoughts headed in a dark direction.

“I…”

“I’ll take you,” Shola spoke up, seeming to appear out of thin air. When I started to disagree, he stopped me.

“Think of this as an extended apology for being aggressive to you. If you don’t accept this, that means our handshake from the other night meant nothing.” He grinned with his arms across his chest.

“Also, this is a way to make it up to Abbey. You wouldn’t want two best friends to be mad at each other forever, right?” his grin turned into a smug smirk when he realized I was stuck

His tactic of making me accept was a hurry, but he did have a point. I didn’t want to come between the two men.

“That's of your own doing, Shola,” I snapped back at him, but he did nothing but shrug. If anything, his smirk widened. Shrugging he said, “Even so.”

“You two are making this a bigger deal than it is,” I told them, seeing that they weren’t budging. Shola just stared, looking pleased with himself. On the other hand, Abbey stared at me expectantly, a small smile creeping on his face.

The two friends were arguing about who would drive me to Comfort's place.

To be continued…
Frank The Writer

Part 3

Episode 40

~ Mary’s POV ~

Although the thought of having Abbey inside me sounded more than appealing. The horrific rumble of my stomach at the mention of food answered for me. Abbey's laugh rang out while I shook my head in embarrassment.

“Look like we will eat first,” he said jokingly, laughing again. Covering my face with my hands, he moved them away when his laughter subsided. He kissed both my hands before giving me a peck on my lips.

“Did you eat anything for lunch?”

I glanced away. “No,” his eyes looked at me disapprovingly.

“Come with me,” he stood up, with my hands in his, helping me stand along with him.

Keeping our hands together, he led me back inside the room. The cool air of the air conditioner hit me at once as he continued to lead me further into the room. The room was bright due to the large windows on the left side, despite the dark colors.

With a smile across my lips, I stepped into him, wrapping an arm around his neck and bringing him down to me. Leaning up slightly, I connected our lips sweetly kissing him with all my might to show how happy he made me. And he responded. The feel of his hands reaching down to cup my ass had a moan leave my lips.

Taking that as an invitation to connect our tongues. My entire being was filled with thoughts of Abbey, from his lovely scent to the softness of his hair as my hands got tangled within them. Gripping onto him as he lifted me suddenly. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he walked forward.

My hands left his hair, trailing down to the buttons of his blazers. Without parting, my hands opened it before pushing it down off his arms. His hands left my waist for a brief second to shrug off his blazer leaving him dressed in a long collar shirt with a few buttons at the top remaining open.

Once his blazer fell to the floor, his hands grabbed at the hem of my shirt separating himself from my lips, he lifted the shirt up and over my head.
Throwing that on the floor alongside his blazer, he reached for my bra. Unclasping the back of it, be tossed onto the floor. My chest heaved as he stood gazing at my naked chest. Desire showing in the depths of his beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, he moved his hands to cup my breasts, caressing my flesh with his thumbs. My nipples hardened under his warm touch and my back arched, wanting more. He ducked his head, swiping his tongue on my right nipple. Again and again, switching between each tit in the process giving them equal amounts of attention while I trembled underneath him.

The feeling of his warm tongue sucking, pulling, and biting on my nipples had my p*ssy longing for him to fill me. An ache settles inside my chest, wanting nothing more than to be fu*ked by him.

“Please,” I whined. Throwing my head back with one hand laying flat on the bed to keep me upright. The other held onto his have to egg him on. Another harsh tug had me soaking my panties. I sighed with pleasure. “Oh!”

“What are you begging for?” he teased once he let my nipples pop out of his mouth. With his hand, he removed mine from atop his head, dragging it down to where his d!ck was; straining against his slacks. He pressed my hand there firmly, letting my hand feel the hard length of him.

“Is this what you want?”

The slight smirk on his face told me he knew the effect he’d had on me. He knew I couldn’t say no to him. So, as a woman with no shame, my head nodded eagerly, craking to feel his d!ck breach my walls over and over again.

“So,” he added his other hand tugging at my nipple eliciting a small hiss of pain from me. Though the move should have turned me off, it had the opposite reaction. Shockingly, I liked it.

“Yes, please! I want you, Abbey.” I practically begged.

He brought his right hand to my cheek, while his left hand went to my locs caressing my hair before placing a soft kiss on my temple. My mind barely had time to ponder my thoughts before Abbey's lips met mine fiercely. His hunger for me was visible in the urgency yet firmness of his kisses, directing my frame of mind back onto what I wanted; him. Our lust for one another showing in the franticness of our bodies pushing and pulling one another. There was just one problem I was half-naked, but he still had his clothes on.

My hands reached for his slacks. Unzipping his trousers and undoing his buttons, I clumsily pushed down his trouser, revealing his muscled thighs.

“Abbey.”

“Yes?”

“Don't hold back,” I told him, swallowing back my nerves.

Although Abbey and I have recently started having sex, he wasn’t giving all of himself to me. And I wanted everything he could give me.

“Mary,”

“Please,” I begged, but he shook his head.

“You’re not ready, I don’t want to hurt you. We’re taking this slow,” he did evenly.

“But I can handle it, I promise,” my voice rose in pitch trying to convince him, but he held firm. His eyes showed he wasn’t going to comply as he stared down at me. Slightly irritated that I wasn’t getting my way, I sighed.

“I'm an adult Abbey. You don’t have to be gentle with me. I won’t break. We’ve had sex plenty of times before.”

His jaw locked, and he removed his hands from me, crossing them in front of his chest. Instantly, I missed his warmth and the softness of his eyes as they narrowed on me. A beat of silence continues after my outburst and I couldn’t help but feel silky. Maybe I shouldn’t have.

“Fine.” He said before he reached behind me to dig into his drawer, pulling out a condom. The hesitance I felt began to leave my body as excitement entered me. How’d I go from hating sex to loving it? As soon as he regained his pace, he reaches for my waist before lifting me and settling me on the ground.

“Turn around and place your hands on the desk.”

“What..”

Doing as he said, I turned and put my hands down, wondering what he had planned.

Abruptly, he latched his hands onto my shorts and dragged them down along with my panties. The fabrics stopped at my ankles. The sound of him shuffling and the condom wrapper being open filled the room. I was expecting to feel his length at my opening as he spread my legs wider, but instead, I was given something else.

A cry of surprise left my mouth as I felt him swipe his tongue at my p*ssy lips unexpectedly. Not having heard him bend down on his knees beforehand. Unlike the previous times he’s given me head, he was brutally sucking my clit. Abbey was eating me as if he was a starved man who had never had sex. I was quaking. Feeling my orgasm building as he pushed me closer to it.

He didn’t say much, probably with how far his hand was deep in my cunt until three of his fingers joined the fray to help me cum. I was cumming, but he didn’t stop. I came again, hard. Both orgasms were back to back as I let out continuous cries.

I felt myself turned around and lifted back onto the desk. My legs splayed open as my juices leaked into the bed.

Abbey slowly fed me his d!ck, inch by glorious inch, until I felt myself stretching hurting slightly. I winched in pain, tensing and he stopped.

“What did I tell you earlier, Mary?” he asked, seeing my face twist at the discomfort. Although I didn’t want to admit that he was right, he was.
Now I was paying the price for not listening.

“You didn’t want to hurt me,” I whispered, attempting to look away. But he hooked a finger under my chin, not letting me escape his piercing eyes.

“As much as I want to be fully inside of you, Mary, I’m not willing to hurt you. You told me you’re only been with one man who by your expression doesn’t come close to what I have.”

There was no response to give besides keeping my focus on him. Plus, he was right. John was much smaller than Abbey. Seeing that I wasn’t going to interrupt, he continued.
Easing a little of his length from my body. “But don’t worry, my naughty woman. We’ll take it slow now, but when the time comes, I’ll have you stuffed so full. You’ll feel me deep inside your stomach.” He chuckled darkly. His words had my walls clutching onto him becoming wetter at his promise to me.

He pulled out, leaving only the tip of him inside before he pushed me back in. Not filling me, but pleasing me with half his length which was as much as I could fit inside me. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist as he slowly began to f*ck me — screaming out as he hit the
same spot repeatedly until my back lay flat against the bed. Though my legs were still wrapped around his waist, he took the opportunity to hold both of them in his arms.

Choosing to spread my legs wider so he could see all of me as his thrusts gained speed. There were so many sounds filling the room; my moans mixed with his, and the creaking of his desk, but through it all. I made sure to pay attention to his every word. As I said before, Abbey was a different man in bed and the more we let our bodies get familiar with each other. The more I got to see the other Abbey, the more I was coming to love him.

For the first time since Abbey and I have been having sex, I wanted to run away. It was too much.

“I thought you didn’t want me to hold back, Mary. Don’t run now. I know you can take it.” He tensed, though he eased a bit on his thrusts. I wept with tears cascading down my face as moans continued to filter past my lips, I exploded literally.

My body shook uncontrollably as I came to his command. Sobs left my lips with his groans mixed in. I could feel him swelling inside of me through the condom as he continued to chase his high. His thrusts lost their rhythm before he came undone, twitching inside my walls. His body leaned down on mine as he laid his head on my shoulder, letting go of my legs onto my waist.
The room remained silent save for our heavy breathing as we held onto one another.

A couple of minutes passed by before the sound of his stomach rumbling interrupted the silence. Pulling back from me, we stared at each other for a second before we burst out laughing.

***

After what happened in the bedroom, Abbey suggested we go out to eat after he cleaned up. As much as I wanted to agree, my body wasn’t up to it. The soreness I felt had me wanting to stay home. I told him my thoughts, and he agreed and expressed his concern for me before he made us something light to eat. The food had me thinking that Abbey must've been a chef in a past life. He loved to cook, he made a simple yam porridge taste so good.

“I want to take you on a date this week,” he spoke up. My head turned to him to see his gaze already fixated on me.

“I planned to do that, but….,” he trailed off, smirking.

“Ok, what do you have in mind?” I asked him, putting my yam porridge down and placing it on the table. Although I loved being cooped up with Abbey, the prospect of going out excited me.

“It's a surprise.”

“But,” I began with a frown on my lips. “How will I know what to wear?” Already my mind was thinking of clothes for work.

“You look beautiful in anything, pretty,” he complimented me, causing a small smile to appear on my face.

“Thank you, but….,” the sound of the front door opening captured our attention. Shola walked in dressed in dark camouflage trousers, a button-up camp shirt with short sleeves, and dirt combat boots. It was my first time seeing him in his military attire, and I wish I hadn’t. He was all muscle and — oh God, I was staring.

Turning my head away, I swallowed nervously. What was wrong with me? He shouldn’t hold my attention this way. Though any woman or man with eyes could see Shola was a fine-ass man.



To be continued...
Frank The Writer

Part 3

Episode 39

~ Mary's POV ~

Humming in tune to the music playing on the stereo, I sipped from my water bottle. I was enjoying the view of the city before me.

During my stay at Abbey and Shola's place, I’ve come to like sitting outside on their balcony. The view was pleasant because of the perfect atmosphere and landscape.

Due to the men having work today, I had the apartment to myself. After breakfast, I spent the entire morning pressing my new phone. I had missed my old phone at home. I can only imagine the numerous messages that had accumulated on it.

A week has passed since I’ve shaken hands with Shola. Despite the rough start between Shola and I, there hasn’t been any more animosity. We may not have been best buddies, but we were cordial; regularly greeting and saying goodbye to one another.

Though I had hope that someday in the future, we'd grow to be friends. He didn’t seem like a bad man to me. Just a man who had good intentions for his friend, Abbey.

Speaking of, Abbey has done well in keeping me happy. More than happy. Though John was still at the back of my mind. I’ve been feeling less guilty the longer I stayed here. It’s not as if I've forgotten I’m married or didn’t feel horrible for cheating.

Some days, I've been hard on myself for having an affair. The next, I would push it to the back of my mind and carry on with my day.

The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts. Picking it up from the table, I saw the caller, Comfort was video-calling me. Pressing on the answer button, I brought the phone up to my face. Smile wreathed my face once she appeared on the screen, her expression similar to mine.

“Hey girl!” she greeted.

“Hi, Comfort! How are you? How have you been?” I asked her. It’s been a while since we talked.

“Stressful. I’m still processing my documents. I’m close to leaving this place to see my man, but my documents are taking forever to process,” she frowned.

Comfort was soon moving to the UK with her boyfriend. I was going to miss her but was very excited about her happiness.

“Aww, I’m sure It’s going to work. All this stress is for a good reason. You’ll be home soon to be with him.”

“You're right, I just miss him and I want to get this over with.” Comfort sighed.

“Anyway, what’s up with you? I see you have a certain glow in your face.” She noted with a smile.

“Nothing much,” I shrugged, looking away.

“Mary finally did it! You had sex!” she shouted in excitement. When did it happen? How was it? Did you…?”

Cutting her off, I had a smile.

“It happened a few weeks ago, and it has been going on since then.”

“Oh my!” she squealed.

“Details, now!”

And so, I told Comfort things I experienced with another man, sparing detail I deemed too much or too revealing. I spoke of how good the sex was and how easy it was to get lost in Abbey. When I mentioned the recent events that occurred involving Shola, her excitement dwindled. Her expression turned into a scowl as I recalled what has happened.

“What a man. At least he apologized.” She said.

Nodding in response, I also told her about how my feelings for Abbey were evolving into something more than I thought it could be. After I finished speaking, she spoke up.

“Have you given any thought to your marriage and what you’re going to do?”

“Honestly, Comfort, I haven’t been wearing my ring. When I think of what I have with my husband, my mood dampened. I don’t want to think of a divorce but I don’t know. I really don’t to think of a divorce but I don’t know. I really don't known anymore.” A long sigh escapes me.

“What do I do?” I whispered before tears welled up in my eyes. Running a shaky has across my face, a sob broke free.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

“I'm so happy here, Comfort. But I know I can’t stay forever or have this affair for the rest of my life. Eventually, Abbey will get tired of me.”

“Mary, you don’t know that,” she cut me off.

"I shook my head. “Yes, he will. He’s a man. The type that wants a family. How can I give him that if I’m tied to John? What if he doesn’t want that with me? What if being with me gives him a terrible reputation? We are having an affair. I don’t even know why I'm bothering myself with such thoughts.”

“Because you love him,” Comfort's voice carried through the phone softly. I shook my head denying her words.

“Sweetheart, it’s Ok–“

“No, it’s not. I can’t … no, I shouldn’t feel this way for another man. I’m tied to–“

“An emotionally abusive man.” She interrupted.

“Comfort….”

“No Mary. John hasn’t treated you well for years. Years! As your friend, I've tried to support you and honor your marriage to that abusive man, but he…” she paused after stuttering. Taking a deep breath. You're finally seeing what’s wrong and Abbey is to blame. In a good way. This man makes you happy. I can see it through the phone. After all these years, I’m seeing the fullness of your cheeks and healthiness, Mary. My friend is getting another chance at love. After witnessing you cry so many tears over a man who’s belittled you, undermine you, and –“ she stopped short and began to cry herself.

My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Comfort was shedding tears.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, apologizing for leaning on her too many times for witnessing my downward spirals more than I can count on my fingers.

Sometimes I tried to keep things to myself over the years, to not burden her. But I must not have done a good job at that. I was a rotten friend.

“Don’t be. I love being your rock and vice versa,” she breathed, gathering herself.

“Before I decided to leave and move to the UK with my love, I was worried about you. I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“No. I wish you had told me this sooner, Comfort. Don’t you ever stop loving your life because of what I have going on? Or think about stopping your life for me.” I said.

“We’re sisters, Mary.”

“Yes, and sometimes sisters stay together, but sisters also part. To live out their lives. If I had known you felt this way…” my words trailed off.

“What? You’d stop confiding in me? I don’t blame you for anything. No. I’m just so glad to see you return to how you were. Before you married Johnson. The point is it’s okay to be in love with a who’s showing you more than John has ever done, who has been taking care of you, helping you, loving you. It’s okay, Mary because you deserve to be happy. Especially with a man who is the complete opposite of your husband.”

“I…..,,

“You took off your ring, Mary. That’s big! I know you hate thinking about it, but maybe divorce..”

“No,” I cut her off. “I can’t. I can’t.”

“Sweet….”

“I can’t be alone.”

“You’d have Abbey,”

“What if he dumps me after I end it with John? What happens then?”
“You wouldn’t be alone. You’ll have me and…”

“You'll be in the UK living your best life as you should be doing. I can’t break it off with John. I’m too scared.” I admitted, ashamed.

I was hardly a woman capable of being strong. Who stays with someone out of being by themselves?

“What if you try it out?”

“I can’t..”

“Hear me out,” she began. “My lease will be up in about a year. What if I put you on my lease and you move in? I’ll continue paying the rent for you to stay there.”

“I don’t know,” truly, I didn’t.

I couldn’t stay at Abbey's forever and I didn’t want to go home too. Nor did I know if I was welcome to go back. However, a large part of me no longer wanted to be dependent on men. John took everything away with a lush out the door. I was worried Abbey would do the same.

“This would be the perfect chance to see if you can handle being on your own,” Comfort continued.” And if you can’t, then…”

“I'll do it. But you’re not paying the rent, I am. You have a life to live in the UK with my sister-in-law when I finally move there, don’t worry about me.”

“Mary, I’ll always worry about you. I love you,” she said.

“I love you, too,” we both wiped our tears smiling at each other through the phone.

“And thank you, but don’t worry about me. I’ll figure my messy life out myself. You have to promise.”

“Oh come on!” she rolled her eyes.

“Promise me, Comfort,” I demanded.

“Fine. I promise to not worry about you while I’m riding on my chariot in the UK with my future husband,” she said. We laughed for a while as our tears dried up.

“I’m ecstatic that you’re leaving,” I admitted.

“Ouch, bestie,” she said jokingly and laughed again.

“Seriously though. I’m so damn happy to see you happy. After you get settled, I want to visit you too.”

“Sounds like a plan. You should bring your boyfriend with you,” she laughed. Before I could reply, I heard the voice of another behind me.

“Hey pretty,” I turned around to see Abbey at the balcony entrance. He began walking toward me with a smile on his face, dressed in a crisp suit and tie. He looked dashing and sexy to the point I couldn’t help but lick my lips.

I am lucky to have that man.

“Is that him?” Comfort's voice cut through my thoughts. Hardly realizing I still had the phone held up in my hand, facing him.

“Oh, girl!”

“Yes,” I said with a silly smile.

Shifting my gaze up the moment, Abbey reached me. I greeted him back. “Hi, Abbey,” leaning down, he gave me a quick peck on my lips. Comfort ‘ooing' in the background had Abbey's gaze moving from mine to the phone. He smiled at it.

“Oh, hello there, you must be Comfort. I'm Abbey.”

“I know who you’re,” she grinned at him. Her tone teased, wiggling her brows, she carried on. “I know all about you.”

“Okay, Comfort. Goodbye!” her laughter rang out loudly before I cut the call, utterly embarrassed.

“She knows all about me, huh?” he kissed my forehead.

“Hmm, and how do you know if I said positive things about you?” I asked him. He seemed so sure of himself. He moved around the couch then, sitting directly in front of me, leaning in, he brought his lips to my ears.

“Because of the way I have you screaming all night and other stuff we did,” backing away, he grinned at my shocked expression.

“Now are you ready to eat or do you want us to head to the bedroom? Which do you prefer?” I asked him.

This story is gradually coming to an end.

To be continued.
Frank The Writer

Part 3

Episode 38

~ Mary's POV ~

I lay on the bed but couldn’t sleep. All thanks to Abbey who lay beside me snoring soundly and peacefully. His large arms hugged the pillow, supporting his head tightly as if it would leave his body.

The image of him was kind of funny as he’s always wrapped me in his arms. Seeing his face buried in his pillow was amusing and cute. Throughout my time staying here, I’ve grown fond of seeing his face before I go to bed and when I awake. It was odd liking the feeling of sleeping in his arms and the warmth it brings.

A sudden idea popped into my mind as I gazed at Abbey rolling my body over to the left silently, facing him again with the phone in hand, my fingers tapped the screen until it landed on the camera app, aiming the phone at him, my thumb pressed the picture button and a click sounded in the room loudly.

Shit.

Covering my mouth before a gasp could escape, I froze hoping I didn’t wake him up as he stirred slightly.

After a minute or two, making sure he was still asleep. How could this man look good asleep?

Although I didn’t want to risk accidentally waking him up, it was too hard to resist not taking another picture. Especially when he turned his head toward me, another snore escaping him.

With a silly smile, I aimed the camera toward him again. Just as I pressed the button, my mind reminded me of the clicking noise from earlier. He must be a heavy sleeper since he hasn’t woken up yet. I wasn’t sure if it was luck or not, but I’m willing to risk one more picture, this time, trying to find the button to turn off the clicking noise.

During my struggle, my finger must have accidentally pressed a button to take multiple pictures. And because I never had this type of phone before, I couldn’t figure out how to turn that off either. Click after click was sounding through the room as I fumbled with the phone.

Turning my body around trying to muffle the house, I continued to struggle. Though I didn’t want to wake Abbey, at some point I must’ve been too frustrated to realize his snores had stopped.

“Are we having a photoshoot?” his voice rumbled, laced with sleep. Mehnn, he sounded sexy.

I turned my body to face Abbey again and fixed my gaze on him. His bright white eyes stared at my brown ones as leaned his head on his popped arm. A lazy smile sat on his face as he awaited an answer.
Smiling back at him with a sheepish expression, I shrugged before bringing the phone between us. Embarrassment filled my being as the clicking continued.

“Um, how do I turn this off?”

I asked him while sliding the phone to his other hand that lay flat on the bed. With a chuckle, he picked up the phone and tapped on the screen twice. The noise was gone in an instant and I looked at him, amazed. His expression held amusement as he saw my face light up.

“Thank you,” I said as he handed me back the phone. I just wanted a picture of you. You’re cute when you’re asleep.” I admitted.

“Cute?” he quicked a brow in response to which I nodded. Opening the camera roll, I showed him the picture I took.

“See?” I pointed to the picture as he leaned in for a better look.

“Cute.”

The feeling of his lips on mine cut off my words, nearly melting at the feel of him as our mouths molded, loving on each other. I closed my eyes once he leaned over me, and submitted to him. Until I remembered I haven’t brushed my teeth. I pushed gently, packing my arms on his chest that had somehow found a way above mine as I lay flat in the bed causing our lips to break apart to which I quickly covered my mouth.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” I said behind my hand.

“Neither did I....give me a kiss,” he said, laughing and I shook my head. The corners of his mouth lifted further into a grin. “It's too late now, pretty. We’ve kissed already.”

I felt one of his hands crawl up my side. My eyes widened as I tried to move away in reaction to his word. It was too late. The hand I felt earlier began trickling my side, causing me to laugh. I did my best to push his hand away with one arm while the other kept my mouth covered proved to be a failure.

Soon enough, the hand covering my mouth and Abbey moved in. One last laugh bubbles out of me before he kissed me deeply.

“Pretty,” he said once he pulled away. “You’re too beautiful.” He trailed off before the clicking sound of a phone in his hand until the sound came about. I smiled at him as he used his right hand to aim the camera at me. He clicked the phone again and again, and I giggled.

“Abbey,” my hands covered my face when he kept taking more photos of me, laughing at his antics. He lay down beside me, cuddling me to his side. I pecked through my fingers to see him taking a selfie of us.

“Say cheese.”

Removing my hands from my face, I threw up a peace sign and posed. Abbey just smiled into the Camera, bringing his arm up and clenching his fist, posing like an action hero or something. The phone went off again, signaling that he had taken the picture.

Next, he said something completely unexpected. “You know you smell good.”

What? I laughed at his words, shaking my head.

“You smell good, too,” I told him. “Even with the morning breath.”

Abbey laughed, causing the smile on my face to brighten. Though I didn’t want to think about my husband, each day I spent with Abbey had me wishing I had met the man sooner. Being with Abbey was a breath of fresh air compared to my marriage. Our mornings were peaceful and lit, unlike the tenseness I was used to.

Evenings and nights were the same when we laughed and joked, and I have never felt happier. But, as such as I waited to say things were perfect, I’d be lying.
Sure, not everything is rainbows and sunshine, but being here reminded me that this wasn’t just Abbey’s place. It was also Shola's, and he wanted me to leave.

***

My schedule ended up being clear today with no clients, so I stayed at the apartment. Abbey had to leave for work a few hours ago, but I noticed Shola hadn’t left. I didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama, but I figured it would be best to talk to him.

This was his home and despite his glares and harshness toward me, on the strength of Abbey, it couldn’t be this way forever.

A few moments passed before the door opened, revealing the large frame of Shola. Craning my neck a little to see his brown eyes, his eyes widened at seeing me in front of him. He hadn’t expected to see me and honestly, I was beginning to rethink approaching him. But I didn’t want any awkwardness between us, nor did I want him to feel uncomfortable in his home. So it was time to get this done and over with.

“Hi,” I greeted lamely. “Do you think we can talk?”

“Uh,” he cleared his throat, fixing his posture.

“Yeah, sure. Come in.”

Shola opened the door wider for me to step through. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I saw his room, but it was spotless and smelled good. That sweet scent that usually hung around him. The room was brightly lit with white walks save for the one where his large bed sat.

To the right was a desk littered with papers in a somewhat disorganized fashion. I saw two other doors that probably led to his closet and a private bathroom. Just like the one in the guest room, I have been staying in.

“Look, I…,” he started, but I hardly gave him a chance to continue. I know it’s rude to continue. I know it’s rude to interrupt someone, but I wanted to say something first.

“I’ll leave.” Despite my nervousness, my mouth blurted out the words I’d been meaning to tell Shola. He looked at me, dumbfounded.

“What?”

“I’ll leave if you no longer want me here. This is your home as much as it is Abbey's. Both you and Abbey have helped me the past month. As much as Abbey wants to stay, it would be wrong of me to do so if you aren’t ok with that,” I paused, letting him digest my words.

“So, with that said, I’ll leave.”

“No,” he cut me off, causing mid-speech, I blinked at a loss.

“No?” I questioned, making sure I heard him right.

“I don’t want you to go, Mary.” The sound of my name leaving his lips had my heart beating faster. He stepped closer to me with a sigh.

“I’m sorry for being awful toward you. No matter what you and Abbey have going on, I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was out of line and disrespectful. Especially since I don’t know about you or your personal life. I judged you without knowing you.”

“You’re apologizing?” Admittedly, I wasn’t expecting his reaction. He chuckled at my confusion before he spoke.

“Yes. Am I doing a poor job of it?" He asked.

Despite the joke, he genuinely seemed apologetic. I stared at him for a few seconds, seeing the sincerity in his gaze. My original thoughts of this meeting were he’d be upset with me, but this turned out better than expected. Much better.

“No. But in all fairness, I might’ve given you the wrong impression when we met,” gazing down at my ringless wedding finger, I sighed.

What a mess. Looking up, I saw his eyes focused on my wedding finger before his eyes lifted.

“I’m sorry for that as well. Honestly, I didn’t think I would see you again. It was just a night of fun with my friend that got a little out of hand.”

“I see,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“There’s no need to apologize, Mary. Either way, my actions were wrong. If I made you feel uncomfortable at any point, I take full responsibility.”

“Ok. Well, since we’re both sorry, how about we start over?” I suggested moving until I was directly in front of him.

I reached out my hand smiling up at him in a friendly way. “I’m Maryjane.”

Looking down at my outstretched head, Shola clasped his large hand in mine. His eyes reached mine while a small grin came upon his face.

“Shola Afolabi. Nice to meet you, Mary.”



To be continued…
Frank The Writer

Part 3

Episode 37

~ Shola's POV ~

I bleeped up.

Abbey was pissed at me and Mary has been avoiding me as if I had a plague. And when the three of us did run into each other, she’d be as quiet as a mouse. While Abbey would be shooting me pointed looks over her shoulder, wanting me to apologize to her.

Each time I opened my mouth to speak to her, she’d walk away. Despite being prideful, I acknowledged I was wrong. Abbey calling me out on my bullshit was a bit of an eye-opener. I was an ass, prideful ass for treating Mary differently.
No matter if she was married or not. Truth is, despite having so few interactions with her, she wouldn’t leave my mind. No matter how hard I tried. Trust me, I’ve tried very hard.

From the moment we met in that club, I wanted her. When we saw each other again at that little shop, it felt like a blessing from God. A second chance to get her into my bed, except she wasn’t falling for my charm.
Other women I have dealt with would have begged me to f*ck them in their car at a given chance, but Mary was different. She walked away from me instead of walking with me.

Strange.

Admittedly, it made the woman even more attractive. Well, before I found out who she really was. Damn, the shock I felt when I saw both her and Abbey at the pool nearly had me stuttering.

Finding out she was the woman my friend had been seeing was more upsetting than I thought it would be. Not because he was with her and I got a delicious eye view of her breasts, but because she was married. If only she weren’t married.

So I got mad, pissed at the fact that she was a cheater who clearly was playing with Abbey's feelings. There’s no way a married woman would be cheating on her husband for love. No, I didn’t believe that.
Millions of thoughts scattered in my brain, but one really stood out. She was going to break Abbey's heart, and I’d have to pick up the pieces like he did for me once upon a time.

Anyway, from then on I decided that I’d rid my feelings for Mary. I mean, it's not like I actually wanted a relationship with her. At least that’s what I attempted to tell myself, so I would no longer think of her; how she smelled, so sweet, her white teeth when she smiled, or the way she challenged me.

Damn, seeing the spark in her eyes the night we met had my d!ck hardening. Not thinking about her had proved harder than I thought it would be. And when Abbey would come home constantly talking of the women he was growing more attached to, feelings began to stir.

Soon enough, I was beginning to feel bothered, not bothered, I mean jealous. I was damn jealous and I hated it. Why would I feel that way when I had only interacted with her thrice? Why was Mary stuck in my mind? And why the hell did she even get married? If she wasn’t, I would…no, no, I shouldn’t entertain the thought. I wouldn’t.
So for the next few months after seeing her and Abbey be intimate, I didn’t.

Then one night I had no choice but to think of her. I had just come back from a night of hooking up with some women after drinking at the club. It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, so I was exhausted. But that quickly changed when I saw Abbey running around in a hurry, panicking. To say I was alarmed would be an understatement.

When he mentioned he had to pick up Mary in a storm, anger didn’t seep into me. I was concerned and worried about her safety. As much as I wanted to tag along, I didn’t earn that right. Letting Abbey leave by himself, I paced the floor waiting for the two to appear.

Later, when they entered the apartment, seeing her look so fragile had my heart thudding out of my chest. Fear gripped me for a moment.
Did someone hurt her? Touch her? I’d kill them if they did! But I didn’t have time to ponder on that because Abbey asked for help which was exactly what I did for the rest of the night and the days that followed. The night she came was the hardest. She was shivering, coughing in her sleep, and so damn cold.

I could see the fear in Abbey's eyes as we undressed her before placing her in a warm bath. For once in my life, my eyes didn’t drift to her body. Both of us kept our eyes from staring too long and touching too much. When we dressed her in clothes fresh from danger, we layered her with blankets. That night I prayed she would get better while also praying that she wouldn’t think I was a creep for bathing her.

The late morning that followed, I was the one who suggested we call a doctor. Mary was getting worse, much worse. Abbey listened and not even two hours later, the doctor appeared, telling us how severe her cold flu was. Also, she was lucky Abbey had shown up when he did, otherwise, she most likely would have caught pneumonia.

What had anger boiling in my stomach was when the doctor pointed out marks on her arm, showing us that someone manhandled her. Who could that devil be?

Aside from that, the doctor told us what we needed to do to cure her flu. From then on, we tried our best to do that. When we woke up, my first thought was to see her, but I knew it would be awkward, so I decided to check on her while she was asleep, trying not to come across as a peeping tom.

Honestly, I was worried about her in the process; giving her medicine, and bottled water at night. Damn, I even gave her foot rubs which I’ve never done.
Before I knew it, with Abbey's help and I, her fever and flu were gone.

Deciding to keep my distance, I left the two to be themselves. Truth is, I didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed by my presence since we left off on a bad note which was one hundred percent my fault, I’ll admit.

However, one day when I remembered I had balls, I had meant to surprise her. I was going to apologize for being an asshole and give her a little gift.
When I entered the apartment with the gift in my hand, I noticed how quiet it was. The silence gnawed at me because usually, I’d hear Abbey talking on his phone or the sound of TV playing.

Setting the bag down by the door side, I approached the stairs to walk to the bedroom. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, that was when I heard it.

Moans. What were hey doing….?

I crept through the long corridor, heading down to Mary's room. My heart was racing inside my chest. The closer I got, the louder the noises became. They were fu*king; they had to be.

Plain and simple, I could feel a hot sensation burning in my chest, lighting a fire I didn’t acquit in my body with; jealousy.

It wasn’t until that moment that I realized some part of me had caught feelings. Or at least cares for her enough to feel jealous of my best friend, who I’ve known since childhood. Turning around swiftly, with a hardening dick, I briskly returned downstairs. Picking up the gift bag I brought with me, I grabbed my keys and left the apartment. Fuming and with a stiff dick.

I should have known it wouldn’t stop there.
The days that followed were a pain in the ass. The two hadn’t stopped being intimate. My ears could hear them every morning and night as Mary continued to be pleased. It wasn’t the fact that I could hear them that was irritating me; it was the fact that I wanted Mary. A married woman.

When that sinful thought passed through my mind, I would hold my cross necklace to my lips and pray, wanting to be forgiven as I jacked off from hearing the sweet noises that left that woman’s mouth. I wondered how soft her skin was and if I could leave kisses along it. How her p*ssy would taste if I sipped on her juices with my tongue.

Damn! I felt like a pervert.

Each time I heard them going at it, my dick couldn’t help but harden. I’m only a human.
Seeing that staying in the apartment would do me no good, I would venture out — calling one of my regular hookups to f*ck. Thinking maybe if I f*cked it away, I wouldn’t think of the woman my best friend has been having sex with.

I thought wrong.

My dick couldn’t get hard. No matter how I stroked, positioned the woman underneath me in a different way, or had gotten a Mouth Action that would normally do me justice. I would not get hard.

My brain couldn’t process what my body was telling me. There was no way, no damn way that was possible! Yet, when I would spend my days at home and hear Mary’s whimpers and moans, it would swell up, begging to somehow join in on the fun, even if it was wrong.

I spent many days trying to convince my body to be in tune with my mind. Literally telling my junior that it couldn’t have a married p*ssy. It was wrong, and I didn’t want to ruin a marriage. I didn’t want to be like my…no, no, definitely not going there. It just wasn’t right.

Then one morning, I smelled something delicious wafting through my bedroom door. Opening it, I ventured out of the room, my stomach growing and all. As I walked down the stairs, I heard the melodic sound of her laugh drifting from the kitchen. Unknowingly, her voice caused a smile to appear on my lips striding with a pep in my step, I halted seeing the two laughing together. The sight churned in my stomach, wishing I could join in.

Knowing I had no right to be a part of what they had going on. Not after how many times I shamed Abbey for being attracted to a legally wedded woman. Or when I glared at her and thought less of her cheating when I hardly knew her — judging her because I wanted to get to know her more than I’d want to know any woman I had met before.

Weird thinking. Yeah, I know.

So I was mad at myself and projected that onto them, hating the wounded expression on her face as I told her I lost my appetite. She looked like a kicked puppy. I had to leave or I’d say words that I didn’t mean. I could feel it. When I returned home the next morning, that was when I heard Mary’s sounds of pleasure again.

Only this time, Abbey's voice joined hers, telling me that they had finally taken the next step — fu*king each other's brains out. By the sounds coming from a hell of a job. She was loud, so f*cking loud. Unlike my old flings, I would have found that a bit irritating, but she sounded so damn sexy.

My friend was a lucky man.

Especially since they went at it even more during the day. Plus, I’d been receiving calls from our business office wondering why Abbey hasn’t been showing up. He never calls off for work. Yet, I was witnessing my stickler of a friend disregarding his work life for her.

As the days passed, turning into weeks, I grew more and more frustrated, feeling ashamed that I wanted a married woman and frustrated at the lack of sex and not understanding my feelings. Soon enough, that frustration turned into green envy and I had brought it upon the two who had done nothing to me.

Now, Abbey's words from three nights ago were replaying in my mind. He was right. I was being ignorant about what happened that night. Too envious of his position and my needs left unsatisfied that I turned my frustration on them.

Damn, the look on her face when I told her to return to a home she didn’t seem welcome in. I was a f*cking asshole deserving of whatever punishment came next.

I knew something was off about the night she came here. It just wasn’t my place to know. Somehow, I’ve pushed it far from my mind in a jealous fit.
Honestly, I didn’t see Mary staying here until I became overwhelmed with myself. I thought if she left, it would solve my problems. But where would she be leaving to? Did she have anywhere else to go?

After Abbey's words and the barely concealed rage I saw burning in his eyes when I mentioned her husband, I had a feeling she didn’t. I need to apologize to her. That’s all that matters now. Not the burning envy I feel, the way my body gets turned on at the thought of her, or the way I miss her presence around me.

My feelings didn’t matter. Although Abbey hinted that we could share her as we’ve done many times, over the years were different women. I wasn’t sure I could get over the fact she had a ring tying her to another man.

Besides, was he sure Mary wanted to be shared? Although I’ve caught her looking at me a few times, those looks haven’t made another appearance. I’m sure she hates me by now.

With a tired sigh, I sat on my knees, ducking my head down in prayer as I held my cross necklace between my hands. I’ll have to save these thoughts for another time.

Another sigh left my lips as I attempted to clear my hand focusing as I prayed for many things, such as hurting the kind woman who didn’t deserve it.

To be continued…
Frank The Writer

My Husband and I

Dark Romance 🔞

Part 3

Episode 36

~ Abbey’s POV ~

I angrily left Shola only to find Mary in a corner. She must have heard everything we discussed. She walked in and I followed her immediately.

“How far have you been here? “ I asked as I leaned against the doorway, watching my woman packing up. My heart felt heavy as my stomach filled with dread. Distraught at the fact that she was leaving.

“Enough to know I’m not wanted here,” Mary told me, stuffing the rest of her things in a bag I gave her earlier.

I didn’t want her to go. I allowed her to pack her things in bags. Despite how hurriedly she packed up her clothes, I saw the way her hands shook. I heard how her voice wobbled and it made me more upset. I was pissed at Shola and pissed at myself for wanting her to go back to her bleeped up husband.

Was I wrong for wanting more with a married woman? Did that mean anything to me? Not anymore. At first, I was bothered that she was married, but I considered the man practically scum. One I couldn’t wait to get my hands on just to defend Mary for all the shit he’s done to her.

My sweet woman, Mary.

“Please, pretty.”

I figured I could try at least one last time. As much as I wanted to respect her decision, I’ve grown to love waking up with her in my arms. Loving on her as many times as I want throughout the days and nights.

"Please stay.”

She paused, sniffing. “Abbey, you’re making this harder for me, please,” she begged.

“Please, stop. I’m doing this for you.” She added

“What do you mean?” I came closer, wanting to bring her in my arms and console her, but she held a hand out, stopping my advance.

“I can’t be selfish and stay here any longer if it means ruining your friendship with Shola. I’ll just go stay with Comfort.”

And when I tried to protest, she cut me off. “And we can’t be…” she broke off.

Her words came out in sobs as she covered her face, shielding her tears from me. Despite her wanting to keep her distance, I tugged her small frame against mine and encased her in my arms. Right where she belonged.

“We said that we’d try,” I spoke up after a few minutes of us holding onto each other. Reminding her of the words spoken between us months before.
Glancing up at me, I brushed her tears away.

“We did,” she said, gesturing around the room.

“It’s not in the card for us to make this work. We aren’t supposed to be together. It’s wrong,” she said.

“So after one hurdle, you want to let us go?” I questioned, not wanting us to split.

“You want to quit?”

“What do you mean, one hurdle? There’s more than one, Abbey!” Her voice raised slightly in disbelief.

“And I can’t. I won't come between you and your family. I’m not going to ruin what you have because of sex!”

What?

Now, it was my turn to look at her in disbelief. Removing one of my arms from around her, I gripped her chin lifting it to face me as my eyes narrowed down at her. One thing I’ve realized about this woman is that she has a hard time accepting things as they are. She really thought that what we have going on is because of sex.

“It’s never about sex, Mary. You know that.”

When she tried to remove herself, I gripped her harder, while making sure my grip wasn’t bruising, and shook my head. “Don’t do that, pretty. Don’t you dare?” My voice was stern as I stared down at her.

I didn’t want to intimidate her, but damn. This woman knows what we have is beyond sex. I feel it, so I know she feels it, judging from the tears that trickled down her eyes, I was right. She couldn’t use that tactic and make we have into something that wasn’t. This wasn’t friends with benefits. It was never it.
It was more. So much more.

“Ok,” she spoke, causing me to loosen my hold. “I’m sorry, Abbey. It is always been more. I just want what’s best for you, and I don’t want to ruin things,” she admitted.

“I'm sorry too,” for letting her hear Shola talk shit. “But you will never ruin anything, Mary. Believe me when I say that, ok? I …” I cleared my throat, words I wasn’t ready to speak nearly escaping my mouth.

“Abbey?” she called in concern.

“I want you to stay, please.”

She hesitated at my words. My woman was so scared this wouldn’t work out between us. I saw it in the words she spoke. But I will do my best to reassure her that this will work. I could feel it.

“Abbey…”

“Please, pretty Mary,” I said, dipping my head down, I kissed her lips loving the sweet taste of her as I deepened it and explored her mouth. My tongue lovingly drew moans from her lips as we French kissed. Our lips stayed connected while I began walking us backward toward the bed. I gently laid us down so her back was on the bed and I was above her.

Looking down into her eyes, she had me enraptured as she panted slightly out of breath from tonguing each other. I felt lucky as I met eyes with the beautiful woman below me. “Please, stay.”

Without hesitating, she answered, “Okay.”

Fighting a grin, I connected our lips before I began to feel her— caressing her throughout and teasing her body. Her sweet body responded to all my touches, arching underneath while her moans sounded angelic in my ear. Her facial expressions portray more than I’ve seen on any other woman’s face before.

After removing my clothes and pleasuring her with my mouth and fingers. Finally, entering my dick through her tight cavern that felt like heaven.

My Mary truly had the best-wet p*ssy on earth. So damn tight and wet as she swallowed my whole dick. I would never get tired of entering this woman. Neither would I get tired of seeing the blissed-out look on her face when I pulled out only to push back in.

Her lips formed an O as her eyes fluttered, fighting to keep her eyes on me as they rolled back while she dug fingers into my shoulder. Instead of pounding her cunt, I worked her body slowly loving the sound of her cries as she tried not to be loud, but failed.

Using one of my arms, I grabbed a hold of her right leg, bringing it up over my shoulder, and hitting that spot inside of her that caused her to let out a sharp gasp.

“Abbey,” she moaned.

Turning my head while keeping a slow pace, I kissed her feet, sucking on each toe while building up my thrusts. Getting deeper within her cunt by spreading it with my dick. I’ve yet to bottom out inside Mary because of my size and I didn’t want to hurt her.

But each time we had sex, I’ve been pushing more and more of myself in getting her ready for the day that she’ll be able to take all of me. I wasn’t complaining because even if I had just my tip in her, I’d still find enjoyment.

The clench of her p*ssy walls proved how right I was. Thus, causing me to let out a groan as my rhythm built. Her back arched as I purposely hit her center of gravity over and over, feeling her cream on my dick— screaming incoherent words that made my dick hardened even more, continuing to stretch her.

“Ah! Ah! Yes, yes, oh!”

If I wasn’t so entranced by the shaking body below me, I would have laughed, loving how out of it she was as I f*cked her harder, deeper, feeding her my dick, stroke after stroke. She was so f*cking hot, and I’d never get tired of her. If she thought differently, she would soon be faced with reality, speeding up at my thoughts, her voice rose louder.

Damn, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of me if she wanted to. I was all hers and she was mine. To hell with her married life. Mary is my woman and that is it.

***

“I need you to lay off,” I spoke to Shola with my arms crossed.

Standing at the entrance of the kitchen, I leaned on the door watching him as he sipped his water. Seems I appeared at a good time as he had just finished cooking. I wasn’t worried about Mary overhearing us or appearing randomly.
After having sex earlier, she fell into a deep slumber. One I knew she wouldn’t wake up from in a long time. By the time I came in the condom, her eyes had shut closed in exhaustion. When I cleaned her up, she hardly twitched or moved a muscle.

She wasn’t able to cover up her body that I wanted her to love. I knew she didn’t want me to see her insecurities, but I couldn’t help but stare longer at her scars wishing I was there to protect her from harm. It was especially hard for me to drag my eyes away from the scar right below her stomach that was in a horizontal line — gently kissing it without her knowledge knowing that one day, she’d tell me its story.

I shake away my thoughts of her before I get turned again. I met Shola's stare. My best friend who’s becoming a pain in my ass. Mary almost left because of him and his big mouth. I didn’t understand him. I knew he wanted her and was just being an irritating shithead. There wasn’t anything more to it.

“Judging by the noise upstairs, I’m gonna guess she hasn’t left yet.”

“Oh? You heard all that? I asked.

He rolled his eyes, removing one of his earbuds from his ear.

“Yes, I did until I put on my music. I guess you didn’t do a good job enough,” he said, trying to egg me on and I just laughed.

“You think you can do better?” I asked, making my way into the room. “Didn’t she sound enthralling?”

He shrugged, “Heard better.” He didn’t answer my first question causing me to bite down on a snort. Shola was so full of himself.

“Stop kidding yourself, man. You can pretend all you want but deep down I know you want her.”

He shook his head, denying it, but his eyes shifted, pretending to be bothered by something else. Such a liar.

Deciding to use a different tactic, I spoke up, “She’s so fucking tight, Shola. And she smells so good.”

“Stop.” He said, but I kept going, taunting him.

“She got a perfect ass, breasts, and… ,”

“I said stop. Fine, you win. I want her. Are you happy now?” he sighed, admitting a truth he’s been doing a poor job of hiding.

“No, I’m not. You’ve been acting childish toward Mary and me,” I told him, slightly mad at the way he’s been acting.

“Oh, so she already told you about the other night?”

“Told me what?”

Seeing the confused look on my face, he tried to act like he hadn’t said anything.

“Never mind.”

“No, tell me what happened. What other night are you talking about?” I demanded. He sighed again before explaining himself causing my anger to boil.

“What the f*ck is wrong with you?” I asked and moved closer to him.

“Abbey.”

“You owe me an apology.”
“I… “

“No. You can be an uptight ass to me, but you don’t talk to her in that manner, ever. We may be brothers, but I’m not going for that, Shola. You don’t know what she’s been through.”

“She’s married ..”

“To a piece of shit!” I yelled.

Frankly, I was sick and tired of hearing Shola mention her husband. He didn’t give a damn about his wife or how she felt mentally or physically. Mary deserved better, even if better didn’t mean me.

“You never asked her why she was out in the rain at damn near three in the morning. Tell me, what husband goes weeks without contacting his wife? You’re a soldier, Shola. Put the damn pieces together! Or man up, stop being a jealous ass, and ask her what you’ve been wanting to know. Though I’m not so sure she’ll give you what you want a chance with her, fix it or just leave us alone.”

“I…”

“And another thing.” I stepped closer to him. “I’m a grown man who can do what he wants. I don’t need you butting in and ruining what I have going on unless you want to share. I know you’re used to watching my back, but this is it Shola. Mary is the one for me.” With that, I began leaving the room. It wasn’t until I got to the door did he call out for me.

“Don’t tell me you started to fall for her, Abbey.” His voice was low as he spoke.
I shook my head. He just doesn’t get it.

“No, Shola,” I turned around to face him directly. Just so he could see the truth in my eyes.

“I’m in love with her.”

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Part 3

Episode 35

~ Mary’s POV ~

“Are you okay?” His breath fanned across my face as he continued to rub circles on my arm. He was stroking my skin with his thumb in a soothing manner.

Glancing up my eyes met with his. Abbey’s orbs shone in the room filling with light from the sun. His eyebrows narrowed on me in worry as he watched my every move. The atmosphere between us was light as we cuddled in the early morning. Our naked forms clinging to each other happily.

“Yes, I'm fine,” I told him.

“Are you sure?” He paused.

“Because you’ve been a bit off the past few days. I thought it had to do with you going back to work, but it seems like it’s something else. Am I unaware of something that’s happened?”

For the past few days, Abbey has been taking me to and fro work, though I’ve tried to convince him not to.
Not wanting to trouble him, I repeatedly told him I could take the bus. I even tried to sneak off when he wasn’t looking, but he was insistent that he took me— claiming that he wanted to ensure I was safe had me softening.

Of course, I conceded at his words, but not without feeling guilty. I knew I was becoming a hindrance to Abbey. Damn, I’ve been here for weeks.

I was surprised he wasn’t tired of me yet.

As for everything else, there were a few concerning things on my mind. I was constantly worrying about my next move. Though Shola's words cut me the other night, his words leaked a bit of truth.
I couldn’t stay at Abbey’s home forever as much as I wanted. But I didn’t think I’d be returning to my husband anytime soon.

Lately, I’ve been thinking of not going back at all. On the first day of work, I discovered my husband hadn’t stopped by or called to ask about me.

Admittedly, a piece of my heart cracked, but then I steeled my resolve.
Obviously, he didn’t care about me. I knew as much I just didn’t think he’d act this way. Perhaps I was hopeful that he did care about me. That he still loves me. It was wrong to feel so torn when he treated me awfully.
Sure, I hit him once, which was terrible but he’s done much worse to me. So much worse.

I was a foolish woman talking about a man who no longer feels for me while I slept with another man. Despite the old pieces of my heart still loving the man I had married, new pieces were beginning to take place. Shifting inside me as I spent more and more time with Abbey.

Honestly, I knew I was falling in love with him, it’s just that I didn’t want to fall in love with him for the wrong reasons. I never viewed Abbey as a rebound.
Abbey is a man I’ve been blessed to meet and hopefully, loved.
If he asked me to run away with him at this moment, I was sure I would. But another part of me knew that after we figuratively ran, I would possibly change my mind.

Although Abbey was a dream come true, he seems too good to be true. He was the perfect man, sweet, kind, attractive, thoughtful, and sexy.
But what if there was more to him? What if all this was a lie? And if I figuratively ran away with him, would he grow tired of me one day? The way my husband has?

No, no, no, Abbey isn’t like that. It’s just my insecurities, it’s funny how Shola was worried about me throwing away Abbey when in reality it’s the opposite. I was terrified Abbey would want to get rid of me. I didn’t want to lose him. But it’s not like I could voice all my concerns to Abbey. He’d probably look at me differently and try to reassure me.

In turn, making me feel guilty for having such negative thoughts. So with a fake smile planted on my face, I leaned in close and pecked his lips.

“I’m fine,” I said before backing away, but because he gripped me, I didn’t go far. He leaned in this time and captured my lips with his — kissing me sweetly as I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue.

Slowly he pushed me backward until my back met with the bed and with him hovering above me, making out, not minding about our naked forms. The sheet that had covered my breasts lowered to my stomach, leaving my nipples to harden in the cool air as Abbey and I got lost in one another. After a short while, Abbey removed his lips from mine. Both of us were breathing heavily by the time we stopped.

“Mary.”

“Hm?” I hummed, still drunk over our heated lip lock.

“I was thinking we could have a movie night and dinner,” I hummed, shaking my head in agreement. “With Shola,” he added.

My body suddenly tensed up. Not like I disliked Shola, but his words still rang in my ears. Usually, another person’s words don’t bother me, but Shola's words did. I wasn’t sure why, it left an impact on me.

Clearly, he didn’t like me, and sitting there trying to be normal would be uncomfortable. But as I looked into the eyes of the man I was falling for, I realized I didn’t want to disappoint him. Neither did I want to stir unnecessary drama between the two men. I was only a woman. They were like brothers.

Coming to a decision, I relaxed my body and plastered a small smile on my face.

“Sounds great,” I lied through my teeth.

Though it was worth it when Abbey grinned at me before kissing my lips. Again and again and again until I began to moan which turned our kisses into caresses. And he lowered his head down beneath the covers and pleasured me with his mouth until we were both ready for him to be inside me.

****

The smell of chicken stir reached my nose as I sat on the couch waiting for the whistling man in the kitchen to finish making dinner. Not just for him and me, but also for Shola. The man who was currently sitting across from me clicked through the channels on the TV.

Since he arrived, we’ve hardly said a word to each other, not that I was expecting us to talk.
Honestly, I didn’t mind as it saved me trouble from having a conversation with him. Soon enough, Abbey was done cooking and brought our plates over to us.

One thing I’ve noticed is that he enjoys cooking which was surprising to me because he’s a businessman. I used to think that wealthy businessmen had other people working for them but Abbey was different. No maids, housekeepers, or chefs. He did everything himself. Never mind that after giving Shola and I a plate, he went to get his own.

Once he came back, he snatched the remote from Shola and sat next to me.
“Thank you,” I told him, beginning to eat the food he made. After taking the first bite, all the delicious flavors hit me. God, this man could be a chef.

“Are you sure you never went to culinary school?” I asked jokingly.

Chuckling, he said, “Maybe or maybe not. Now, how about an action movie?”

Not seeing or hearing any protest from Shola or myself, he picked a movie out. When the movie began playing, all of us ate as we watched in silence. The movie Abbey picked turned out to be quite good and was one I had never seen before.

After a while, I noticed the men had finished their food first, and I had a bit more left on my plate. I didn’t think I could finish the rest since my stomach was full. I was not accustomed to the larger portions of food I had been served.

Abbey sighed before shuffling closer to me and bringing his arm around my back. The little gesture warmed my heart and a small smile appeared on my face. I placed my unfinished food on the center table and leaned back on him, getting comfortable.

Inhaling the scent of him as we snuggled together while watching the movie. And when I felt the eyes of Shola on us, I didn’t mind one bit. Too contented to stay where I was.

Before long, the movie had ended and Abbey changed into another. Since there was a sequel to the first movie. As we watched, I barely noticed my eyes beginning to close. Drowsy from the day's event and already had a full stomach. I tried to keep my eyes open and stay up, but after Abbey pressed a kiss to my temple, I was out like a light.

***

I could hear distant voices arguing back and forth. Though their vocals were hushed, they were beginning to get louder stirring me from my sleepless dream. Blinking my eyes open, I realized I was still on the couch with a blanket covering me
The TV screen in front had a pause icon on it, meaning the men were still watching. They hadn’t just left me alone downstairs.

Lifting the blanket off me, I rose from the couch. I didn’t want to be noisy, but the ride-in voices had reached a louder volume seeming to come from the back of the apartment. I walked towards it creeping forward as I tried to get rid of my sluggishness. The sleepiness I felt was leaving my body as my senses started to focus. Upon reaching the voices of Abbey and Shola, I was about to announce myself, but stopped and hid behind the corner.

“She’s an issue, Abbey,” Shola stressed while Abbey rubbed his face tiredly.

“You can’t be with a married woman.”

They were talking about me? I glanced down at my empty ring finger that I no longer wore.

“She took off her ring,” Abbey said, causing Shola to let out a humorless laugh.

“Ok and? What do you think that means? She’s not going back? That she wants to stay forever?” He gave a dry chuckle.

“She only took it off so you don’t need a reminder she’s going to leave you, Abbey. You two are playing games together in my home…”

“Our home. This place is as much as it is mine.”
“Oh, really?”

Abbey must have nodded at Shola's words because the next thing I heard him say had my heart pounding.

“Then I want her gone.”

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Part 3

Episode 34

~ Mary's POV ~

A laugh tumbled out of my mouth as Abbey talked about his childhood. The silly stories of him and his family.
Wrapped in silk sheets, our naked bodies with legs tangled, I lay with my head and hand on his chest while he had an arm draped over my wrist. Abbey detailed how he and Shola were caught sneaking out when they were kids, causing me to giggle.

At a point, he said enough of his stories and turned to ask about my childhood experience.

When he said that, I felt nostalgic for some seconds but then I began.

“Well, it was lonely. Surrounded by so many children who had yet to be traumatized or already were. I told you I bounced around from different foster care before, right?” he nodded.

“Not all orphanages or foster cares are bad, but the one I was in since birth was one of the worst. It was rough, depressing, and absolutely weird.

Then again, considered myself one of the lucky ones. Sure, I have issues with abandonment and the dark, but at least I wasn’t horribly abused. Not like some of those I called friends who either didn’t make it out of foster care or were disappointed.

“What do you mean horribly abused?” He asked.

“Did something happen?”

“I was once at a good home, a great one with a nice family that had a mom, dad, and a son in secondary school. The parents were lovely for once, but their son didn’t like the attention I was receiving and became jealous. One day, he was told to babysit me while his parents had a date night. Like the good kid they thought him to be, he babysat me until his friends came over. They were all boys,” lost in the memory, I hardly noticed Abbey stiffen against me.

“They smoked, drank and I stayed in my room because I was scared. Although I was little, I had heard plenty of kids get assaulted by someone who was under the influence. Not saying they usually are, but eventually, they got bored and came up to my room. I had the lights huddled underneath the covers with my favorite teddy bear wishing his parents would come home already.”

The door creaked open and I could hear the harsh thudding of footsteps entering the room. What was once a calming atmosphere turned into something darker. Sinister and twisted.

“Oh, Mary,” my son-to-be brother taunted. Peaking my head out of the covers, I saw him and his three school friends, crowding the tiny space I called my bedroom.

“Please, leave me alone.” I whimpered, the voice of a twelve years old.

“What happened?” Abbey’s voice reminded me I no longer was there.

"They started picking on me when I couldn’t leave the room nor get up from my bed, bad-mouthing me to get under my skin and telling me things that made my skin crawl. Until they grew so frustrated that I wasn’t reacting to them. So their words turned into fists as they beat me. But that wasn’t the worst,” I shook my head, solemn.

“They dragged me out of the bed into my closet, shutting off all the lights in the room and keeping me locked in there with a heavy dresser blocking the entrance. I couldn’t get out. I couldn’t breathe or escape as they left me screaming, banging on the door to get out. They ignored me, leaving me alone to cry in the dark.”

“What happened when his parents came home?” I shrugged at his question.

“I can’t remember, I'm certain it's repressed in my brain. I just know that I was returned to the orphanage soon after.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Mary,” I nodded in acknowledgment.

“I remember when you said your past made you want to be the therapist you are now.” He changed the subject, understanding that I no longer wanted to talk about what had happened all those years ago.

“Yes. I got top grades in school and somehow I won a scholarship. As soon as I graduated, I thought I had little to work about but then,” I sighed, getting lost in the memory.

“Then came bills I never knew came with school, so, I had to get a full-time job. I started failing my classes and being harassed at work, and it was so stressful. I wanted to give up.”

“But you didn’t,” he stated, and I shook my head.

“No, I… ,” stopping myself short, I didn’t say more. I felt wrong to bring up my husband while I was with Abbey. As if sensing my hesitation he spoke up.

“You can tell me, pretty,” he stroked a hand through my locs.

“It will ruin the mood.”

“Tell me anyway, I want to know more about you.” With a heavy sigh, I continued.

“I didn’t give up because that’s when I met my husband,” I admitted quietly albeit hesitant.

He was silent for some time as he thought over my words.

“There was some truth to his words when he threw me out. I wouldn’t have or have the things I did without him. He lent me money, found me a job, helped me talk to my professors, and was there for me. For the first time since I had been born into a lowly orphanage, I wasn’t alone. He shaped me into the woman I am now.”

“I doubt that,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“No man could make you the woman you are now. Sure he might have helped you start, but did he earn your degree and gave it to you? Did he work at the job you worked hard to get?”

“No.”

“Exactly sweet Mary,” Abbey kissed the top of my head.

“You did that all on your own. You need to give yourself more credit for your accomplishments. And I know it’s not my place, I don’t mean to overstep, but he said those words to undermine you. To belittle the strong woman I know you are. He didn’t make you into the woman you’re, you did that all by yourself.”

Sitting up, clutching the sheet to my naked form, I looked down at him. My heart was beating fiercely inside my chest while pondering his words. His eyes peered into mine as he settled his hands on my lips.

“I've never thought of it that way. He’s always been one to point out when we would get into arguments or slight disagreements that I’ve accepted it.”

Abbey shook his head, frowning. Before he could speak I carried on.

“It’s always been that way since we got married. I thought it was normal.”

“Not at all my dear.” He reached a hand up to cup my cheeks, holding me. His eyes conveyed how serious his next words were going to be.

“That’s manipulation, Mary. Emotional abuse.”

I shook my head denying it, trying to remove myself from him. However, Abbey wouldn’t let go even as I tried. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say anymore. I shouldn’t have told him anything.

“And putting his hands on you as he kicked you out, shouting at you…,” he trailed off, his brow furrowing in anger.

“Mary…,"

“Stop, I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said as my eyes welled up.
His eyes softened, seeing the distress on my face.

“Alright,” Abbey spoke, but his face told me it was far from ‘alright’. He was upset but didn’t want to upset me. He lowered me back down to lie on his chest again and I did, seeking his warmth.

Using one of his hands he ribbed up and down my naked back to soothe me. After a while in tense silence, I spoke up.

“I'm sorry…”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he cut me off. I shook my head a little, brushing him off.

“Yes, I do. It’s not that I don’t know these things. He has anger problems and sometimes I can be the cause of them.”

“Pretty…” his voice sounded pained.

“But I know there is no excuse for how he treats me. I just don’t know what to do without him. I’m terrified to be alone, Abbey. I can’t do it again, I can’t.”

“Shh,” he hugged me tighter to him as I cried. My body shaking from my painful sobs.

“When he put me out in the rain, I thought I wouldn’t make it. It was dark, so scary and he knew how I felt about my past, and yet…” I broke off, continuing to cry as Abbey held me.

“You won’t ever be alone again. I’ll make sure of it, Mary. I promise, darling.”

***

The clock read three in the morning as I lay staring at it. Abbey's arms were wrapped around my waist, hugging me tight to his body as light snores escaped him. I would have been sleeping, but I couldn’t from the conversation we had earlier.

Maybe I’ll feel better if I get a bottle of water. Slowly, to not wake him up, I exited his arms and then the bed. Throwing on one of his button-up shirts that fell to my thighs, I left the room.

Although it was dark, I knew where to go since I’d been living here awhile. I walked down the stair. Upon reaching there, I walked down and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grabbed a water bottle, leaving the door open to see while I uncapped the bottle and took a few sips. It was quiet in the apartment except for the faint hum of the fridge. Very peaceful until I heard a voice I hadn’t heard in a while, nearing scaring me half to death.

“Mary?” a deeper voice than Abbey called out, making me turn around to face the date.

“Shola., I whispered, staring wide-eyed up at the man I hadn’t realized I missed.

Though we hadn’t spent one-on-one time together, I loved his foot rubs. Those nights he would sneak into my room and leave medicine for me, thinking I didn’t notice. His gestures were sweet and entirely thoughtful.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way, I already had Abbey, his best friend.

“What are you doing?” he asked, coming closer.

“I could ask you the same,” though I knew without a doubt that he had been with a woman since he stunk of cheap perfume. The scent reached me from where he stood.

“Outside,” was all he said looking at me expectantly. I waved the bottle of water around, nervously.

“Thirsty.”

“Would be surprised if you weren’t,” he muttered, but I couldn’t be sure if those were his exact words. Before I asked him to repeat what he said, he spoke up.

"Can I ask you something?” I nodded.

“Is this what you usually do?”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand,” I said. My face held a look of confusion as he approached me.

“Seduce men and then return to your husband once they get attached?”

“Excuse me”

“Because that won’t work here, Abbey isn’t someone to throw away once you’re done with him.”

“I would never…”

“So, I’ll tell you this once, enjoy your brief vacation here, but when the time comes, you'll leave.”

He turned his back to me, leaving the room without sparing me a glance. How did he go from being a softie to an asshole? I sighed, calming myself once he left. I wouldn’t let his words get to me. I wouldn’t.

Although a part of me couldn’t help but feel a pain in my chest as his words. I was deeply hurt.

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Part 3

Episode 33

~ Mary’s POV ~

“Abbey, I’ve only been with one man,” I began, rewinding my eyes up. Swallowing thickly, I continued.

“He wasn’t —uh-well—um you’re quite large in comparison. Also, it’s been a while since I’ve last had sex.”

He got on the bed again, his appendage swinging between his legs as he came closer to me.

“We'll go slow.” I nodded mutely, trusting him.

Returning to the position we once were in with him above me, he kissed me on my lips before kissing down my neck, kissing every inch of me. I was still wet from earlier, but I needed to regain more of that heat that was left as we talked earlier. Especially since he was going to fit his d!ck inside of me. The thought made me nervous until it was all forgotten by his lips kissing my lower lips, making me forget what I was so concerned about as I came again minutes later.

Breathing heavily from a recent climax, Abbey reached over into the drawer of the end table, pulling out a condom. He opened it with his hands and sheathed his dick before climbing back up my body between mine on the bed. I nearly screamed as his d!ck touched a nerve inside of me while his hand still played with my clit. What the hell was that?
My back arched after he hit it again feeling his dick throb in me despite the condom separating us.

“You like that?” he landed a sloppy kiss on my nipple, thrusting deeper into my cunt. I thought this entire length was inside me already, but when I looked down, I realized he only fed me half.

Gasping for air, his hand left my lit to grab at my chin, refocusing my attention on his face. His brows furrowed, looking down at me. “Eyes on me.”

My stomach tightened, and I felt it, the start of my panic. A few more thrusts from him and I was a goner.

“Abbey…,” I tried to warn him, but it was too late. Throwing my head back, I creamed on his dick.

Removing my hands from his back to not scratch him, I clawed at the sheets. The climax I was having was far stronger than any I’ve ever had in life.

“That’s it, Mary, cum for me beautiful,” he takes me through my climax urging me on. “I love seeing your pretty face when you cum,” he bit softly on one of my nipples, making my climax last longer.

Once I finished, he shifted without removing himself from me. His thrusts turned slow as he sat on his knees, grabbed my legs, and tilted them toward the ceiling. He hugged his thick arms around my legs, gluing my body to his, controlling the pace. The new position made me feel sparks as he crept slowly, yet deep within me — feeding me more of his devilish dick than he had before stretching my tiny p*ssy.

Through the sound of my moans and the slight haze of my vision from recently cumming, I could see the strain on Abbey's face and heard the groans escaping his lips as he threw his head back toward the ceiling. He looked ravishing with sweat decorating his muscled chest and the tips of his hair wet.

I knew right then and there I was a lucky woman. Seeing the pleasure on his face had my abdomen tightened and my p*sssy clenched on him again.

Feeling the change, Abbey looked down at me again, shooting me a cocky grin. His eyes sparkling with mirth catching me eyeing him in the throes of our lovemaking. He didn’t comment on it when my walls snagged on him again.
No, he used my pleasure to fuel his. What was once deep and slow, turned into faster and impossibly deeper strokes. His pace differed from the first position, much different.

Quickly, I felt myself nearing another climax. He sent my insides into a frenzy as he propelled his dick harder inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes! Harder! Harder..”’ my head shook back and forth uttering intangible words as I experienced actual sex with him for the first time. And here I couldn’t cum from penetration. Comfort was right, there wasn’t anything wrong with me. I was just with the wrong man. Abbey proved that once again as he rutted inside of me causing me to shout.

Despite my stomach cramping, another orgasm was building. I could do nothing but be a pillow princess, letting him dominate me

“You like the sound of that?”

Letting go of one of my legs quickly, he used his free hand to slap my ass. Though light, it still left a sting. To my surprise, I wasn’t turned off by the act. No, it left me wanting more.

That was new knowing he wanted an answer, so I whimpered out what he wanted to hear.

“Yes! Yes! I love it!”

With one of my legs still hanging in the air, he used his free hand to rub my clit. Instant fireworks popped off in my brain. I was painting, screaming out Abbey's name as I came. My lips down low still receiving his dick as I heard him let out a deep groan from above me. Feeling his cum through the condom that stood as a barrier. Although it was a crazy thought, I couldn’t help but wish we didn’t need the condom.

No, I didn’t want to get pregnant, but I wanted to feel him bare. I wouldn’t complain as I’ve had the best sex ever. I slightly convulsed my body which has come down from its high. My legs continued to dangle until Abbey let go and placed them on the bed. He too was panting as heavily as I was. Breathing in the scent of sex that wafted through the air.

Slowly, he slipped out of me and I could feel my p*ssy gasping, leaking more of my juices into the sheets soaked with sweat.

Through blurry vision, he took the condom off, tied it, and left the bed to throw it away. Shortly after, the bed dipped, and he spread my legs again, wrapping them around his waist.

“How was that?” he asked, gazing down at me with a small smile.
Yet his eyes genuinely wondered if I was okay with what just happened. I reached a hand up, caressing his face dreamily a lazy smile appearing on my lips.

“I never knew sex could feel this good,” I admitted eliciting a chuckle from him.

Any other time it would embarrass me to say something like that but I was still on a sex high. I saw him reach beside the bed, his hand holding onto another condom. I looked at him quizzically as he sheathed himself again. Seeing the look on my face, he laughed. The sound was deep and filled my belly with butterflies.

God, he was beautiful.

“You thought that was it?”

Slowly he entered me again. A soft moan escaped me because of how good he felt inside me.

“You’ve only been in two positions. I think it’s fair I introduce you to more.”

***

If I were to say I felt any guilt, I’d be lying. Yes, it was awful to not feel terrible about what I’ve done, but being honest with myself, my husband was the last person on my mind. There were bigger-much bigger things to worry about, such as the man who was currently f*cking my brains out.

Again.

We’d been having sex since last night, occasionally taking minor breaks. Many of them involved Abbey feeding me and making sure I was hydrated. It was strange finally being intimate with him. Abbey was slightly a different man between the sheets than he was out of them. Sure, he was sweet and generous, making me feel beautiful any chance he got outside the bedroom. But within the bedroom, he made me feel sexy, and alive as he bent my body to his will.

Though my body was slowly beginning to show fatigue, I didn’t want to stop. Having Abbey inside of me felt too damn good to let go of. I was hooked; point blank, but for a good reason. It wasn’t just the fact that Abbey knew how to pleasure my body properly.

No, it was the way he made me feel. With every caress of his hands, the penetration, and his charming eyes.

He kept calling me names that made me think I was beautiful as he said I was. A few times I wanted to cry as he f*cked me. Though I felt like f*ck wasn’t the best word to describe what we had. It felt like lovemaking. What I had with my husband felt like I was being f*cked, but with Abbey, it was different.

Through the night, Abbey made good on his promise to introduce me to new positions. I couldn’t believe I had missed out on the few we did for all these years. Abbey made sure not to push my body too far as he moved us.

“Thank you,” I told him quietly, loving the way he’s been good to me. He kissed the top of my head, not moaning much since he already had his face buried in my locs.

“For what?” he asked.
“For being you,” because in my eyes, he’s more than a man. It might be silly to give someone much praise, but it was the truth.

This man has done so much more for me in the past weeks than my husband has in years. I wished I could voice it, tell him he mattered more to me than my husband but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t even be able to tell him it was the sex we had that caused me to feel this way.
What I’m feeling now has been stirring for a while.

He chuckled. “I’m assuming that’s a good thing.” Nodding at his words, I sat up as much as I could. Though I couldn’t tell him all of what I felt for him, I wanted him to know one thing.

“I know it’s soon to say, but...," I paused, making sure I had his full attention so he hears the sincerity in my words.

“I wish I had met you first.”

He wasn’t expecting those words to come from my mouth. I could tell from the way his smile disappeared and his brows furrowed. Maybe it was the wrong time to say it after we'd had such an amazing night, but my feelings for Abbey had grown stronger. To where I couldn’t fight it anymore.

Unwrapping one of his arms from my waist, he clasped one of my hands — opening it from its first to tangle our fingers together.

“I wish I had met you first too, Mary,” kissing our joined hands. His heart thundered in his chest. His eyes portrayed he was telling the truth as much as I did.

And for once, I didn’t care about how messed up this situation was. Neither did I care I had a husband at a house he kicked me out of. No, I cared about the man in front of me. The man who showed me how much he wished we had met each other first.

Loving me slowly with each thrust as he caressed my skin lovingly.
The man named Abbey, who I was falling in love with.

Who would have thought this day would come?


To be continued…
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Part 3

Episode 32

~ John's POV ~

Ever since that night, I hadn’t been myself. I didn’t mean to hurt Mary that much, but my emotion always had the best of me. I came out an hour later to call her in, but only for me to discover my wife was no longer outside. I hurriedly searched through the entrance and outside the gate, but she was nowhere close.

Her phone was inside and so there was no way I could call her. Gosh! I messed up. It was raining and dark outside. I began to blame myself for such a careless attitude towards Mary. I shouldn’t have gone to the extent of pushing her outside. My conscience wouldn’t stop pricking me. The same woman I desperately needed to give me a child. What if something bad happens to her?

I sat on the couch with lots of voices going through my head. I kept pondering where she could be at that hour of the night. Then, I remembered Comfort. The lady I knew hated me for doing nothing bad except marrying her best friend.

On second thought, Gbenga came to my mind, but since Mary wasn’t with her phone, there was no way she could have reached him. And I’m sure she doesn’t know the way to his house. Only if she had her phone with her.

It could only be Comfort. That devil of a girl would seize this opportunity to make sure Mary turns her back completely on me. I knew what she was capable of. Lots of thoughts conflicted in my head.

Though Mary disrespected me that night, I felt I went far with the way I left her outside in the rain. Sometimes, I tend to do things I’d regret later. I don’t know why I act that way toward Mary, maybe because she wasn’t ready to give me a child I desperately needed. A part of me disliked her for not wanting to conceive again after the previous miscarriage. No, no….no, I’m not going to think about this. I quickly averted my thoughts.

I stood up and walked towards the center table in the sitting room where Mary's phone was. I bent down and picked it up. I was ready to damn whatever Comfort would say or think about me. My mind was made up to accept any manner of approach she would use to answer my call. Be it politely or rudely, my concern was to know where my wife was. I am an officer of the law for crying out loud. Why should I be scared of that girl?

Placing my hand behind Mary's phone, I realized it didn’t unlock at the touch of my forefinger. Did Mary delete my fingerprint from her phone? I tried the second, third, and fourth times but I was unable to unlock her phone. Strange!

What could Mary be hiding from me? We used to have each other's passwords, but there I was sweating, trying to unlock my wife's phone.

Could it be that Mary has started seeing someone else? Why would she change her password and delete my fingerprint? With this thought going on my mind, I angrily went to bed. A part of me felt she was in safe hands. If she could change her password without my consent, then there should be more to her whereabouts. The thought I battled with before sleep crept into my eyes.


~ Mary's POV ~

A few hours have gone by since Abbey and I talked about my concerns. Shola still had yet to return, but I was grateful he hadn’t.
Otherwise, he would have heard me moaning, and my irregular breathing from within the apartment. I wasn’t much of a screamer, but the way Abbey was using his tongue, I was thinking differently.

“Oh, Abbey,” muttering under my breath, my chest panting for air. My breasts heaved underneath the shirt I was wearing as I rocked myself on Abbey's mouth, experiencing something I’d never done before; ride a man’s face.

Wearing nothing but his shirt on my body and little beads of sweat that formed from riding him. I was in heaven. At least, as close to it as I can get, I doubt I’d get in after committing adultery.

Having Abbey assist me with his enormous arms cupping my ass, helped a great deal. Admittedly, my knees weren’t the best but he didn’t care. In fact, I was the one who cared more about potentially squashing him. Yet, he somehow convinced me to go through with it and now here we are. I was riding Abbey's face chasing my pleasure as he delightfully ate me out.

When I admitted to not knowing other sex positions besides missionary and being bent over, he wanted me to try something new. Of course, I protested, scared out of my mind that I’d be responsible for his death.

However, now that I’m seeking my pleasure now, I’m glad Abbey urged me on. Never in a million years did I ever think I would be me a few years ago, I would have laughed in their face. The reason is that I'm doing this with a man who isn’t my husband and I was actually sitting on someone’s face.

“Uh!” I cried out as a particular swipe of his tongue had stars circling me. He did the same again with his tongue pushing me over the edge.
“Yes!” I moaned while Abbey continued to swallow my juices, pulling slightly at it as a way of communicating I had enough, so he stopped.

My body shaking slightly in aftershocks, I rolled off of him to lie behind him. Staring up at the ceiling as I fought to catch my breath.
Instead of doing his daily aftercare routine for me, he trailed kisses from my cunt upwards. Despite the shirt I wore covering my body, he still kissed my stomach and chest through it. He reached my neck where he took his time sucking my skin into his mouth lightly nipping it and leaving love bites on me.

I arched my head giving him more access which he used to move from my neck to my face, kissing me deeply with his tongue tasting myself on his tongue, I moaned, loving every moment of our tongues brushing along each other. Briefly, I could feel his hand move under my shirt toward my breast. Upon reaching it, he played with the hardened bud turning me on further.

Deciding to make the next move, my hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt as we made out— only pulling apart once lifting the shirt completely over his body so he was bare—chested.

Oh my.

The man before me was undeniably hot as I finally saw Abbey without a shirt. I gazed at him in amazement, bringing a hand up to feel along the expanse of his muscular chest. His abdomen flexed slightly when I ran my hand over it.
Not nearly finished looking him over, Abbey leaned down again, capturing my mouth in a fervent kiss. What was once sweet and albeit innocent turned into a passion that’s been brewing for months. Knowing where this was leading and not wanting to stop, I let go of my inhibitions.

Departing from the things that could hold me back from enjoying this moment with Abbey until his hands reached for my shirt which had me tensing, still self-conscious of my body. Breaking off the kiss, he backed away, giving me space.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked cautiously staring down at me in the room filled with light.

“No, it’s just that…,” I paused, fiddling with the edges of my shirt. Anxiety swirling in the pit of my stomach at having to show myself.

Being vulnerable with a man who has yet to fully see my body was terrifying. Abbey's chest was perfect while mine was less than perfect. Only one man has ever seen my body for what it was and he didn’t like it. Every chance he got, he would tell me I needed to lose more weight making it known that I wasn’t desirable. And with the added scars I had… what if Abbey felt the same after he saw me?

When I didn’t continue, Abbey placed a hand over mine stopping them from fiddling with my shirt. “Mary, if you don’t want to continue we can stop,” he assured me and I shook my head.

“No, I want to do this with you, truly,” breathing out a sigh, I admitted my inner turmoil.

“I’ve only been with one man and he never liked how my body looked.”

Understanding dawned on his face at my admission, communicating that I felt self-conscious through the words spoken. His hold on my hands tightened while he faced me.

“I've seen nearly every inch of you besides your stomach. And with each I’ve seen, I’ve loved and will continue to love. You’re a beautiful woman, Mary,” he said, his words ringing with truth.

Though my mind having a hard time accepting it. “I say this not only as a man but as a friend and a partner. You could be the foulest woman in the world and I’d still want you.”

“Really?” I questioned.

“Absolutely. It’s never just been about your appearance, Mary. I’m attracted to the woman you are on the inside too. So, of course, I would want you if you were a monster or something,” he said jokingly, causing a laugh to erupt from my mouth as a tear escaped my eyes leaning forward with a chuckle, he used his thumbs to swipe my years away.

“You are perfect to me, let me show you how true my words are.”

This was wrong, so wrong on many levels to have sex with him. He wasn’t my husband, but with a few short words and the time we’ve spent together, Abbey had captured a piece of my heart that I hadn’t noticed drifted away from me until it locked in place. So as he awaited my answer, I did the only thing I could think of. I didn’t let my insecurities win the war I had within myself.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt over my head leaving me exposed to Abbey, fighting the urge to wrap my arms around my waist to shield me. His eyes took in my small form, skimming over every inch of me.

Damn, being naked in front of him had me feeling vulnerable, baring myself for the harsh critique that I’ve experienced with another.

However, when I stared into those eyes that assessed me, I saw not one hint o disgust. No, I saw the gleam in his eyes that I’ve seen many times as he pleasured me. His gaze was steady, dark, and full of heat while he looked me over from my head down to the apex of my thighs. And when he glanced back into the eyes that watched him full of trepidation, he grinned at me. His grin was so sexy that it sent a wave of heat down my spine.

“You’re stunning, Mary,” he came closer to me, placing his hand on m hips, and gripping me firmly.

“Seeing you like this would always make me want to cum.” He added.

He wasn’t lying. Glancing down, my eyes took in the sight of his bulge, staring against his trouser before widening in shock.

“Abbey,” I glanced up at him while he grinned at me. “It’s all for you, pretty,” he said before moving his right hand up to my cheek and tilting his head down to kiss me. Our lips connected heatedly. His tongue slipped inside my mouth in an instant when I submitted to him allowing him to explore my mouth. Slowly, he lowered our bodies to the bed with my back against the sheets above me. Once settled, I felt the hand at my waist travel lower to the inside of my thighs. I was going to let him continue, but I no longer wanted to be stroked by his fingers. I wanted him.

I parted from his lips with a gasp. “Abbey, I want to see you, too,” I told him.
Although he had taken off his shirt earlier, his trousers were still on. Nodding, he backed away from me and stepped out of the bed. Soon as he stood, his hands reached down to his trousers, pulling them down to his feet, his dark boxer was what I saw which showed his large bulge that strained against the constraints of his underwear. I had a full view of his impressive-sized dick.

Sparing the details, Abbey was considerably larger and longer than my husband. I knew Abbey was packing but I wasn’t sure if I'd be able to accept all of him within me. He wasn’t obscenely big, but the size of what I’ve had for years does not come closer to what Abbey has.

Besides that, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex, so I had a feeling this wouldn’t be all too comfortable.

Slightly worried, I voiced my concerns as I looked at him.

To be continued…
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