Cheating On A Married Man

Chapter Two: Seduction.

That evening as he opened his door for me, I gave a very cute smile which made my left dimple, the only one I had, as deep as the obsession I had for him show.

He looked at me with an eye that said, “Stop lying to yourself,” and said, “Come in the food is getting cold.” I wasn’t the type to feel inferior or lowered or bad about myself, I knew I was awfully beautiful and only a god could withstand my good looks. I sat on that dining chair forwarding my arms on the dining table and said, “Thank you for inviting me, I didn’t expect it.” (oh, I prayed for it)

“Well, I called you this evening to help me with some paperwork, but I’m wondering why you look this good. And by the way, I saw the piece of art you sent me, it’s quite not as interesting but, you are almost there.” He said while checking who knows what on his phone.

I couldn’t believe he took my nudity as a piece of art but, I however had hope. “Thank you, sir. What paperwork do I have to help you with, and am I getting paid for it?” I asked while looking around the ceiling making it seem as though I am an innocent-looking girl.

“Well… Yes, you are getting paid, I can’t use a young girl like you for free. I take you as my daughter, I need to treat you like one.”

Now my confidence was dropping slowly, he was such a serious man that I didn’t even know what his weakness was anymore. He wasn’t just any type of man, this one was different, he seemed to love his wife too much, “and may I know what exactly you and my mother were conversing about earlier,” I said. “Your mother." He commented while still looking at his phone, and continued, “Please go in my closet and wear something flexible, we get to work.”

“I asked you a question,” I said curiously.

He looked at me and said, “If your mother wanted you to know, she would have told you, but seeing that she hasn’t said a word, then she doesn’t want you to know.”

That night I did a whole load of work for that man and he was serious the whole time. I tried flirting or playing dirty here and there but, he seemed to have been raised well enough not to have any emotions whatsoever.

I went home quite late, I sneaked into the house through the living room window made sure my mother heard nothing and made it to my room. Gabriel didn’t call or text to find out if I was home safe or not. I then realised he wasn’t into me despite my good looks hence, I gave up, I shut my bedroom window and told myself, “I’m never seeking his attention ever again."

The following morning, I woke up, and stared at my window, something in me wanted to open the curtain and check if he was still in his room or if he was naked or not but, my ego told me not to.

Days passed and I had learned how not to let my emotions get the best of me. Let’s just say I was turning into a grown-ass b***h I told myself, “If this man wanted me, he knew where to find me. I’m done giving my beautiful self away aimlessly.”

I moved on with my life with this charming young man who was not entirely what I had fancied but acceptable. He was very good at spending and spoiling my black ass, and treated me like an expensive b***h I was, we had a lot of fun together, clubbed together, and travelled together. I had started forgetting about my home old man until that day when he called.

With my heart racing and feeling as though sweat is trapped under my skin crying for help to flow out, I picked the phone up while in that five-star hotel with my prince charming, ” Yes how can I assist you?” I asked.

“Where are you? Some paperwork needs to be done.” He responded.

“The last time I checked, I wasn’t employed by anyone so be more specific please.”,

“Listen kid stop acting all arrogant and bring yourself here before I lose my patience.” He ordered.

I liked how possessive he was, it was a very big turn-on for me and made me want him even more. I rushed home.

I got home said hi to my mother who was baking some pancakes in the kitchen and moved on to my room before I could even hear her response. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to fail that day. I took a cold shower because I needed my little Mary rejuvenated, took out one of my favourite short black dresses I had and put it on. Gadamn I was looking like an irresistible snack. Before leaving my room I bent down to smell how my little Mary was smelling because, I didn’t have underwear on, just to make sure there was no foreign scent visiting us.

When I got to his place, he was in black trousers and a white vest, I thought to myself, “If he didn’t want me, he would have worn a T-shirt to cover his attractive arms and chest.

“It’s good you are here, you can offer yourself anything, then we get to work,” he said, but this time eyeing my legs, and continued “The girl has grown.”

“More than you think,” I replied.

He looked at me with an observing eye “I love the confidence, too much for a sixteen-year-old.” he said and started looking at his phone.