MY CHEATING HUSBAND

EP 8 (MAKING LOVE)

7MONTHS AGO

HAZEL’S POV

The sky stretching into the distance was dark grey and the rain kept falling on the dry ground rapidly.

The tall trees in the compound swayed side by side and some leaves fell off the trees. It was draining to watch how life moves on despite the broken state that I was in.

I continued watching helplessly that morning trying to reason with Clem. Why could he possibly do that to me? Why me?

Did my soul deserve to feel stabbed each and every second due to the heartbreak?

I was a naïve girl when I joined campus. I believed that all relationship in campus would lead to marriage and that is why I was very submissive to him. I only made one mistake where I slept with a man so that I could get a car that I surprised him with it on his birthday.

I don’t consider it being wrong because all I wanted is to make him happy and that is what I struggled with tooth and nail. Come to think of it, was that b***h enjoying a ride in my f*****g car?

I was so pretty back then and Clem was insecure of it. He picked fights with men who would stare at me at the club when we went out at a club to drunk our ass out. Actually, I had never grinded someone else except him. Well, all this beauty and twerking gone to waste. May he f**k and die.

The cold wind coming into the room overpowered me and I closed the window before walking to the bed that we had slept in the previous night. Ole had gone to prepare a cup of rose Mary flavored tea as I lay there trying to get over my relationship.

My leg was checked by an orthopedic nurse and I was given a crutch to help me walk before the knee finally healed. Ole was so guilty about it and seeing me being heartbroken was just too much for that old man to handle.

“Your tea is ready,” He said placing it on the bedside table.

“Thank you,” I said and walked slowly back to sit on the bed.

“Am sorry for everything,” He professed tapping his hand on the table.

“Stop telling me that, it was just an accident,”

“How can I fix everything?”

“Being here with me Ole is enough. By the way, thanks for last night. You literally built a wall of pillows between the two of us but we ended up tangling anyway. I still find it wierd that you did not do something bad to me.” I mumbled.

“You are making me feel embarrassed,” He quaked.

“Thank you really, you soothed me by stroking your hand on my hair and forehead till I fell asleep on your arms.”

“You deserve the best Hazel, you really do. You are a beautiful girl that anyone wish to be with. I am sorry that he did that to you. He is really a bad person who reminds us that there are still bad people in the world.”

That alone made my insides curve in and blood pounding behind my ears. It was so loud and I thought that he heard it. My throat become dry and tears blinded my eyes. I chose to let it out once and for all.

This is the last time I was going to cry over a man in my life. Men are trash and there is nothing like love. Love is an illusion which leads to confusion. It is a gateway where people come to hurt your feelings and leave without caring so that they will later say that I fell out of love. How can you really fall out of love?

That is lies and a literal illustration of mediocrity.

“Thank you Ole, I will always keep that in mind.”

“I… I kind of like you,” He scoffed.

“Yeah?”

“I mean it. “

“Don’t you have a wife? You are fifty from what you told me Ole,”

“I can’t lie,” He said the colour of his face draining rapidly.

“I didn’t mean to, sorry for asking,” I chuckled a bit to ease the tension that he was creating.

“She left,” He muttered and giggled despite all odds pointing to the fact that he was angry and hated talking about it.

“Am sorry,”

“She was a lesbian all along,” He laughed.

“Humph! that’s...”

“f****d up!” He finished the sentence for me.

“I thought mine was the worst case scenario, Ole,”

“Guess you know now your situation is better,”

“f**k Clem, what was her name?”

“Calantha Jackson…Ooops! She is Calantha Wabaya now,”

“So, you were looking for a job?”

“Yeah, I have tarmacked for over a month. To get a job in NYC is not as easy as I thought”

“I was looking for my Personal Assistant this whole time,”

“W...what!” I gasped knowing my job is some words away.

“I went through your resume and I have considered you, if you want that is,”

“Of course, of course,” I couldn’t contain the excitement I was feeling. It felt like I was high on drugs yet I was totally sober.

I tried jumping out of bed to hug him forgetting about my knee and that is when I twisted it.

The tingling pain swept through my body and I closed my eyes tightly to contain it but it was practically impossible.

“Am sorry,” He professed as he walked to the bed. He threw the white duvets aside and my eyes dilated due to the shock I was having. My skirt was just beneath my waist and I could tell he had seen my white panties just by his eyes becoming hazy.

Men are just weak in nature and they will lose everything to find what is between a woman’s legs. I knew he was all over me already and I ran my fingertips over his hands.

Our eyes met each other and I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip seductively.

He jumped on top of me in haste like a hungry lion and  I had never been proud of myself till that very moment.

Knowing that I would be able to control him with my womanhood gave the satisfaction I always looked for.

Have you ever thought of queening in a kingdom and being every man’s weakness and everyone in the kingdom thinking of you when making love to their wives? Well isn’t that good?

Oleander was rich and I knew that even having a night with him will take me out from my poverty and in no time I will be a boss lady wearing only heels and short pencil skirts.

“You have just broken up with your boyfriend,” He scoffed and I nodded knowing it was a way of him asking for my permission.

“You like me right?” I asked cupping his head with my hand.

“You are my weakness,” The mention of that alone turned me on.

I closed my eyes and felt his touching mine and my body ignited. I moaned into his mouth and he equally moaned feverishly. My fingers thread through his head and tugged harder. 

“Please, I don’t want to take advantage of you,” He pleaded holding back.

“I want you,”

            ***

“Pass me the salt,” I extolled as I cooked him dinner.

“It smells good already, I want to taste it Hazel” He chimed sticking out his tongue.

“No,” I refused crossing my hands on my chest as a form of block.

Ole walked towards me, slowly, his eyes intense locking on mine. I bit my lip as he come over to embrace me. Ever since we made love, he just wanted to touch me. I had given him that desire to a point that he wanted me around him all the time.

He lifted my chin and his hands reached for my hair and he tucked it behind my ear. He kissed me and we moved around stumbling over the plastic flower vase and flower that was standing on the floor. He pushed me against the wall but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“We you expecting someone?”  I broke the kiss to ask.

“Of course not,” He droned.

“I don’t believe you,” I hissed thinking that he normally booty calls other girls to sleep with him.

“Okay, how about we get it together?”

I stomped out of the kitchen and walked to the living room and I could feel him walking fast behind me. I opened the door and met an averagely tall woman waiting on the doorstep. She was  wearing a short yellow figure hugging dress with nude heels.

She was shocked to see me and that made me furious. I threw a final glance at her glowing skin before I closing the door on her face. She was pretty, classy like fine wine and that made me jealous.

I realised that Ole had other pretty ladies and he was just adding me to the list.

I ignored him despite blocking the way for me not to leave and left rushing to gather my staff. I was out of that house.