MY CHEATING HUSBAND

EP 7 (WHY PEOPLE CHEAT)

HAZEL'S POV

"What?" I giggled as I glared at Ole who was busy shifting his eyes through my bosom.

"I miss them," He sighed and shifted the camera of his laptop to get a clear focus of my cleavage.

Skyping has made us feel together despite the miles separating the two of us.I had met him two weeks ago and we were a notch higher in our relationship.

In those two weeks all we did was kiss, if not kissing, then we were making out.

Every single day, I would send him nudes to entertain him and as a reward, he sent me deposited money in my account.

Today's mirror selfie nude with me wearing a gray Calvin Klein sports bra with a white thong earned me something special.

They were just words, but they really hit me deep.

I want you, I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that feels the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your finger craves for at night; the blankets that wraps around you all night.I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find.I want to talk alot about everything in the world newspaper.

I want to discuss with you,to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws.All of them. I want to go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art;always trying to chase what you crave and capture you.

He had given me the kind of life that I have always wanted. To be a millionaire and to have business at all corners of the world which generated nothing but profit is not a small thing.

Apart from that, he keeps spoiling me with gifts and he has already organised many trips to different destinations around the world.

I could afford to buy the most expensive jewels on earth at the snap of my finger yet I was so broke at heart.

If I say I love Oleander a hundred percent then I am a liar. My heart is stiff like a stone because it has been stabbed several times and still survived.

I can't tell him that. I am not a monster. I keep telling him I love him too but then deep inside me I despise love. I have been hurt because of love.

If you love me, fine thank you , Okay?

Dating an older guy is not that bad compared to what my friends were telling me. Our bedroom issues are at ninety percent. He does it better than Clem did.

HAZEL'S THOUGHTS

I was a recent graduate of United Stated international University (USIU) where I was taking a degree in Media and Communication. With the all responsibility weighing down my shoulder now that my grandmother knew she had done their part in financing my studies, I resorted to seeking a job.

I went to the cyber café and used their computer to apply jobs online, print my resume and made a list of radio and TV stations that were hiring media persons.

Armed with my resume, I went to each and every media station listen above. It had been four hours of nonstop walking, filling forms and questionnaires. I was exhausted and starving, discouraged from repeatedly hearing, "We'll give you a call."

The buns I ate for breakfast were long gone digested hours ago. I was to eat something and my brain thought of nothing but lunch at a café at the far end of the streets. I sauntered forward only to be interrupted by deafening sounds of a car horn as it braked right before my left leg. Wait, was I almost being hit by a limousine?

My heart thudded in my chest and my hands shook. What was I thinking? I was not the kind of person to stumble let alone being hit with a car. Tingling pain from my feet gave me the reality that I had been hit.

It was really that serious when my vision disfigured as if I was looking through a fish eye lens.

***

The soft warmth of evening sunlight on my skin woke me. I savoured the clean white sheets covering me, thinking of how sweet it was for my campus roommate Dahlia changing them. Content, I smiled and burrowed.

Dahlia Wright, It wasn't possible. She flew back to Africa three days after we graduated.

I shot up from the bed, Dazed. Blinking several times, I looked around and swallowed the panic climbing up my throat in the unfamiliar room. Where the hell am I?

I took several deep breaths to calm my rapid palpitating heart. I could recall everything that happened except for what led me here. Blurred images floated in my head but nothing concrete to give me clue. My legs were still covered in a white duvet when he walked in.

That is when Ole come to my life. He was wearing a blue khaki pant with a checked shirt. His beards and moustache were perfectly shaved. His hair was neatly combed with one to five strands of grey hair. He smiled coyly before pulling a seat next to my bed. I stole a glance at his electric blue eyes seconds after he cleared his throat to speak.

"Hazel Torres,"

"That's me," I whimpered.

"How did you know?" I inquired as I watched his eyes wandering in my leg area. I pulled down the duvets for him to see further, even if he had not requested. All I wanted was answers thus I chose to remain calm.

"Your resume,"

"Of course, "I snorted.

"Is your knee all right?"

"It is perfect," I snapped," I should get home now," I said trying to get off the bed but stumbled over for the pain in my kneecap area was too much for me to even move a step.

"I am sorry I hit you, it wasn't my intention,"

"Yeah, right," I snickered covering my knee with the white duvet, once again.

"Is there anyone you wish to talk to and inform them of your where about?"

"Yeah, my boyfriend Clem," I whispered getting comfortable on the white cozy pillows.

He hesitated for a while his face darkening before he stood up to get the phone I presumed.

"Thank you for helping me sir," I cajoled as he walked out of the room.

"I prefer you calling me Mr. Jackson," He arched his lips upwards before exiting the room.

I remained lying on that comfortable bed staring at the white ceiling board blankly.

"Here," He said handing me the latest Samsung phone in the market and that is none other than Samsung oxygen which was crystal clear and I could actually see my white palms.

"Use mine, I could find yours in your bag," He said and watched as I dialed the number which I had captured it in my head since I was a freshman.

"I don't have a phone, sorry for the disappointment after going through my bag," I blurted placing the phone at my ears.

"Need some privacy?" He alleged.

"You don't have to leave Mr. Jackson,"

"Right,"

He walked to the other side of the room and stood by the window. He gave me a quick smile and almost immediately, Clem picked m phone call.

"Clem honey, you can't believe this, I was almost hit by car. I do not know what happened to me today, I am never careless. You know that, don't you?" I croaked without giving him the chance to say something.

"I don't have time to explain myself, all I can say right now is that, leave my husband alone. We are a young family and my kids need a fatherly love," A lady with a high pitched voice at the end of the line exhorted.

"Bitch..." Before I could state something further, she hung up on me.

My hands suddenly felt week as the phone drop for my ears. Mr. Jackson rushed to wear I was and sat by the bed side. I opened my mouth to speak but all I could feel in my lips were tingles. Fresh tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably like water from a faulty tap. Mr. Jackson watched helplessly as his electric blue eyes started getting watery.

My brain screamed I wasted my time and that made me feel like I am being chocked.

"He cheated on me," I yelled as I threw my hands in frustration.

"Am sorry," He stuttered looking at my broken self.

The word sorry made me cry harder, my chest grew tighter as bile rose in my throat.