Chapter 4: Ran into an Affair
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The moon was high in the deep blue vaulted sky. Alessa had just arrived at Jose’s house and was about to ring the doorbell when she saw that it was already unlocked.
She carefully walked into the hallway and paused. Upstairs, she heard a man and girl’s intimate breathing.
Alessa’s heart missed a beat. Then, carefully, she crept up the stairs toward the bedroom… and froze.
"Babe, I am pleased to see you.” Alessa heard Jose say. “It’s been a f*****g awful day.”
She heard the girl coo and comfort him.
“My fiancee, she left me... She left me, babe. Fuck.” He sighed. “And then – ha! - my uncle decided not to invest in my company. I feel like an idiot.”
"Baby, I am always here." Mandy's coquettish voice sounded.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, babe. I really need you right now.”
Then there was the kissing sound. Alessa eyed through a c***k in the door.
“Why did Alessa leave you? She’s such a nice girl…” She eyed him. “Always the obedient one and she was terrified of crossing you,” She asked half-jokingly. “What did you do?”
He grunted. “Nothing. The girl's an i***t. Too dumb to figure out how the world works and it drives me crazy, like, how?” He huffed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
"I’m sorry." She soothed, throwing her arms around his neck.
“You’re so sweet; the gentlest, most thoughtful, and considerate… I love you.”
“What about –“
“Alessa?” He growled. “I hate her.” He spat.
His voice was cold and malicious and stung, deep in Alessa’s chest.
“She walks around like she’s a princess, like she’s so god damned special. What has she done, eh?”
The girl held him closer and whispered into his ear. “And what about me?” She then took off the last piece of her clothes, exposing the curvy of her body, and climbed onto him.
He groaned.
“If I let you have me now – do whatever you wanted - would that cheer you up?”
“It would,” he nodded, gazing at her pearly white breasts.
“Then why don’t you marry me?” She asked, propping herself up with her hands on his chest. She was working hard on him now, Alessa saw.
Alessa's eyes fixed on her so-called fiance.
How dumb is she? She was just thinking about getting back to this jerk?
The girl was riding his c**k wildly. Their groans were disgusting.
After a while, Jose fell back and let out a sigh. They lay motionless for a moment before Jose spoke up again. “I didn’t have a choice in marrying her. It was my grandfather’s idea, years ago, to bind our families. And if I go against him, I lose everything. And I can’t lose you, Mandy.” He lifted her to his lips.
Alessa bit off a gasp and covered her mouth.
It was her cousin, Mandy. She was having an affair with her fiancé.
The fact seemed ridiculous but now Alessa could see her face clearly as the girl tilted her head through the gap and it was Mandy. Her long blond hair dapped down her shoulder and she was in his arms.
Mandy had come here to "comfort" him, Alessa realized. She wondered for how long she’d been "comforting" him in such a way.
Again, she wanted to vomit. The familiar anger rose in her throat. She wanted to tear herself away but she was stunned into stone. Then, suddenly, Jose was on top of and thrust inside of Mandy. A hand clamped around her throat as he pumped himself hard inside of her. Mandy moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders.
That was enough. Alessa couldn't take it anymore.
She needed to get away from this place so she ran down the stairs, out of the house, and into the pouring rain. She kept running in the street desperately.
She wasn’t sure if she was tired or having a panic attack. She then fell into a puddle, gasping for breath.
Alessa was soaked to the bone and her hair hung like seaweed, dark and tangled, her eyes red and bloodshot. A jagged smile spread across her lips. What an i***t, she thought, kicking off her shoes. What a stupid, stupid girl you are. How could you even consider giving him another chance?
She’d been prepared to forgive him for the night previous, for her uncle and family, but now? No way. She shook her head, Of all the girls, she thought, it had to be her cousin, Mandy. She laughed into the air and then tears swell out of her eyes.
Her mind raced. Everything was starting to make sense. That’s why Jose sent her to another man. He wanted her gone! He’d been seeing Mandy for, how long now? She couldn’t place her finger on when they’d become cold to each other, but it must have been a while ago. It didn’t matter. He hated her, that much was clear.
She got herself up, looked around, and walked home.
At the same time, across the street.
The black Lamborghini quietly stopped in the darkness.
In the driver seat, Garwood said: “Ms. Schultz seems to have come from Mr. Yontz’s house.”
Brian’s eyes gleamed, gazing at Alessa's receding figure.
“Follow her.” He ordered.
The rain kept falling.
Alessa didn’t notice the sleek black car shadowing her, its headlights dimmed and engine running quiet under the thunder of rain.
And then, somehow, the rain fell even harder. It felt like the ocean itself was being dropped on top of her, a great waterfall crushing her with its immense weight. She wasn’t sure if she should keep walking or start swimming. By now, the cold had crept up her fingers, along her arms and legs, and into her chest. As she passed another junction down another quiet street she felt her head spin. She steadied herself against a tree for a moment but, quickly, everything turned to black.
She fell into Brian’s arms. Garwood shielded them with a large umbrella as she was put in the back of the Lamborghini.
“Hospital?” asked Garwood, “She has a fever.”
“Beverly Hills.” Brian’s voice was low and deep.
The car pulled out and sped away into the night.
***
Early in the morning, in the bedroom.
Alessa stretched out on the soft bedsheets. Bird's singing gently floated into her ears.
“Hmm…”
Alessa moaned, opening her eyes. The room was large and furnished in the color of black and grey.
Where am I?
She thought, stretching her arms out.
She sat up and looked around.
She suddenly remembered some fragments, Jose and Mandy, and collapsing in the rain. This wasn’t any kind of hospital that she recognized. It’s too quiet, she thought. And I’ve never seen a hospital that looked like a villa.
Looking down, she saw her long naked legs in bedsheets. She jumped up, out of bed.
And am I wearing… a men’s shirt? What the hell?
Her head started spinning again. She reached out for the bedside cabinet and steadied herself before knocking off a vase.
It smashed onto the tiled floor, shards of glass everywhere.
The door opened.
A middle-aged woman with tied-back hair leaned at the door. Alessa could see her politely gazing at her half-naked body for a moment before looking at the glass everywhere. “You’re awake!” She beamed. “You’re already looking much, much better than when you came in last night. I told them. I said ‘It’s just a slight fever. Give her some time in bed and she’ll be fine.’ I told them and you are. Heavens, you look well.”
The woman wore a pretty floral dress that swung bout her heels. She was not young, Alessa could tell, but she had aged gracefully. Her face radiated warmth.
“Who are you?” Asked Alessa, suddenly remembering to cover herself, dragging the bedsheets around her waist. “And how did I get here?”
“You’re safe, that’s what matters, dear.” She got a dustpan and brush to clean the glass on the floor. “You should get back into bed, you’re still not well enough to be walking around. Especially with all this glass!” She joked, getting to her knees to sweep it up.
“Where am I?” She asked again. “I would really like to know.”
“Like I said –"
This was her moment. The woman let out a gasp as Alessa vaulted over her. Then, a stab of pain in her foot as Alessa landed. f**k! She forgot about the glass. Or didn’t really consider it a problem in the scheme of things. She hesitated for an instant and turned to see if the woman was following her.
Thank goodness, she wasn't.
But then Alessa ran into something hard. She recoiled several steps and looked up at a gloomy face.
- Writer
