Chapter 23: Chapter 23

When we came climbed down, the house seemed silent except for the sound of the television that was on. I wanted to take a stroll around the house so I took an excuse and went outside. I went to the fired and inhaled the fresh afternoon scent of spring that was in full bloom. It was already evening and everywhere was cold.

I wrapped my hand around myself and walked to one of the flowers and plucked off a stem which I inhaled and smiled savoring the magnificent scent of nature.

I paid equal attention to the other flowers and approaches a familiar flower that looked different fem the rest of the shrubs. I stopped in front of it and bent to take a sniff of it. This is good for the body and the sound I revised because just inhaling the few flowers, I was already having a euphoric feeling and my heart seem to be at ease out of its own accord.

The flower had a foreign scent. What may be the name of such a flower and from which could try could they be brought it because I used to have an interest in flowers so I literally knew most of the natural flowers that were of American origin and this was definitely not one of them unless it's a hybrid.

“That is the African Charros. It's grown in South Sudan and most times Ethiopia. A friend had suggested it after checking out the garden catalog he surmised that it would do well among these beauties” he touched one of the flowers and smiled. He had a proud look of satisfaction.

I looked back from looking at him and smoothened my hand down my shawl around my neck. “You must be a flower person, huh? Or was it your wife as usual?” I said distracting. I had come out to be alone and have some can't think but here he was so that would go through the window till another time.

“You are right. I didn't use to like it at first but she made me. She was in love with the non-lining ting and was the idea behind these. So after she died I decided to maintain it in the memory of her.

He came to my side and touched the flower I was still standing in front of Charros. “You look like you like flowers yourself. I see the way you look at them in admiration whenever we enter the compound.”

“Yes, we have a mini garden at home. Mum made me always tend to them. When I was a kid, I used to rebel and trample on them” I smiled at the memory. Unused to hating the colorful innocent leaves that I felt had my mum’s attention more than anything in the world until she told us one day that it was through the flowers that she had met my Dad.

It appears they had first met in a flower shop and my Dad had come to get flowers for his girlfriend meanwhile my mum had come to ask for a job in the flower shop. She had helped him pick up a nice flower and from that day my Dad always trusted her for his flowers until five months later, he can win one day and told mum that his girlfriend cheated on him and just like that they started dating.

“So what changed?” Cameron asked. Ishtigged. “Yes, I grew up and fell in love with the daily task of watering them and taking out weeds from them”

He glimmered and took my hand and placed it in the crook of his arms and started leading me off the garden. “I have something to show you,” he said in a low baritone.

I followed calmly meaning to enjoy every part of the walk believing as the owner of the house, he knew ty best places around.

We went back the way I came to the main building and then we took another turn to what looked like the backyard. I have never thought of this place since I started coming here. We passed an artificial water fountain with a statue that had a circular rubber tube, which a fish dived up from the fountain and skipped through.

It was fascinating. It just looked like when I was a kid watching the fountain at the school pack and wondering where the water can from but never knowing the answer.

He tugged me along and continued moving deeper into the back. This house was bigger than what the front showcased.

He stopped and turned to face me and then dragged me to his chest and closed my eyes. I was abashed at his behavior “Why are you doing that? How I'm I suppose yo see whatever yo __”

“Shush, you will see” he whispered close to my ear causing hot goosebumps to raise on my body. My inquisitive self was becoming impatient I know what he wanted to show me but I held on and moved forward when he tugged me on. He guided me forward with my hand unconsciously displaying out on my side for safety.

“Keep moving. Don't worry I got you” I replaced one leg with the next for some time until he asked me to stop and removed his hand his breath fanning my cheeks from where he was standing at my back.

I slowly opened my eyes and strived to adjust my vision to what he meant to show me. I paused and looked for some time until my eyes landed on a pool-like fountain sitting there in front of me.

A vast portion of the house took up a river-like yet fountain which was milieu colored. That is it had different colors and the water was gushing from the top as if it was a real-life fountain. I see tiny creatures swimming inside and looked up at him in awe. “This is beautiful. How?” I motioned to the fountain.

He shrugged. “Anything is possible.” he crooned. I instinctively went forward an event to scoop my hand in the river. How could I not have seen this aesthetic since I started coming here? Maybe because I don't really move out of the house each time I come. I haven't even come out before if not for this ailment and my urge to feel the fresh air on me.

“This is truly beautiful,” I said more you myself bed brought out my phone, and began taking pictures. I snapped the swimming pool cum fountain and the fish inside. Are those even realm “Are the fishes real?” I asked while still taking the pictures. If any of my college colleagues sees this, they would die gushing.

“Mmmm...Nope,” I knew it. I took the last shot and came to stand by him to take another one facing the pool.

He wrapped his hand around my waist and drew me to his chest. My heartbeat thumped at his closeness. I placed back my phone inside my jean pocket am held his hand on my waist.

Someone cleared his throat behind us and we swerved around to look at the newcomer. It was Samuel with his face pinched at seeing our posture.

“Hey, how are you doing?” he said in greeting giving me a round-off perusal.

I remember now he was the one that helped carry me to the room as his Dad said. “Im fine, Sam, thanks. Also thanks for carrying me earlier. “ I mumbled and looked down not wanting to see his hurt look.

I know he really liked me but that was something I can't handle because I can't be involved with a father and son. It's not possible.

He hesitated and nodded his head twitching at the action. He looked at his father and his jaw clenched but Cameron. If he noticed, didn't show it. “I just said...let me check on you but since you are engaged, maybe later?” is he asking or saying it? I nodded hurriedly and looked away.

He was about to move off but then the honey bee swam out from wherever she had flown to before she twirled to us with her face bearing mirth. I rolled my eyes in resentment. She's so gutty coming into my man's house and acting all familiar. Just because she was whore enough to fuck him.

shameless cad.

“Hey, Val, you are awake? Oh my God, that is so cool” she flapped her faux lashes and came towards me but infringed and flattened against Cameron not wanting her skunky hands touching me.

“Im fine, Mandy, thanks” I waved her off. I saw the way she paused and the hurt that passed through her face before she managed to school her expression fast enough for anyone not to notice but I did.

“I was just concerned” she made a cat face to show emotions. I knew her well enough to know she was play-acting. She wouldn't care any less if I drowned in the Pacific. So bitch stop with all the faux acts and go fuck yourself. If the thinks she is going to make me the bad person then she had it coming.

“Aww, thanks for your care, Mandy, you are such a nice person. But as you can see, I'm perfectly fine. So now run along” I motioned to her boyfriend “That's your man over there “ I supported my act with a cruel smile. If only eyes were daggers. Then I would probably be six feet.

She gaped at me for a long time before she sighed furiously and whirled about to storm to Samuel who had been fixed watching our interlude. He didn't make any move to stop her. She walked past him her backside swaying fast as she move. I looked at Cameron but he wasn't looking at her. His attention was on something else. I followed his eyes and but didn't see anything meaning he had intentionally looked away.

Samuel gave us another damp look over before running after his whore.

I sighed and swerved around into the arms of my Cameron and twirled my hand across his face. He grazes me with his green penetrating gaze. “Babe you know that was hard,” he said almost out of breath.

I nodded“ Just to let her know she can't and won't be permitted around you anymore. By the way, she was the one playing all caring and lovely when in truth she probably wish me dead. So what is the act for?" I gestured with my hand.

“You don't know about that”

“I know her good enough. She was my friend for as long as I can remember now. So I know when she's truly caring. That was an act” “

He shrugged and held me tighter “It's just that I don't want you fighting with her. I was to blame for everything that happened and I think I want to fix that”

“I know but this one is beyond you. Yes, both of you caused this, I don't even know why I'm talking to you in the first place. Don't remind me that” I reminded him but didn't make any move to leave his arm. He smacked my butt cheek and pulled me in deeper to lay a chaste kiss on my neck. I grumbled and tilted my head to the side to allow him more space.

He moaned when my thighs rubbed against his crotch. He bit down on my neck and sucked against the area. I whimpered feeling his breath fan my side. His musky scent contributed to disorient my wild thoughts.

He pulled away and looked at me with his dark eyes as a result of lust and his breathing more volatile.

“What are you doing to me?” His voice looked husky and agonizing.