Chapter 61: Chapter 61
Allesandro
My vision was directed to the fascinating girl who was dancing a few feet away on the stage with a guy. The man was grinding his hips to her but she was too innocent to understand his lecherous tactics. My blood was burning like fire as I emptied another glass of whiskey. I want to pluck the goat's eyes out. My orbs were getting slightly droopy with the amount of alcohol I consumed but my sight will stand unwavered about anything that is relating to her.
Charles was sitting besides speaking to me about a girl who I think has something more to do in his life rather than his employee but I couldn't concentrate. Halting on his speech he was smart to decipher I wasn't listening to him and looks at the direction my eyes were stationed. "Come let's take care of the pig." He suggests and we leave our seats walking to the wolf in a walloping speed. I hold the collar of the imbecile and pummel a blow on his face. Charles thwacks him in the stomach. We take turns to hit him repeatedly until he was bleeding to a piece of flesh.
"Guys stop. What are you doing to Hanes? He is my friend." Edith counters. So the brute's has got a name...Whatever... I grind my teeth holding her upper arm and drag her out of the stage while Charles continues to beat the muck to a pulp. "There is no one yet born in this world more cretinous than you Edith. That man was taking advantage of you." I shout in her ears for her to hear me between the blaring music. "Five minutes I leave you on your own and you're inanely the best to invite a whole lot of problems."
She hisses in pain and I release her arm with a jerk noting her soreness. "You are drunk. You smell a clutter of cigarettes and alcohol." She accuses pulling her fingers to her nose with her voice low looking into my eyes. "I am sorry." I tell her and move a little away so that she doesn't smell me.
I shouldn't have gone drunk.
Allen and dad walk to me in anxious strides. "She is fine Allen, nothing to worry about." I tell her dad while opening and fisting my hand that was hurt in the exercise I executed a while ago. "You okay son?" Dad asks me in concern observing my hand. I nod to him when Allen speaks to me. "Thank you so much Sandro for taking good care of Edith. With the mishap that went six months ago I can't imagine my daughter safe in any place other than in your home." Dad pats his friend's shoulder. "Don't worry, its his duty. She is like a younger sister to him." A lump occupied my throat and I start incessantly coughing. Edith rushes to bring water coming back in seconds and meets my eyes in an expression like somebody killed her cat.
"Are you okay son?" Dad asks and I could only nod unable to still recover from the shock of the words he just spoke. But why does it pain me now when the wound gravelled in me since more than two decades? "I would have been forced to stop Edith's education or put her to private study at home if you wouldn't have agreed to help her." Allen's words bring me out of my thoughts. "That's okay" I tell him keeping a weather eye on Edith. "For a week Edith will stay with us. I miss my daughter." He tells me kissing her forehead.
"She is your daughter Allen and you have every right on her." I shrug giving him a display of staying cool but in my heart I was crumbling to pieces. Seven days without my Sweet Cakes was like someone had hanged me to the cross.
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The house felt lonely without Edith. She is the sunshine of my home. The walls around looked like they were screaming to me to get her back. I couldn't live anymore without her. I need to plot some plan to get her back and attach to me permanently. I called Allen and lied to him that her professor called and Edith was supposed to submit a project in the university before the weekend.
It is Friday and she was coming home. My excitement was inestimable. I postponed all my surgeries to Monday so that I could spend the weekend with her and scheduled the emergencies to my colleague Radolf. The cluck of the car was heard and my heart beat accelerates. I was freaking since morning. I couldn't sleep yesterday night and wanted to run to the airport to pick her up but my haughtiness and pride intervened. She should never know I am a puppy that would dance on the wave of her little finger.
The door clicked open and in she walked, with all her glory in a pair of jeans and a self designed white top. I wanted to rush and kiss her senseless. Instead I was sitting at the dining table behaving nonchalant and having bacon and eggs. "Did you have your breakfast?" I ask forking the bacon. The driver follows behind carrying her luggage to her room. "I called Regina yesterday night and she told me there was no assignment asked by my physics professor."
"May be I heard it wrong." I shrug as a matter of fact winning a glare from her. The driver took his leave closing the door behind him and I rushed to her like a hungry lion to feast on its prey. Holding her head between both my hands, I forced her to the wall. She looks at me speechless and alarmed at my sudden violent movement but I had no patience to care.
Pressing the button of the remote I locked the door so that there was nobody to disturb and my lips mashed against hers, as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth. She hungrily pushed back, her mouth open, tongue pushing past my clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of my beard scratched against her soft cheeks as she gripped my head firmly. She worked her mouth against mine in hunger and need, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other. "I missed you so much, Edith." I tell her between our kiss. "I missed you too." She rasps and reattached her lips to mine.
My leg went between her legs rubbing my knee against her core and she moans a sexy mewl. "Say you will never leave me and go." I tell her going pulsative. "I promise" she palpitates and plunges her tongue into my mouth. One of my hands hold her arms tugging them up while kissing her and fondle her waist.
"Sandro" she wails in desire and my hands gradually move upward in a sinning lust. "Leave my hands please. I want to touch you." She bites her lip to arrest a moan as I rub my knee more into her vulva. "This is the punishment you are awarded for staying away from me for so long." My fingers trail the outline of her breasts and she alights to a quivering mess.
"Then I love my punishment." She giggles and struggles more in my hold. My fingers trail upward giving a faint touch on her protruding buds. "Please touch me more Sandro." She requests and I oblige her pleads by tracing the pad of my thumb on her buds pinching and pulling them. "You are so perfect in shape and sizes." I compliment her in a throaty growl.
"Touch me more." She insists. I free her hands and start to unbutton her top while she tries to finger herself pushing her hand inside her jeans. "No Sweet cakes, that's my work to pleasure you." I remove her hand admire the perfect display of her breast covered in a white lacy bra. Leaning forward I unclip her bra with my right hand while my left strokes her right bud.
"You are a master of sex." She cries enveloped in sensuality. "That I'm" I tell her in pride and bend my head slightly to lick her breasts. My tongue strokes her buttons and she bleats. "Oh my God". Licking, sucking and nibbling each of her breasts I give them my undivided attention one after the other. "Sandro I love you so much." She confesses to me once again and the realization hit me like a fall from a mountain.
My dad's words reverberate in my head. "She is like a younger sister to him." And my hands fall down from her body like suffering an electric shock. "What happened?" She asks, getting annoyed. "This shouldn't have happened, princess. I'm sorry." I tell her unable to meet her eyes. "What do you mean?" I could hear anger and restlessness in her voice. Staying silent I button back her shirt. "Edith you and I are like two railway lines that would go together but can never become one. Our families believe we are in a brother and sister relationship and I cannot disregard our family's views. This relationship has no base and has no future." I try to explain her the things. "Sandro" She calls me in a plead which was very difficult to resist.
"Do not worry, time heals everything." I speak and wipe away her tears. "I will tell your father to find matches for you as you are now of a marriageable age. With a loving husband, kids and happy family you will forget this unsolicited relationship like a bad dream and I promise you, I will never show up in your life after you leave this house." She hugs me and whimpers to soft sobs. "Sandro please don't say this. Together we will face our families and solve this problem."
I run my hand down smoothly on her hair to calm her. "God has been kind to me. We did not get carried away with the moment and do the unforgivable. Otherwise I could have never excused myself." I kiss her hair and walk away from her without turning back.