Chapter 133: Chapter 133

Chapter 133

~I don’t give a damn about you anymore~

Once Ken alighted from his car, he had a flower in his hand which he hid at the back, not wanting his mistress Jacy or his son Blueeyes to see it.

The bell went and Jacy paused to perceive if it was coming from their door. And when it sounded again, she had no option than to command Blueeyes to go upstairs but Blueeyes was heady.

“Come on darling go upstairs. I think we have a visitor,” she pled, stroking his dark soft curly hair to make him do her bidding.

“I don’t think it is a visitor,” Blueeyes said calmly. Without anything much to say again he curled back in the sofa and continued playing with his dolls.

The door bell called on again and Jacy made to the door giving up on convincing her son. Soon she was staring at the smiling face of Ken, and his kiss-it lips that etched backward to reveal his nice neatly arranged dentition.

“How are you, baby?” he asked as he saw his son, hasting behind her.

“I am fine,” she answered, thinking he was referring to her not knowing he was referring to Blueyes. “What a surprise! You came when I least expected. I thought you were going to come last week,” she said noticing Blueyeyes was at her side now and his doll handy.

Ken ignored Jacy as his attention was on Blueyeyes, who held out his doll to him, without a smile on his face.

“I will give you my doll if you bring out your hands from your back and show me what you have,” the kid suggested.

Jacy had a huge smile, as she contemplated upon her son, peering down to him.

And what makes you feel I have something at my back?” Ken asked casting a reflective gaze upon him.

“There is no way you would come around without getting something for me, even if you don’t get for mom,” he shook his head mischievously.

“If only you can guess what I have got, I would grant you anything you wish,” Ken declared, gaping at him as he shook his head thoughtfully, putting his finger in his mouth.

“You got a flower and it is for mom,” he answered desirably and opened his palms, “Hand it over to me right now. You got a flower.”

Ken snorted, “You are just smart to be a kid. You got it.” he said and brought out his hand to hand him the flower. But you know what,” Ken muttered and squatted to him, “I didn’t get it for your mother. It is for you. You are worth more than anybody to me right now.”

With the corner of his eyes, he could perceive Jacy’s face squeezing like a nylon bag that was close to fire. He could feel the anger building in her heart and she shuffled away and took a seat at the dining, casting her gaze on the wall, away from father and son. She was hurt; something heartbreaking than jealousy.

“Now Blueeyes, take the flower and add it to your collections,” commanded Ken.

“Ok dad,” replied Blueeyes, winking nervously and having a question on his mind for his father. “This is mine. Where is mom’s? he asked spiritedly.

“I got nothing for your mom, OK. You matter most to me,” he conveyed to him.

He shook his head in disapproval, then I will be forced to give her this because women come first. Do I need to teach you that?” he asked. “It is obviously gross dad, we, W-E,” he spelt, “should matter most to you, OK.”

“OK son why don’t you go upstairs and keep your flower.”

Blueeyes pranced to Jacy, handed her the flower and hurried up the staircase.

Noticing Blueeyes was out of sight he grunted, “You know if not for my son I wouldn’t be frequenting New York.” He shot a dark stare at Jacy and poured himself a hot coffee, before walking to the fire place.

“And I don’t care if you quit this minute. Blueeyes matters to you because I made it so. You never showed him love not until recently.”

“Keep shut, biddy. You sound like a broken record,” Ken yelled at her. “What do you mean?”

“While you were away, running from your shadow I catered and taught our son true love and respect. I fed him with good news about you, even when you didn’t deserve it. If I had wanted him to be the beast you wanted him to be you wouldn’t be here buying him cheap smelling flower.”

“What is your problem, woman? Why are you so pained that I didn’t come for you. Listen to me,” he walked to her and as he did, his oxford knocked on the floor until he stopped at a spot where she could see the sadness on his face. “You can go around and fuck all the men in New York. I don’t give a damn about you anymore.”

“Oh really is that how you want it now?” she asked, standing to her feet and swallowing a dry lump.

“You biddy, what matters to me is making enough money to give Blueeyes a life trust. I know you can always sort yourself out. Your pussy will pay the bills.”

She ogled at him, having the urge to spit into his face and support it with a slap or a curse.”

“I know you want to flush me out of your life before spending the rest of your miserable life in the arms of that bitch in California,” she walked to him, I know you want to initiate a war and total separation because I am not your legally married wife. I am sorry to disappoint you. I have come to stay. What you want you won’t get it. Goodbye, Mr. Lawyer.”

She walked out on him and ran upstairs in fallen countenance.

Ken gulped his coffee at once and stared into the fire place thoughtfully. “Shit!” he beamed.

Jacy was in her room, her face between her knees, sobbing and wailing like a child. She could hear her door creak and when she raised her head, she was staring in to the serious face of her son, Blueeyes.

“What rattled your cage, mom?” the kid questioned her and slid out his handkerchief to wipe the tears trickling down her red cheeks. “If what dad has come to do is to make you cry he should rather go and let us enjoy the happiness that has been hanging in our hearts,” he said finally and pinned his head to hers…