Chapter 137: Chapter 137

Chapter 137

~Falling for a stranger~

The last time she saw such men was in Rio Hondo, during her last vacation with her stepfather. The man standing before her, with muscular, bogus palms stretched to her didn’t look different from the heavily tatted gold-blonde hair, thick green-eyes, and brawny men of Hondo whose bodies verged into defined, well built curves often visible through clothing. She could never deny that she had wet vagina months on end thinking about such men after her vacation.

How could she still be standing with such man now, under same roof; some things are not supposed to happen.

She was either in for the better or for the worse.

“You don’t need to know me,” she replied her intruder. “By the way how dare you barge in on me?” her voice was high even more than her temper and she was just about to transfer her aggression on this fella.

“Easy, easy,” the cutie obliged, gesturing his hands at her. “It is my pleasure to meet you.” His hand was still stretched, “I am Rodriguez.” The smile on his face wasn’t from a cool headed guy.

He was everything a bad boy could live for; an avid drug lord and a punk that shouldn’t be messed around with. He had never fallen in love, neither had he seen the thighs of the women that desired him most. Whenever he turned up on the streets to be hounded by those Mexican whores, he rarely spent minutes with them, and it was by chance he had given a few blowjobs by the dark corners of the street.

“Fuck you; it is not my pleasure to meet you.” Jacy came hot at him, picked up her dress, piled into the bag, threw an arrogant stare at Rodriguez and walked away.

“Excuse me…” Rodriguez called going after her.

Jacy had lost interest in any form of conversation with him. She was out, her eyes darting and combing around for her son. She could not see him with the band of kids who were at the shore chasing after waves and building sand houses. She had instinct that Ken had gone home with Blueeyes, and nothing in the world could tell her otherwise.

“Hold on angel,” Rodriguez called as soon as he ran up to her. He wouldn’t want to hold her arm. His grandma had taught him the road to the heart of a woman was narrower than that of heaven and it demanded courtesy and patience to get therein.

“I know you are having a bad day…” he barely could finish his comments when Jacy cursed.

“Dammit, son of a gun!” Her hands trembled with more of anxiety than fear. “What is your mocker name again?” the next time you get in my space, I am going to chop off your dick for barbecue,” she threatened, tilted her neck forward to continue her search.

Rodriguez pulled a hard grin, kept to himself and lowered his gaze to her tapering waist that barely could control her firm beefy buttocks that rolled in her bikini and, I-need-it toned thighs that cut resemblance from that of a doll. He breathed uneasily, scarcely blinking his eyes and fought to avoid the haze of lust ravaging his heart. He only wanted to spend have some company with her and remind her she resembled her aunt who raised him to the man he was now.

Jacy hastened to the parking lot and could not find the Ford SUV. She combed around the premises to see if Ken had reparked his car but nothing sort of an SUV was found. Her instinct reminded her that Ken had returned home with Blueeyes; when she was worn out and fatique about searching for them, she finally tucked away under the coconut tree, placed order for a shell of sweet coconut juice which she would sip while she thought about how she would find her way home. The only dollar she had was just enough to sort out the coconut juice she ordered.

“Hmmm,” she hummed within her herself and nagged at the surprises she had been receiving from Ken all because of his intention to marry Mrs. Fanny - that California bitch ; as jacy would always call her. As she sipped the coconut juice, she wondered how the days ahead would come at her during Ken’s stay with her.

She had thought she would permanently keep Ken to her heart by having a child for him. When Blueeyes came into her life, she had ego up her guts, believing Ken was going to walk her down the aisle. But years later she was yet to even wear an engagement ring let alone a wedding ring. She snorted and snapped out of the thought; all prepared to pay her bills now, and walk out of the beach to where-Jupiter-is. She had decided to walk home. Yes she was going to do that now, and it would be the first time in her life she would walk such horrifying distance. That was the only option left.

“How much is my bill?” she asked the bald-headed, black Indian man who was the chef.

The Indian smiled gratefully and said, “You don’t have to worry. He has paid,” he pouted his lips in the direction of the brawny man standing by the corner and smiling cheek to cheek, with his hands on the waist, as though she kept him stranded, with the intention of making him see what he was missing.

Jacy turned her gaze, “You again,” she snapped, pointing at Rodriguez, being stunned by what he did.

There was something about his smile; the mystery behind his patience, the sensuality gracing his thick chest, tatted arms, and his needy looks that churned her stomach. She would have to be careful even when she suspected knowing this man could cost her all she had ever achieved , if not with any other person but with Ken.

She rolled her eyes at him, and felt like returning those eyes on him again.

Romantic days ahead…