Chapter 149: Chapter 149

Chapter 149

~A mistress and a sex mate~

“Hello baby I am back.” Ken said to Mrs. Fanny the moment she walked through the door.

She flinched fearfully, casting a stare at Ken who was at the wine shelf. She least expected Ken’s arrival and she had lost interest phoning him either. The lonely nights had only left her at the mercy of night clubs which she frequented to wade off boredom and horny. And to a sort, having Ken back wouldn’t change who she was to him – a mistress and a sex mate. She had only realized that too late. What on earth would have inspired Ken to give condition for her to be called his legally married wife? He knew convincing her husband to sign the divorce papers would not be an easy task and he gave her such tedious condition if indeed she would become his wife. What a wicked man; she thought.

“Come over here, baby,” said Ken with wide spread arms and a face that shone with smile.

How long is this going to continue like this? He doesn’t care anymore about me. All he knows is fuck me and nothing more; she said in her head as she reluctantly came into his arms.

“Of a truth, I will be of all men most miserable if I say I didn’t miss this face,” said Ken, smoothing her thick brow and returning his arms on her waist: and from the look on your face it is obvious you didn’t miss me.” He intoned into her face, trying to initiate some smiles on her face, and lock eyes with her. But he sensed the anger building in her mind and would want to make her feel better again.

She wished she could convince him that in the actual sense she didn’t miss him and would never miss him anymore. Of a truth I am fade up with this man. At this age I shouldn’t be playing the life of a girlfriend. How on earth am I going to be with a man that puts my happiness under condition? What if my husband refuses to sign the divorce papers, I would continue to warm his bed and remain his mistress, uh; she thought.

“I missed you dear,” she muttered, forcing out a smile and shooting a cold, arrogant face at him. “How was your trip?” she asked, just for asking sake. She wished she could avoid him like plaque, and punish him until he changed the condition he gave her.

She was losing her mind already, especially after frequenting the jail to convince her husband, Mr. Fanny to sign the divorce papers and the latter had rejected it countless times even the recent one had it that Mr. Fanny flung the papers at her face and threatened to limit her visit should they be a repeat of such again. She had left embarrassed and disappointed, wondering if Mr. Fanny knew she was on a condition of not being walked down to the alter if the divorce papers were not signed.

“Are you sure you missed me, uh?” Ken mumbled, curling up around her face and about planting a kiss on her face, Blueeyes manifested from nowhere and interrupted them.

“Not yet dad,” he said with folded arms and threatening face.

Mrs. Fanny almost searched for the voice that said that until she glared on the floor to see the little boy. Stunned and dumbfounded, she had a furrowed brow while she asked, “Who the hell is this kid?” She looked disturbed, and Ken about to give her answers she interrupted and asked yet further, “How did he get in here?”

Ken said hastily at a breath, “There is no need for all of that baby. I can explain.”

Blueeyes added humorously, “Be fast about it, dad. I am all ears,” his frown continually built up as his eyes held flames.

“Heh, son you are going to accord us some respect, OK. Now move it, upstairs. Now is said,” Ken commanded.

And Blueeyes kept to his spot, arms folded, eyes shooting in fury and disgust, his lips paused to reserve his comment.

“The shitty kid is stubborn,” cursed Mrs. Fanny. Turning her face to Ken she asked, “ I ask you, Ken, who is this kid? And what is going on here?”

Ken shook his head in regret and disappointment, “OK fine Blueeyes since you have refused to accord us some respect so we can discuss as husband and wife, we will leave for you.”

Blueeyes cut in, “Husband and wife? As much as I know, dad, with her, you are still a bachelor and the only legally married woman in your life is my mom who is in New York. But you will always be who you are, and here you are with your mistress.”

Mrs. Fanny looked thunder right now. She stared at Blueeyes, her mouth gaping and wondering if there was someone somewhere making the utterance other than the little brat standing below her thighs. She shrugged and pinched herself.

“You shut the fuck up,” Ken snapped, paused, and squeezed his lips, “You are making me use words I shouldn’t be using for chrissake you are still a kid, but you behave like a grandpa.” He turned to Mrs. Fanny and held her by the arm “Let’s go baby.”

“Oh heaven knows I am not going to condole this poison,” she kept nagging as she followed Ken upstairs.

Blueeyes stood his ground, watched them leave the sitting room for him, and then he hissed, turned on the TV and started playing soccer play station.

As soon as they got upstairs and slammed the door to the room, came Mrs. Fanny’s outburst.

“Can you please explain what the hell happened downstairs? Start talking, Ken,” she barked and poked into his chest for answers not forgetting to stroke her hair impatiently.

He breathed hard shut his eyes briefly, “Calm down, Ok, I will explain,” he gestured at her to calm down as she was pummeling her fist into her palms now , and paced up and down the room.

Tension loomed on…