Chapter 151: Chapter 151
Chapter 151
~Every man is a worse bitch~
Mrs. Fanny felt numb and betrayed, and spending her night at the edge of a night club was one way she had gotten over heartbreaks in the past. Only on such days could she be called alcoholic. As she glared at the bottles of beer and rum on her table she caught hold on a cigar on her table and lit, before she had her first draw of smoke and started pondering over Ken; yes she had played the folly and it was time to draw the curtains against Ken and move on with her life. She wouldn’t want to run to Fanny, even though she knew that Fanny still felt a thing for her and would give her opened arms should she dare to return to him. To her there was no difference between fanny and Ken now, and she had put them in the same box. Cheats. liars. Betrayals. Fools. She would have to search for more words to describe the worst of men she had regretted knowing.
“The night was damn lonely despite the sonorous music and rowdiness of the night club.
She was interrupted by a groaning voice that came at a breath. Although she threw caution to the wind when she stole a glance at the bearer of the voice, she zeroed her mind on any form of familiarity. Only just that she wished she could resume her thought but she just realized she had lost it to this mysterious brawny man that appeared at her side, and smiled like a mad man that newly learnt the art of smiling.
“The night hasn’t been fair to me, and I know it hasn’t been to you either,” the brawny man groaned again to Mrs. Fanny who frowned at her and took the seat beside her, and then molded a more huge frown that made her believe the initial smile must have come from a forced conscience that informed her he must have been forcing himself to be cheerful all along and that something drastic had happened to him.
“What is it, man?” she asked and poured for herself a fresh beer into a mug before smacking her mouth to drink. With her hands gesturing at him to leave her presence, she warned, “I don’t need distractions,” she warned, after gulping her beer and bent the bottle to pour yet another one.
“We all have enough distractions. You have enough distraction and that is why you have your mouth next to bottles of beer ever since you got here.” The brawny man winked and rolled his eyes as one in heavy slumber.
And once Mrs. Fanny noticed it, she thought the man was an alcoholic and was displaying one not until he said next;
“It is not everyone that comes clubbing is full of merriment. Some wants to unwind while some wants to be consoled.”
Once Mrs. Fanny heard that, her heart flashed back upon what Ken just did to her and it being her reason for coming to the club; actually clubbing wasn’t her thing neither drinking but she expected to get tipsy tonight so as to forget about Ken and forge on with her purposeful life. When she glared at the man, she wanted to ask what the problem was but she decided to reserve her comment and wait patiently, knowing that with time, he would vent his pain.
“Do we need more drink?” the strange man asked her , noticing the five bottles of beer on her table were already empty, and the one in her hand was half way gone.
Mrs. Fanny rolled her eyes and shut it briefly. She hadn’t been tipsy in her declining age as a mother but she was aware of her light brain and her inability to keep her mouth to bottles of beer without misbehaving and faulting like a kid.
“So why are you here? If you are here for the latter you need more beer to console your loss,” she said, belched and brought her hand to her mouth, as the belched repeatedly.
He waved at the bartender and a tray of five more bottles of beer were supplied to the table at once.
“Thank you, bar,” the strange man complimented and tilted his face to Mrs. Fanny whose face was masked by a haze of darkness as a result of the corner in which she sat. He gulped the beer in his hand and belched, “Give wine to the heavy hearted and he will forget his sorrow. I am a man with heavy countenance,” he said and a flash of light came upon his face the moment he lit the butt of the cigar between his lips and Mrs. Fanny stole a glance at his oval face with arrogant wide nose and cute eyes that pressed out fiercely.
He was just there in looks; a bit far from handsome but charming with those eyes and nose that fit in; Mrs. Fanny rubbed her eyes, thinking they were deceiving her since she was drunk, even when it wasn’t obvious she was.
“What has your heavy countenance got to do with me?” she asked, and snorted uneasily after belching and leaning forward to a bottle of chilled beer.
The strange man chuckled uneasily and quietened. “It is women like you that cheat on their husbands like that bitch I call a wife,”
Mrs. Fanny held back. Ordinarily she could have flared up and cursed the man but she was calm and peaceful as light tonight; what being tipsy could do to her.
“Yes of course,” the stranger continue and paused to puff a smoke before he picked on the discussion, “Some minutes ago I barged in on my wife moaning under an asshole that was fucking the cunt out of her pussy. I looked closely and it was the man she claimed to be her cousin. She had been telling lies all along and fucking the asshole under my nose.” He paused and sniffed.
And Mrs. Fanny thought he was already all tears not until he let a muffled laugh like one listening to a comedy show.
“Every woman is a smelling bitch. I would have murdered them and reported my miserable self to the cops, but you know what? Drinking saved me and brought me down to this spot.” A cloud of smoke came from his nostril and mouth and he fell back in the sofa to listen to what Mrs. Fanny had to tell him.
Mrs. Fanny jerked her head and wished a dose of that could happen to Ken.
“Do you have extra cigar?” she asked politely and at once he stretched his hand to give her a pack and a lighter.
The strange man wondered briefly if the cigar was more important to her than his predicament. Carefully he leaned back and watched as he lit the cigar as a pro.
“So why are you wailing?” she said , “Every man is a worst bitch and if I have my way, I will fuck all the men in this world just to get back at my man because he doesn’t deserve to fall in love.”
And the man gaped at her and noticed she was sitting carelessly; legs wide open to reveal her vagina lips that pressed onto her black leggings.
Lust called on…