Chapter 267: Chapter 267

Chapter 267

~Ken plans to cheat on his wife~

Ken left angrily, spent the warm night at a club located down the busy streets of Bahamas. He needed to get his feelings right; a lot of things paced through his mind; things about Mrs. Fanny he was yet to understand. Suddenly he had forgotten how they met; how the chemistry between them led to marriage. Was there any part of her she was yet to understand?

Ken curled up at the edge of the bar and smoked quietly while he thought about his life and the days ahead with his wife. A few days ago he had felt reluctant to consult a doctor over her offensive avoidance of sex because of pregnancy, so he browsed about it on his device and got to know that pregnant women may avoid sex at times during their trimester but not always.

The inverse of that was his predicament; from the very first day he walked her down the aisle, he had never seen the color of her G-string let alone the taste of her vagina down there. Mrs. Fanny had not only denied him sex cookies but also subjected him to deriving satisfaction form sex toys; something he had never practiced in his entire life. He only had heard of it; and he could confess , with his experience that sex toys sucked; never to be compared with the ideal sex with a living being of opposite sex.

“A bottle of whisky for you, sir,” the bartender said to Ken, placed his order in front of him and left the lawyer to think about his miserable life.

“it can’t be karma,” said Ken within himself, as he pondered over what they did to Fanny being the repercussion he was faced with now. He shrugged and then argued it, “I forced her to divorce and they divorced properly before I married her. It can’t be karma” he whispered within himself, dimmed his eyes as he pulled smoke from his cigar before puffing a cloud of smoke and then beheld skinny, ebony tall, hour glass lady breeze into the club like a night angel that had beauty lighting up her body and courting attention as she walked past the flirtatious men that hung around.

He sat up and his groin sat up too, also his interest in that girl. With his keen stare , he monitored her as she drifted from edges to edges placed her orders , waved her hand at a few admirers, tucked away at a corner to enjoy her orders and feed her eyes with the bubbling busy night club.

Ken thought it wise to explore; not only was he lovelorn but also sex starved. He was yet to believe that he had endured one month without having sexual satisfaction from a woman he claimed to love. Within himself he agreed he was going to pull that girl to his bed tonight and nothing more. He needed to cool off ; he needed to help himself; Mrs. Fanny and her plan to keep him sex starved time on end wasn’t going to work out!

Mind made up!

Gently Ken watched as the lady cat-walked to the bartender , obviously she was about paying for her drinks. When she held out the money to pay, Ken sensed as the bartender coldly said, “Sorry ma’am, the bills have been taken care of,” the lady raised a brow, paused for what seemed to be forever and hesitated to speak further. Although she never wanted to inquire of the Mrs. Nice Guy who did it.

But when she kept at her quietness for too long, the bartender was forced to say, “The young man smiling at you did,” he gestured at Ken , who had relocated to the sitting spot of the girl, took a seat, folded his legs and smiled on.

With his face lit with contagious smile, Ken waited for the lady to return back to her spot.

“So thoughtful of you,” the lady said, shot a contagious smile at him and pushed out her hand to him for a warm shake. “The name is Joyce ,” she said more crisply and calm and then blushed greatly as she admired Ken take her full palm into his and peer his mouth to stamp a kiss.

“The name is gorgeous like its bearer. I am Mike,” he lied and shook his head to affirm even harder, “Yes Mike.”

He had only come for fun and he saw no reason to tell a girl, just a random girl he met at the club, someone he may never see again his name. It was going to be a one straw at cheating and he would be done. He heard that men who cheated were often guilty , even more guilty whenever they beheld their wives but he was not sure if that was his case ; for he would never be guilty over what he felt Mrs. Fanny should have curtailed and put to stop. He never planned to cheat on his wife even while in honeymoon.

It was absurd. Gross. Ridiculous. A honeymoon he planned to be a splendid, exquisite experience for them had turned out to be a cheating game.

“I am a business man,” he lied yet further, feeling secured as he hid his identity, “What about you, Joyce,” he demanded, holding a cool smile on his face.

The girl hesitated for one bit and said, “I am a whore and a stripper,” before smacking her lips to welcome the shock on his face.

“A stripper and a whore?” Ken asked, rolled his eyes in surprise, “So why do both? I mean of all jobs in this whole world you opted for two odd jobs while you should have become a doctor, a lawyer, or something more meaningful,” he said, pilled forward to have his first sip of the whisky he had ordered for a while now.

She grinned at the thought of what she was about saying. “When I lost my parents at the age of twelve , I needed a life support despite being catered for by my granny who survived from the little proceeds from her farm. Soon she died and I had to face the reality of life.” She paused. “Hitting the street just to survive became a passion and today this passion has stuck. I don’t think I can do any other job than being a stripper and a whore…”

That was the last statement of Joyce, Ken could remember because he had gotten so drunk that the next place he saw himself was in bed where he woke up at dawn, lying naked next to Joyce.