Chapter 279: Chapter 279
Chapter 279
~Honeymoon and cheats~
Ken was back to the hotel, seeing some movie and sipping his wine when she got in. Although she shocked at the sight of Ken who was smiling at the movie, she felt disturbed for returning at late hour for the third time in their honey moon.
“Oh darling you are back ,” Ken dropped his wine , hastened to her , held her face and stamped a kiss on her thick lips. “So how was your strolling?” he asked still shooting his smile at her and noticed the surprise on her face.
She hesitated. She was surprised at Ken’s excitement recently, “I …I …um,” she stuttered, “It was cool. Yeah.” she shook her head. She scowled her face and argued within herself if Ken was aware she was seeing another man and pretended to play nice or he was just letting go.
She had told him she would be strolling all night just to have a feel of night life in Bahamas. And he told her he would be seeing movies at the cinema. She told him lies so she could meet with Teddy and he did same so he could meet a whore. They were playing and cheating on each other yet they didn’t know
“How was the movie at the cinema? She asked and felt initiated by his smile. She let a chuckle when he replied.
“Interesting like the pussy of a virgin. I had nice time seeing all the movies that rocked my childhood, especially the apocalyptic movies.”
“Oh wow!” she exclaimed, and smoothed his face, “I just wish I could join you before we depart for California, you know.” She winked and smacked her lips to fight back the itches down her vagina. Indeed she burned with satisfaction form Teddy’s penis, and wouldn’t want to be disturbed by Ken.
“Hell no, keep enjoying your night walk while I enjoy seeing movies at the cinema.” He squeezed her buttocks and spanked it. “Good night!” he bade her and returned to his wine and movies.
As she made upstairs she was pondering over his sudden change of character; Ken that used to hound her about with his annoying demand for sex was no longer at it anymore; he never nagged about being sex starved. Suddenly he was self sufficient and free. What could be happening ?
Who could be keeping him busy?
Who could be in charge of his heart now?
It couldn’t be Jacy because she was in far away New York and they were yet to sort out their differences.
Once she got into their main suite in the hotel room, she saw his jeans and T-shirt littered in the bed. His sneakers lying careless on the floor. And she picked up the sneakers and kept in the wardrobe, about lifting his jeans up the pink G-string fell off from his jeans pocket and she flinched , looked puzzled for one bit, sighed , picked up the pink G-string , squeezed her lips at it and brought it irritatingly close to her face to have a smell at distance ,; she raised a brow at its odor ; it smelled like staled fried egg. That was not how she smelled down there. She smelled of bur berry and obviously it wouldn’t be hers because she was not a lover of pink G-string.
Ken was seeing another woman!
The words banged her heart severally and she swallowed hard to realize that only a woman cold keep him high and excited. She went crimson, scowled her face hugely and dimmed her eyes in fury. What nonsense. Why would he cheat on me?
About stamping out to him downstairs, she paused at the door, the moment thought of doing worse with Teddy hit her in the head and she let the G-string fall off her grip. She fell to the floor curled up her legs , rubbed her baby bump and wept bitterly like a kid.
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Brian was searching for some of his dirty cloths to dump in the washing machine. And when he was done, on his way at the corridor, his father came in his way. He stroked his hair and winked at him.
“I thought you could pick up some of mine too and take to the laundry,” said Coleman , stretching the edges of his sleeves shirt. That was when Brian recalled that it was exactly two weeks he found the mysterious written note in the jeans pocket of his father. Although he wanted to discuss it with him, yet he wouldn’t want to sound toxic and insulting by asking his father what such sexual written note was doing in his pocket, he knew certainly that his father was sleeping with Ella.
“So dad, where are you off to now?” Brian asked him, even when he could guess his destinations these days.
“Ok son I would be visiting Ella to know if she had heard from her missing husband. You know,” he explained further, “I have been teaming up with the police to intensify searching for him, since me instinct tells me he is still alive.”
Brian shrugged, “What if he is dead, I know the police found one of his sneakers but then that doesn’t mean he is alive.” He hoped he didn’t sound optimistic and suspicious because the Fred whose head he clubbered with the rugby bat, breathed his last on the floor before he wrapped him in the false bag and discarded into the lake. He believed he was dead and dead for good. He wouldn’t want to set his eyes on him anymore. He knew his entire world would crash like an overblown balloon if Ella’s husband should appear from the blues.
“Do you want him dead?” Coleman asked, a bit skeptical and casting a glance at his watch, to convey to Brian he was running late .
Brian shrugged, “I am just stating the obvious. I wouldn’t want him dead but for such a missing man to be away for too long, informs us we may be flogging a dead horse.” He saw the impatience that enveloped his father; who was advancing to the door already .
“Ok, son, we will elaborate on that when I am back but right now I got to visit Ella.” He gave Brian a wink and walked through the door. Fulfilling everybody