Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Chapter 88 New York calls~

Ken drove into his compound and halted at the parking lot. Before alighting, he caught hold of Mrs. Fanny’s picture which had always been in his portable leather wallet, and put it to his chest, and stamped a classical kiss on it.

He was in New York to meet with Jacy, after getting a message from her earlier the day before. The message said; Hi Ken, it is of necessity we meet. From Jacy …

He breathed uneasily at the thought of Jacy’s troubles and impossibility; worst of it was that he didn’t tell Mrs. Fanny of his whereabouts, even if it be a lie, and he had summoned the courage to turn off his phone – he knew she would be dialing his number now. Thoughtfully, he turned on his phone and as soon as the phone came up, tons of messages from Mrs. Fanny came on his phone rapidly;

Where have you been, darling?

I am worried, ken.

What the hell is wrong that your phone is switched off-

Call me as soon as you get my message -

Did you get my message?

I am getting sick for not hearing from you.

I hope you are not in trouble.

Ken flipped through the rest of the messages and was worried that Mrs. Fanny might have gone bananas for not hearing from him and not returning home either. He was going to be careful not to jeopardize his affair with Mrs. Fanny, just because of a one night stand he had with Jacy’ he perceived Jacy was up to no good and she had trouble up her sleeves.

About dialing Mrs. Fanny Jacy appeared at the passengers’ door, smiling at him with a baby boy who looked innocent and eyes full of tears.

“Welcome Ken, darling, , I perceive you had a late flight.” She said, still at her smile and looking at her baby. “Say hello to daddy.” She aided the baby and he was able to wave at him.

Ken frowned at them and kept quiet, staring into the space and losing interest to utter a word.s

“Your son has been all tears because he missed you,” she said and dropped the boy on the ground as soon as Ken alighted from the car. “Come on go to your dad,” she said and rubbed him on the head.

Ken peered to the lad who ran to him, before questioning and flogging Jacy with his blank stares. “Come here boy.” He lifted him and said pretentiously, “I am here now. Later we will go on a shopping spree.”

The boy shook his head, sniffed and uttered, “Where have you been dad? Hope you are not going to disappear again.”

Ken stared at Jacy and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Um you know I got a lot to tell you about my whereabouts. But I want you to do something for me now.” Already Ken had caught sight of a party of turtledoves hovering and landing on the garden. “Look over there.” He pointed at the busy turtledoves. “Those are turtle doves. I want you to go after them and chase them away. If you do it successfully I owe you a nice gift. Now go boy.”

The lad shook his head and the moment he came down from his hold he ran after the turtledoves.

“You know I am not his father,” Ken said to Jacy, setting a lead walk into the sitting room.

And Jacy paced after him, “Kiss my ass Ken, I don’t need to banter words with you.”

The door slammed behind her.” Both pair had entered the sitting room.

“Didn’t you see the nose, the eyes and the head? Do I need to tell you your damn blood runs in him, eh?”

“I don’t care about the rubbish you are uttering. We are going for a DNA test,” he looked at the boy who was much busy, running after turtledoves that flew away and returned back the same way they came.

“I am ready if you are ready. I am not scared of DNA but for the mean time you should not shy away from your responsibility.”

He swirled to face her. “Why did you invite me over?”

“Oh come on do I need to tell you your son needs the presence of his father. Didn’t you get his question? He wants you around because all night he has hounded me with questions of your whereabouts. I am tired of telling lies; maybe you just have to make yourself available to save me the stress.”

Ken was infuriated now. “Are you OK?” he grinned and stroked his hair. “Is that the reason you invited me over to New York, to baby sit and answer a father to a child I know nothing of. I have made it clear that I am not his father. You know the numerous men that got you pregnant. I am not in your league..

Angry, she poked into his chest. “I have not invited you over here to bicker with you. You got me pregnant Ken. I don’t want to keep reminding you about that night, Ken. That night you shifted my womb; that night gave me the best feeling of my vagina; that night you held my shoulders and pounded into my vagina, promising to melt my snow with your barefoot. Now we have a son, the love just begun.”

“I am engaged to another woman! “Ken barked.

“And I am in love with this man! she barked back. “Before her there was Jacy. I gave you the opportunity to know what good pussy tastes like, oh yeah.”

“You know what tell me the reason you invited me because I know this is not part of it.”

“I got bills to pay; light bills, water bills, and the mortgage on this house, our son’s school fees,” she said counting on her long fingers

“Whose son?” he asked furiously, shooting a frown at her

“Blue-eyes, our son.”

“Oh is that his name, Blue-eyes. I am not his father. I don’t care if he is called Blue-eyes or Black-eyes. I can’t cater for Blue-eyes I know nothing of. Period.”

She shrugged, “Fine. I will phone my lawyer right away and file a lawsuit for breach of your paternal responsibility, may be when your so-called bitch of a lover gets to know about us, then you will know.”

“How dare you call her bitch, eh,” Ken queried, advancing to her.

“She is a bitch!” she cursed again, also advancing to Ken, her eyes filled with fury.

They stared spitefully into each other’s eyes as quietness hung over them.

“Ok,” he said and grinned, “I will write you a cheque,” Ken whispered into her face, “what else do you need? I don’t want distraction once I return to California.”

She smiled uneasily, and slid out her tongue lustfully like women of easy virtue, and fondled her hand into her jean pocket. “One more thing.”

“What could that be?” Ken asked, as anxiety hung on his face.

And she dug out a condom from her jean pocket and flashed it in Ken’s eyes. “Make me return to year 1945 in bed.” She smacked her lips lustfully.

And Ken’s mouth dropped open…