Secret Betrayal

Episode 9

I dished and served the rice
and goat meat pepper soup at
the dinning table. He was
waiting already, absent
mindedly watching the TV.

The silence was eery and
made the room quite uneasy,
but the aroma of the meal
left some hope in the air,
makes one breathe in and
out.

We talked about Vera over the
meal. He wasn’t discreet
about what it was Vera did,
but somehow, it was a case
of misplaced identity, or split
personality. I was wondering
what Vera could have posed
to be, that she actually
wasn’t, which turned Collins
off in turn. I never got to read
their chats or pay too much
attention to their long
conversations, but whatever it
was must have emanated
from there.

But then again, why do I care?
Fifi doesn’t give a lame s–t. I
can be anything to Collins. I
mean anything. What was
Vera even thinking? Come to
think of it, I know she is a
good girl to the core but one
can never tell these days. Fifi,
that was all in the past, the
task ahead needs all the
energy to work it out, not to
dwell on the past. I thought.

Collins had moved on and so
has Vera. Here I am with the
man of my dreams. I assured
him I was going to make him
forget his past. We locked
gazes for a while as he
searched my eyes
inquisitively.

“Are you sure about this?” He
enquired, seeking
assurance. I nodded
slowly. Satisfied, a smile lined
his lips and ended in a smirk.

Whatever it was he meant by
that, I felt I was at the top of
my game.

I cleared the dishes, washed
them and retreated to my
room to clean up. I felt
rejuvenated after the cold
shower. I changed into a short
silk baby pink tiny strap night
gown that was barely long
enough to cover my thighs
and bum. A glance at the
mirror gave me comfort in
my exposed protrusion of two
pointing towers with the large
area of cleavage exposure.

Silent night, Holy night. These
words kept echoing in my
head as I stepped into the
sitting room. I went to the
kitchen and returned to the
sitting room with a tray of
oranges and a pen knife.

He was seated on the double
couch, so I joined him. He had
tuned in to one of the
romance series from an alien
channel, so I queued in and
asked questions to be
updated while I peeled the
oranges and gave him some.

He had bathed also and
changed into his pyjamas
which was a checkered
sleeveless robe with a long V-
neck that exposed his chest
area. Collins was d–n sexy. I
just wanted to kiss those soft
lips.

We kept making occasional
eye contacts while we
discussed the soap opera we
were watching together.
Something people do often
that I’m yet to understand is
how we unconsciously shifted
until we closed the gap
between us only sharing of
the oranges could explain.

When I had just one left we
argued over who would have
that one.

“I’ve only taken three now but
you’ve had almost ten, it’s
not fair” He said pitiably.

“Haba, how many oranges did
I even bring here that I’ve
taken ten?” I laughed. “You
can lie for the whole world.” I
joked.

We resorted to sharing the
orange. So I halved the
orange and gave him one
half, but he hesitated and
insisted I feed him. I smiled
and obliged. If only he knew
how excited I was to do that.
He was leaning backward
towards the arm of the chair
with his stretched legs on the
table so I had to go all the way
leaning over him to feed him
the orange. As I made the
only possible motion towards
his mouth, I could feel the
rim of my gown gaping to
reveal my dangling boobs. I
caught him stealing glances
and smiling to himself. I
suppressed the smile forcing
its way through me.

With a hungry swiftness, he
grabbed my butt0ckz and
shoved me into himself. I
found myself lying flat
against his chest and close
enough to feel his breath. He
grabbed my head and planted
a deep wet kiss on my lips,
with those lips I often dreamt
about. Collins kissed me.