My Husband and I
Dark Romance ?
Part 2 (Episode 17)
~ Stranger’s POV ~
I’ve encountered many women throughout my time at the club. Some of them were more attractive than the woman who abandoned the dance I was enjoying with her. They had bigger asses, slimmer waists, and bigger Břě@šťs. But somehow, someway, they don’t stand out to me as much as she was. The woman whose name I know not, but wish I did. Just so I could sleep with her.
She was beautiful with skin just as dark as mine but more smooth compared to my rugged self. Her long legs shone as she danced in the tight-@zz dress that hugged her body. Sticking to her like a second skin, her Břě@šťs heaving with every exhale. She was d@mn segzy.
I wanted her but had no way of finding the woman. When she ran off with her friend, I tried to keep up. Pushing my way through the crowd, but when I made it out of the club doors, she disappeared. It was as if she was a ghost. How did they disappear so quickly without traces? She was in heels for God’s sake! And if I did, what would I say to her?
“Hey, I followed you outside to get your number?”
That’s weird. She would have me. Well, nevertheless, she didn’t tell me her name.
I didn’t tell her mine either, but that’s because I didn’t get the chance to. I planned to do so after seducing her into my bed, but unfortunately, that didn’t work out.
So, with a semi-hard d!ck, I decided to go back into the club to find someone else. Maybe that would make me forget about the runaway woman.
I thought wrong.
I found somebody to replace her, yes. But that night as I held the girl’s hips and pounded into their Çüñť, I thought of how the runaway woman felt. How small she felt in my arms and the softness of her skin as I touched her. I didn’t even Com last night because I could hardly get hard. I was thinking of the woman too much while having segz with another who I didn’t want. So I dipped and ended up coming home.
Now, here I lay in bed, the next morning staring up at my ceiling, wishing that I had gotten the woman’s number before she left. I rolled over and face-planted into the pillow, bunching it up in my hand with one woman. She’s the same as any other woman, I tried to convince myself. She has beautiful dark locs, pretty brown eyes, the scents, and now I’m hard thinking about her. I groaned into the pillow again loudly.
“What’s got you humping your sheets?” The insufferable man I call my best friend called out.
I didn’t even hear his footsteps or the creek of my door as he came into my room which could be because I stuffed my face into a pillow.
I turned my head to face him. He stood at the door with his arms crossed, wearing a smirk on his face. His eyes glinted in amusement as he looked down at me.
“I wasn’t humping anything,” I told him.
“If you say so,” he shrugged. It was then that I noticed he was dressed casually as if he was going out. His face was clean-shaven and seemed brighter. Someone was in a good mood.
“Going somewhere?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Going out with Mary,” he answered.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Ever since he’s been seeing that woman he told me about, he’s been cheery, more cheery than his usual self. It was nice to see my friend happy but he was happy with a married woman.
I didn’t understand him. Why did he keep seeing her? I guess my face must have changed because his smile slipped.
“Relax. We’re friends.”
“I see. Friends who f-__-k each other,” I told him, repositioning myself.
My dog hung from my neck as I sat up to face him, and placed my feet on the floor while I saw him come closer, his brow furrowing.
“I haven’t touched her…”
“You will,” I interrupted.
“That’s how it starts, Abbey. You become friends and then you f-__-k each other behind her husband’s back. Do you really want to tear their marriage apart? What’s even your mission in her life?”
His gaze hardened as he clenched his jaw. I love Abbey, he’s like a brother to me. We practically grew up with each other. Since we were young, he’s always been intelligent and level-headed. I was the one who got into trouble the most, not him.
So, seeing him going against his morals over someone’s wife didn’t sit right with me. No woman should have the power to control a man in such a way, and captives him. Yet here he was, being controlled by the devil.
So, being the brother that I am, I have to tell him the truth.
“You’ll f-__-k her eventually, Abbey. And when she’s done playing with you, she’ll run right back to her husband,” I paused, looking up at him as we met each other’s stare evenly.
“You light up anytime you mention her. You smile at the thought of this woman.”
“She is…,” he tried to speak, but I shook my head.
“Different. She is.” He said.
“Abbey, she’ll hurt you.” This time, I stared at him with pity. I sighed. “You’ll be a fool to fall in love with her,” I added.
He flinched and I felt terrible for hurting him. But he has to see I was trying to help him. I didn’t want Abbey to experience such kind of heartbreak. He was too nice, too kind to be wounded by someone who was never his. He might be angry with me, he’ll scream at me. I’d be dammed if he makes a mistake as big as this.
The room remained silent for a while before Abbey left the room without a word. And when I called for him, he didn’t respond, I blew out a breath.
How did he get entangled with this so-called married woman?
To be continued…
Frank The Writer