Chapter Four: The Stranger II

Like two teenage kids newly in love Evans pulled my hands out of the club to the parking lot where we got glued lips, kissing by the side of my car. “Someone might see us.” I gasped, pulling away from his lips. I opened the back door of the car and got in, giving Evans a slutty look. “You coming?” “Hell yes!” He bit his lips, his eyes raving with a blazing fire of lust and desire. The longing to feel his warmth and wetness overwhelmed me. He got into the car, shutting the door behind him. He pulled my dress above my waist. Taking my panties down, as I sat across him. We both let out a moan when I finally rested on his hardness. My peeking breast bounced on his face to the rhythm as I rode him. I loved his lips on the cleavage of my breast, it felt warm as his breath from his gasps when he muffled his moans touched them. He grabbed my ass squeezing them from the dress and buried his head on my chest. I rode faster, he squeezed my thighs, and my hands clutched to the upholstery of the car seat. Just then, I was like a teenager again. I craved the feeling of being touched as a woman. Something Thomas had denied me as he felt I was too old. But here this stranger was worshiping my body as he made me his Egyptian goddess. ••• “Hey, girl.” “Angela,” I turned as Angela walked in. “Wow, this place looks good, everything smells new here.” "Yeah, I got my PA to do new furniture for my new office and she really did a good job.” “How does working again feel?” "So good, I still can't believe I let Thomas talk me out of working. He made me feel we had so much that I never had to work again. I guess sometimes it's not all about the money.” “Yeah, everyday activities can be therapeutic.” “Yes, darling, so how was your trip?” "It was fantastic, Trips to Paris are always fantastic.” “I’d be going with you on your next trip to Paris.” “With all the money you and Thomas have you should have gone around the world by now.” "Thomas never let me go anywhere. But I’m not taking shit from him anymore.” “Yes girl, that's the spirit. I got your text the other night. How have you been?” "Surprisingly, I’m doing great.” “Did he finally sign the papers?” “Nope, I think it's high time I involved other people.” “Yes.” Angela gave me a weird stare. “Why that look?” "You look somewhat different today. I could have said it's because you are back to work but I’ve seen you work for years but never seen this kind of glow on you before.” “Glow?” I asked. “Yeah, from what you told me. Thomas was with that bitch in your matrimonial bed you should be suffering. But somewhat you are even better than how you were when you first met Thomas.” "Oh please, don't act like you can read me like a book.” I blushed. “I think someone is seeing someone else.” “No, it's not that serious.” "So there is someone else?” "Kind of.” "This is the best news. Tell me, how did you guys meet?” "At a bar in a club. He is hot and sexy. And we had sex in the back of my car.” “In the back of the car? Girl that's a teenage romance shit! wow! I would kill for that now. Girl I envy you, you finally got laid by a hot dude.” “I felt so alive and he kept going on and on. I could never get enough.” “My baby girl is in love!” "Who is talking about love? Sex was what it was and what will ever be to it. “Did you even get his name?” "Yeah, Evans and that was all I cared to know.” "Did you at least get a contact you can call?” "Oops! Well, at least I got to enjoy the moment.” "Don't you think you should take up something with him?” “You mean like a relationship?” She nodded in affirmation. “You can't be serious right now.” “Why not? According to you, he is a fine man and good at sex too. What else do you need?” "Last I checked, I'm still a married woman with a son and besides, he is a bit younger than I am.” “The younger the better.” Angela winked. “You are crazy,” I said and we both laughed. “What can I offer you?” "I have been here for more than twenty minutes and you just had to remember that now.” “Well, you got me talking about this strange guy on and on.” “Whatever he did to you, I think he should keep doing it because this glow you have here, is priceless.” “I really don't know about that. I don't think I’d see him again. Anyway it's cool. I don't regret my actions." “If you want to find him you will.” “What if he doesn't want anything as well?” “Yeah, that could be true. But you will never know until you try.” ••• It's been three days since I left home that night. I returned to meet the loneliness of the house and for some reason, Thomas was home alone. “After three days she returns home.” His voice echoed. “Hey Thomas,” I walked past him. “What is this I hear about you going back to work in the company?” “What company?” “The real estate company.” "Oh yeah, I resumed work today.” “And you didn’t think it wise that you should tell me about it?” "Tell you about it? And why in heaven's name would I tell you about it?” "I am your husband.” “You lost that when you defiled our bed with your whore!” I barked watching his eyes broaden in surprise. “What are you talking about?” "I saw you, Thomas, with that lady in our bed three days ago. Wait, are you surprised?” I watched him look, “What were you even thinking? That I would not come home that night or I would not want to get into our bedroom. You are so unbelievable.” "You dare not speak to me in that way. You have no right to justify my actions.” “You are unspeakable Thomas. And you disgust me. I will be sleeping in the other room, not like you care anyway.” “You need to stop working.” “All my life I have always listened to you. I have always done everything that you have asked of me just because I wanted to see you happy but right now, I don't give a fuck of what you want or ask of me. I'm not going to stop working and soon, I’m going to take what is mine.” “What do you mean by that?!” "I guess you know the answer to that already.” “Shit!” He crashed onto the couch as I walked in. I leaned to the door, closing my eyes as I shut the door behind me exhaling deeply. Just then it felt amusing as I began to laugh, and for once, I was brave. As I celebrated in quiet dance steps, the purse in my grip vibrated and I retrieved my phone. It was a text. “Meet me at our favorite spot.” It read.