Frank ran out of the hotel like a madman being chased. He couldn't breathe; he felt like suffocating on his own guilt. He was not supposed to enjoy the sex, not when he just screwed a woman without her consent.He felt a huge sink in his stomach as he stopped, and all the vodka that he had tried to hide under came bursting out of his mouth like a tsunami.He kept puking all the contents until there was nothing but the acid in his tummy.He stayed in the tilting position, staring at his own vomit. Flashes of the tense sexual encounter he was from having began flashing in his head. Her smooth skin, her hourglass shape with perfect slender curves, her scent, her warm tight flesh, and most importantly, her little mouth that made an effort to fit around his massive cock.He quickly smacked his head, snapping himself out of his dirty thoughts. He had no idea how she looked, what color her hair was, or what color her eyes were, but his hands had exploded enough for him to have an idea, which
Nera waited outside the bathroom door, wondering what was going on. "Honey, are you okay?""Just a minute," Marcus replied as he stared at the broken glass around him. His plan was not going as smoothly as he had planned.He thought he was going to be okay with another man sleeping with his wife, but he was wrong. The process was going to be rough, and stopping was not an option.Nera hit on the door, asking him to open the door.Marcus washed his face and opened the door."Are you okay?" "Yes, I am okay," he replied.Nera looked around at the broken glass."What happened?""It was an accident," Marcus replied and asked her to step out before she stepped on any pieces.He called room service and asked them to come and clean up.Nera walked to him and grabbed him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist."Are we going out or staying inside?" She asked."Out, I would love to see those places you saw yesterday," he replied. Staying in the room and bed where another man fucked h
Marcus was left holding the door in shock; he could not believe the audacity. He was tempted to yell but quickly restrained himself. "Are you honestly going to stand there with the door open?" Frank asked."Did I call you?" Marcus whispered in an angry tone."I have a shift tonight, so I want this done away," Frank replied.Irritated, Marcus grabbed him by the collar and said, "What if my wife was in the right state of mind?" He yelled.Frank looked over at the bed, even though he could not see the woman's face. He could see her fingering herself, unconcerned with the two men arguing in the room."She looks drugged up to me," he replied without care.Marcus held on to his neck tighter."You are enjoying this, ain't you?" He pulled on his collar. "You are enjoying fucking my wife!"Frank glared at the man, pissed"You mean fucking my aunt, point of correction," he replied, pushing the man off of him. "You are wasting both of our time, or are you saying the deal has been canceled?" He
Realizing she was all alone in the room, Nera decided to rest for a few hours before getting up. She could not believe Marcus left without telling her where he was going. She rolled on her back, exhausted, as she grabbed her phone to check what time it was. Seeing that she still had some hours, she decided to go back to sleep. After some hours, she got up but still found herself alone in the room.She dialed his line but could hear his phone coming from the bathroom. She got up and tiptoed to the bathroom to find his phone and laptop in the bathtub. She stared at the two items, confused, and wondered how they got in the bathroom. She grabbed them and placed them on the table.She was now worried, so she decided to call the driver, who confirmed Marcus was with him even when he was not."Can I talk to him?" She requested."No, no, he is in a meeting; it is urgent!" The driver lied.Nera cut the call, wondering what type of meetings were so urgent that he would leave his phone and la
Marcus could only stand at the door, trying so hard not to lose it and wake his wife. She looked beautiful and peaceful in another man's arms. She had her head on his chest while he wrapped his hands all over her like lovers who had just finished a marathon of sex and were waiting for a sunset.He could not believe his eyes. The boy had breached the contract; he was not allowed to sleep in the room, nor was he allowed to offer comfort. It was clearly morning, which meant the drugs were out of his wife's system, and if she opened her eyes, she was going to find the horror she lived in without her consent.He quickly tiptoed to the bed, panicking and trying so hard not to let any jealousy consume him. But the chemistry with which his wife's body lay against the boy was just too difficult to ignore. He went straight for the boy's neck as he tried to get his wife off of him.Frank opened his eyes as if possessed, the beautiful dream he was enjoying after days of failing to sleep and bei
"You can't do that sir, the deal was to…" Frank tried to explain but Marcus interrupted him."Read the contract, it says for up to a week which I remember you complaining about and I reduced it to five days," Marcus made mention.Frank could only bow his head low, the old man was right. The contract did not hold for seven days. Marcus chuckled, "I thought you were supposed to be celebrating?" He asked. "I mean you will no longer be fucking your aunt," he spat out.Frank's jaw tensed up, as he raised his eyes to meet the stupid man's face."You were enjoying fucking her? Weren't you?" Marcus yelled."No!""Do not worry, I will not blame you, the first time I laid my eyes on my wife I wanted to fuck her and I fucked her," Marcus snared."With due respect, my worry here is my brother and the idea of me fucking my aunt for nothing," Frank yelled at him. "You think I could live with myself if she is not pregnant and my brother dies!" "Calm down, you are yelling and attracting unnecessary
The morning came with Frank still in bed, wallowing in self-pity. He did not feel like getting out of bed. The alcohol he had taken the previous day had only provided him with brief amnesia and a throbbing headache.The sun had brought back the reality that he had tried to escape from, and it reminded him that the horror was far from over. He turned on the bed trying to get into a comfortable position, but all he ended up with was a sole backHe could only assume the old man and his wife were out of the state, and now he had the job of praying that she was pregnant. He was never a prayer person; he stopped years ago and left such to his mother because he lost faith and believed life wasn't fair, especially if one was poor.The irony was that he was supposed to pray for his aunt to be pregnant. Something that was a taboo, and he couldn't think of how to start such a prayer. Maybe his mother would know how to start such a prayer. And talking about his mother, he remembered how he screa
Frank felt like the whole world was collapsing on him. The seat he was sitting on felt hot as he tried to adjust it but it only became more unbearable forcing him to get up."What exactly are you saying?" He asked."My son can't donate anything; the cancer is all over his body," the old man explained. "It has spread everywhere.Ireen dropped to her knees, trying to understand what wrong she or her son had done. It was unfair to her and her children. She never wronged anyone, but yet their lives were full of misery."I am so sorry, Ireen," the old man added.Frank paced the room as he tried to control his emotions, urging his mother to get up too; they needed to find other solutions. Crying was not going to solve anything.They thanked the old man, who wished them good luck.Outside, Frank held his mother's hand. "Do not worry; I will find a way," he assured her."What other way is there? Do you mean finding another rich woman and exposing yourself to more diseases?" She asked."Mom, I