It's been two months since Colonel Frederick Smyth was laid to rest. For Samara, coming to her hometown to heal, was a very good decision. She felt light and better, and the most interesting part was her reconnection with Damien. It felt different this time. Maybe because there was no more Frederick in the picture.She shouldn't be thinking like this, but maybe the universe saw how difficult it was for her to make a choice. She loved Frederick, but still harboured strong feelings for Damien. She couldn't deny she still had those feelings for him. And she was keen to know where the feelings they had for each other will lead them to.“I will be returning to the city this weekend?" Samara announced to her family one evening during dinner.“Really? So soon?" Her Mother asked.“What are you going to do there all by yourself?" Her Father added.“Philandering with her lover". Debrah chips in spitefully.“A lover?" Her father questioned, staring Samara hard in the eyes.“It's so soon, what wil
In the days that followed her heartfelt conversation with Damien, Samara found herself contemplating the words they shared. The uncertainty within her heart seemed to ebb and flow, but amidst the turmoil, a quiet resolve began to form.Gathering her thoughts and feelings, Samara decided to reach out to Damien once more. With a sense of determination, she dialed his number, hoping to find the clarity she sought."Hi, Damien. It's me again," Samara greeted, her voice a mix of nervousness and determination."Hi, Samara. How are you?" Damien's voice sounded warm and welcoming."I've been doing a lot of thinking," Samara began, her voice steadier than she felt. "About us and where I stand."There was a brief pause on the line, filled with anticipation and a silent exchange of emotions."Go on, Samara. I'm here," Damien encouraged, his voice gentle yet supportive."I've realized that despite the pain of losing Frederick, I can't keep living in the past," Samara confessed, her words laced wi
As Eleanor heard the name "Colonel Frederick Smyth," a profound respect flickered in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for this soldier who had endured the harsh realities of war."Colonel Frederick Smyth," she repeated softly, as if testing the weight of the name. "It suits you, my dear. A name with a sense of honor and resilience."Frederick managed a weary smile, touched by the kindness in Eleanor's words. The weight of his experiences seemed to momentarily lift as he shared more about his life as a soldier, the camaraderie forged in the crucible of battle, and the challenges faced on the front lines.“Are you married?" She asked out of the blue.Frederick nods, and immediately his expression dims. His thoughts goes to Samara and how she must be feeling with his absence. What exactly was the information passed on to her concerning him? He thought grimly.“Colonel?" He heard her call him out of his thoughts, her voice laced with worry. “Soon you'll be fit to go
Colonel Frederick Smyth moaned softly as he felt a wonderful sensation below his torso. It felt so good, he wanted it to reach further down where he ached more to be touched. And just like his thoughts were listened to, he felt warm hands touch him below. He grew hard instantly, and wanted more. More came when the warm hands were replaced by a wet hole or wait...He jerks and gets up immediately, his eyes grow wide open as he sees Caroline's head appear from between his legs.“What are you doing?" He asked in a rasp.“Massaging". She smirks, “You didn't let me finish though".Frederick swallows hard, as they hold each other's gaze in silence.“Just lay down, let me continue".“Y...you can't Caroline". He stutters, the promised pleasure thrilling him.“Why not?" She asked.“Where is your mother?" He questioned instead.“She's out. We're all alone". She smirks at him again, and then her head disappears between his legs.“Aww..mmmh" He moans as she flicks the tip with her tongue. He tas
Closing her eyes, Samara felt her body quake as she felt his touch. She was really going through with this, she thought within herself nervously.Suddenly he rose to his full height and lifted her up in his arms. He kissed her breasts, lifting his head briefly to admire them with savage, sultry eyes before returning to run his tongue over the hard peaks that grew even tighter from his touch. He tugged on them gently with his lips while pleasure snapped his body taut at the slight breathless moan that was ripped from Samara’s throat. He lifted his face again and looked at her. The sight of her head thrown back in languid ecstasy made him fear he could not be gentle taking her. He clenched his teeth as passion inflamed him, drove him to lay her down on the bed so that he could free himself from the confines of his trousers.Samara fell silent as she beheld him, fully aroused, poised over her. “Damien, I am frightened.” She suddenly says.He knelt beside her and stroked her hair. “My
“Caroline, how could you?!" Eleanor yelled at her daughter. She had dragged her out to Frederick's room to her room.Caroline sits quietly on the bed, looking anywhere else but at her mother.“Caroline! I am talking to you". Her mother says sternly, commanding her to look at her.“What do you want me to say mother?" She snaps. “We're both adults, and we both consented to it".“He is a married man!" Eleanor shouts, and Caroline froze instantly at the information. “Oh, you didn't know?" She shook her head. “He has a wife, Caroline". Her mother reiterated.“I'm...I'm sorry". She stutters. Her mother shakes her head at her in disappointment.“I have feelings for him mother". She confesses.“Didn't you just hear me say he is married?" Her mother says with annoyance.“Feelings can't be controlled mother. The heart always wants what it wants regardless".“What are you saying?" Her mother asks sceptically.“I have never felt like this for any man before". She exhales loudly, “I'm going to
Frederick swallows hard as he approaches Eleanor where she was seated quietly in the living room, busy knitting. It was her favorite pastime. He has observed this while living with her. He sighs quietly. He knew she must be disappointed in him after what she had seen the previous day. The silent treatment was killing him, and he needed to speak to her and clear the air.“Eleanor..." He calls her name softly, his voice quacking with fear. She turns abruptly away from what she was doing and looks up at him.“Can we talk?" Please". He begs. He needed her forgiveness. She has been so nice to him, taking him in and treating his wounds. It pained him to know he has paid her back this way.“I will ask some questions, and you have to tell me nothing but the truth". She replies instead.Frederick nods fervently. Whatever pleased her, he was ready to comply.“Did you lie to me about being married?" Her first question came.Frederick looked at her, abashed by her question. “I didn't lie. I am m
Colonel Frederick Smyth felt sore in every part of his body, but the pain couldn't compare to the anguish pulsating in his heart. He had succumbed to his desires, indulging in a guilty pleasure that now tormented his soul. His lustful escapade with Caroline had not only left him riddled with guilt but also disappointment that he had betrayed the woman he had vowed to love and cherish. The hours passed like days as Frederick paced his room, wracked with anxiety and regret. His mind was in a whirlwind as he replayed the events of the night before, each memory more excruciating than the last. The image of Caroline's face, those luscious lips that had drawn him in with such ease, continued to haunt him. "What have I done?" he muttered to himself, his hands running through his hair in frustration. He knew the answer, of course, yet he still found himself searching for a way to make it all disappear.The days that followed were a blur of sleepless nights and wracking sobs. Frederick found