Chapter 9. Fulfillment

"I'm happy that you made it. Congratulations," she said without knowing the pay.

"Thank you, Mom. I will get the employment letter," I said euphorically and ran to my room.

Milo followed me and she did the same thing. She sat down on my bed and Milo reclined on the floor.

"Here is it, Mom," I showed her the letter.

She collected and read through it happily while I studied her countenance.

"The pay is all right for a start. Congratulations my dear," she said afterward.

"Thank you, Mom, for urging me to go. I got these as tips," I said and showed her the money.

Her eyes were wet at once and I was aware that they were tears of joy. She fought back the tears and said, "My life is fulfilled today. To see that my son could earn. I am glad you made it."

"Yes, Mom. I dedicate everything to you. Kindly take it and bless my endeavors."

I handed out the money to her and she collected it. She kept it aside and covered her head to pray for me while I knelt down. Milo knelt beside me, and we laughed at the fun. Suddenly, we heard my father's car driving into the compound.

We exchanged a knowing glance and wondered why he returned earlier than usual. My mother hid the money and employment letter under the pillow and faced me.

"Get up. We will pray later," she said and I obeyed.

Milo got up as well and followed me to the parlor and I continued with my breakfast. I was curious and wished to know why he returned earlier. He got out of his car but without any food pack. Before he walked in, I searched his demeanor and it was not pleasant. Milo was not excited to see him because he had been aloof.

I looked up from my plate and greeted him, "Good morning, Dad."

As though we were not there, he passed us but I got an epiphany. One side of his forehead was swollen and his shirt was stained with both blood and women powder and lipsticks.

"Huh!" I exclaimed and rounded up my food.

I took my plate to the kitchen and began to wash it. At that point, I heard my father's luxury phone ring and paid attention to it. Its ringtone was unique and must be expensive to acquire.

He picked up the call and blurted angrily, "You will pay dearly for this, Felicia."

He cut the call immediately and I rolled my eyes. He was the man in the resort. After he left the resort, the old woman caught up with him.

"I will meet you at the guest house," he said to her.

She was pleased with her victory over the young woman and answered him with a triumphant smirk, "It okay, Dear."

They got into their cars and drove off. When Felicia arrived, she was distraught to see that her man's car was not there.

"Look at what the old cow has caused. He left me here," she murmured.

She had paid my father for his services, and when he visited her house, she suggested that they should relax and have some drinks at the resort. He agreed to that and hoped to see the old woman afterward. Things did not go as planned. The old woman's husband called to inform her that he would be back in the morning and she decided to have my father earlier.

When my father left Felicia, she was happy.  Shortly, they were at her guest house.

"I'm lucky to have you," she said as she hurriedly undressed him.

"I'm happy to be with you. But you should not have come to the resort," my father chided her.

"I apologize but I needed you badly," she said and pulled his flat dick.

"I lost my libido. You embarrassed me," he said.

She undressed herself as well but he was not interested in her.

"I will double your pay. Will that make you happy?" She proposed.

To her delight, he cheered up and kissed her temple. She kissed his dick and it stood like a pike.

"You got it. With my energy, I will give you a different dimension of sex, if you triple it."

She was wowed and asked him, "Will you stay with me all night if I do that?"

He was pissed off with Felicia and wished to get even with her by canceling the appointment.

"Certainly. You know you are sweeter than all those silly girls," he flattered her just to ensure that he gained more from her.

She was elated and horny at the same time. She accepted his proposal and the party began.

Nevertheless, Felicia was a single lady who owned a fashion and cosmetic company. She found her way home, hoping to meet him, but he was not there. She walked into her lavishly furnished bedroom and sank into her bed.

"What is he up to?" She asked herself in despair.

She tried to sleep but could not and kept tumbling on the bed. After an hour, she picked up her phone and tried to call him.

"Could he have gone home? Will his wife be upset if I call him? Maybe I shouldn't have attacked that old fool," she thought in regret.

She got up from the bed, walked to the bathroom, and did nothing. She returned and sat on the couch. Likewise, she kept herself busy with the television and fell asleep forthwith. At 2 AM, she woke up with a start and felt bad that she was alone.

"I can't spend the night without sex. After all, I paid him for it," she said and picked up her phone.

"I don't care how his wife would feel," she declared and dialed his number.

The Guest House 

My father and the old woman had been on a marathon. They had the energy for each other and were in the middle of it when his phone rang. He was relishing the moment and did not wish to be disturbed. He ignored the call until it timed out.