Sunday 13 April 2014

MORE THAN LOVE PART 4



I didn’t know she was a talkative which I needed much. She was going to take me off the boredom and loneliness that room would have caused me, I thought. Getting to my floor wasn’t difficult; the difficult part of it was the way she was playing with me all around. People around would think there was something between us. Immediately I opened the door, she just lay on the bed and unbuckled her trouser. I didn’t understand how a woman who is supposedly married would behave in such manner to a man you’re just meeting. She zipped down and covered herself with a sheet from the bed. I hurried into the bathroom to avoid seeing this at the point of pulling, but immediately I came out, her trouser was on the floor.
Betty: now let’s talk about your wife………



I continued like I wasn’t interested in joining her on that bed. I tried to figure out a story that would make my wife a bad person but I discovered I couldn’t figure out any.  I painted the picture so poorly that I felt I was loosing a case. My delivery was perfect but it lacked meaning. She pulled herself up in attentiveness as if she was engrossed in what I was saying and when I was done she asked me the question: do you still love your wife?

When I was growing up I was told don’t marry based on love only but more of friendship than love. I had the two in my wife before we got married but suddenly the whole affection has disappeared and here I am lonely in a crowd. I love my wife; that’s the answer but I need more than love at the moment to stay with her. 

Betty: I’ll love to be with you but just on one condition…… divorce your wife and get married to me. Immediately she said that, her beauty increased and I saw myself liking her more. She rolled off the sheet and her pant was exposed. The fair and neat laps were expectations of a real woman a man can do anything for. I was sincerely lost in what I saw until she covered it again. You look at me with so much love and I feel so good about you around. Join me on the bed Mike. Gradually I walked towards the bed and slipped myself under the sheet. 

Betty: I wish I could give you my body to have in all reality but same way you got tired of your wife you’ll soon get tired of me and you’ll be unto the next woman.
At this point I have lost all the sense of reasoning and my mind was functioning only on one point. Get laid by her, else………..
There came a knock on the door and the distraction was the most unappealing of the century. I was going to shout at whoever did that to me and I was serious about it. I stood up from the bed and wore my trousers. Moved to the door before asking who that was and the response that came was ……. Tania.

I couldn’t contain opening the door for a lady I fell for just a couple of days ago and I’m here with another I’m about to satisfy my sexual urges with. I hesitated a little as Betty told me to open the door. I unlocked it and swung it open for her and she majestically walked inside and makes it to the chair.
Waoh, you never told me you’ll be having a company this afternoon. Next time don’t make double appointments. I hate being a second fiddle. She picked her phone up from her bag and placed a call….. Is that Bishop James Hunte? Please send a driver to Tinapa continental hotel to pick me up in 1 hour. Hope I could spend the next hour here before I leave the two love birds to enjoy themselves.
Betty looked at me in surprise and said Mike you are just a weak man. How can you compromise what is open for closed, what is prepared and served before you for what is raw. Same way you had a wife at home and here you are begging a woman to have sex with her. You think your wife is the problem; I tell you I hate men like you. 

I turned towards Betty to beg her; at that moment Tania called me and said: Mike choose between me and this slut. It all became a squabble and I found myself in the midst of two ladies who I knew little or nothing about shouting at the top of their voices in a hotel of class. It wasn’t long before the first knock came and I had to respond by checking who that was. It was the man at the next room wanting to know if all was well. Room service and security were walking towards the room also. I had to leave the door open because it was becoming a real fight. Insult and curses were being rained and suddenly the worst of it all happened when I saw the flash. Photographers were there and that would not only ruin my marriage but also career. I couldn’t leave them nor stop the crowd now standing outside my door. I walked to the door to slam it and save myself the embarrassment then suddenly I saw General Tam and my wife walking off the crowd inside the room. They shut the door and the two women stopped at the sight of the General and he looked at me and said: is this what you really need?  
I looked at my wife with tears in her eyes and I knew ………

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