âOhâ¦â my protest was drowned out in the manâs passionate kiss. The next thing I knew, we were already lying on the bed.
Holding his neck, I stared deep into his eyes and asked in between my shallow pants, âMaybe Iâll let you keep me around forever. What do you say, lover boy?â
As though being fully charged, beads of sweat started to form on his forehead as he quickened his hip movements. Finally satisfied, Christopher ran his fingers along my bare back and replied, âI like it when you call me your lover boy. Do that more often.â
My chest trembled from trying to suppress a laugh. This man had an unusual craze in bed. I realized that calling him a lover boy would help spur him on during our dalliance in bed.
My peaceful days had lasted for less than a week when I was stopped by Crystal on my way to work. She had found out where I lived and seemed to have waited a long time for me.
âHi, cousin. It isnât easy to locate you. Have you been busy seducing men around town?â she lowered her gaze as she spoke so I would focus on the numerous hickeys on her chest. Her intention was to provoke me by showcasing those love bites on such a private body part. Unfortunately, that didnât work on me. I shot her a cold glance before replying flatly, âI believe you are more experienced in this area than I am, given that youâre always surrounded by different men. Whoâs to say these love bites only belong to one person?â
I wasnât one who would always go out of my way to hit someone below the belt. But compared to what Crystal had done to me, this was only fitting. The womanâs darkened expression, however, almost had me believe that what I said was true.
âMy dear cousin, thereâs no need to hide your true feelings.â Crystal leaned on a tree and continued, âI must confess I have underestimated your ability. I thought Iâve already won Lyle over. But it turns out heâs still thinking about you.â
She tilted her head a little, and then clapped her hands, feigning surprise. âIs it because youâre so good in bed that Lyle is having a difficult time leaving you? That could explain why he avoids me every time I bring up the topic of divorce.â
I narrowed my eyes as rage started to surge in my chest. Of all the years that Iâd been with Lyle, he had never touched me once. The only time he did so, he threw me into a hotel and left me to my own devices.
Crystal knew that to be my sore spot and she would find any opportunity to rub that in my face. I would have ended my life that very night if not for Christopherâs timely rescue.
I snapped, âI thought you are already used to being the mistress. Is that no longer the case? If you want to be married to Lyle, youâre going to have to convince him, because I no longer care whatâs going on between the two of you. So, get the hell out of my face!â
Crystal let out a derisive laugh. She did not bother to conceal the distaste in her eyes. âYou want to get rid of me? Iâm afraid thatâs not up to you. I have yet to see the complete loss of hope on your face. Thatâs ought to be the nicest scenery in the world.â
I was stunned, wondering what kind of evil plan she was hatching against me. âWhat are you going to do? Stop chasing after me like a mad dog!â