“Oh…” my protest was drowned out in the man’s 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, “Maybe I’ll let you keep me around forever. What do you say, lover boy?”
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, “I like it when you call me your lover boy. Do that more often.”
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.
“Hi, cousin. It isn’t easy to locate you. Have you been busy seducing men around town?” 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 didn’t work on me. I shot her a cold glance before replying flatly, “I believe you are more experienced in this area than I am, given that you’re always surrounded by different men. Who’s to say these love bites only belong to one person?”
I wasn’t 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 woman’s darkened expression, however, almost had me believe that what I said was true.
“My dear cousin, there’s no need to hide your true feelings.” Crystal leaned on a tree and continued, “I must confess I have underestimated your ability. I thought I’ve already won Lyle over. But it turns out he’s still thinking about you.”
She tilted her head a little, and then clapped her hands, feigning surprise. “Is it because you’re 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.”
I narrowed my eyes as rage started to surge in my chest. Of all the years that I’d 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 Christopher’s timely rescue.
I snapped, “I thought you are already used to being the mistress. Is that no longer the case? If you want to be married to Lyle, you’re going to have to convince him, because I no longer care what’s going on between the two of you. So, get the hell out of my face!”
Crystal let out a derisive laugh. She did not bother to conceal the distaste in her eyes. “You want to get rid of me? I’m afraid that’s not up to you. I have yet to see the complete loss of hope on your face. That’s ought to be the nicest scenery in the world.”
I was stunned, wondering what kind of evil plan she was hatching against me. “What are you going to do? Stop chasing after me like a mad dog!”
