Seduced 3 (6 page)

Chapter 10

Nikki

Three days had passed since I had slept at Carrie’s place. Stephen turned out fine; he was just hungry, which Carrie couldn’t understand. Gerome moved into my house, since he had no other place. I thought he would try to come closer, but it turned out he was busy enjoying drinks and his old friends, all MMA fighters, apparently. We hardly came face to face, and whenever we met, he rumbled and mumbled about his sacrifice and emotions, concerns. Whenever I couldn’t listen to his crap, I walked out of there. I didn’t care what he thought. The fact that he came back annoyed me a lot. Fortunately, he was taking it slow and didn’t try to come onto me, or make any other move I would feel awkward about.

But this was how I spent my days physically; emotionally, it was a different story. My own thoughts about Tristan were screwing up my day and night. The decision I’d come to was biting me. I was just trying to find excuses to go and meet him, but till now, the fact that Gerome was my husband held strong.

The distance from Tristan was killing me. I didn’t hear from him and he didn’t try to call I tried calling him twice, but his cell was switched off. I wasn’t sure what should be my next move. I was in a situation that I wouldn’t have wished on my archrival.. On one hand, it was Stephen and his real dad, and on the other, it was Tristan. Tristan was the real thing I’d found in my life, even more real than Gerome.
What should I be doing right now?
Carrie wasn’t any help; she thought I should be with Gerome, the real father, and that it would help Stephen in his future life. She was right, but my heart wasn’t going to listen. I knew I had no feelings left for Gerome. He wasn’t a nice man when he was with me and I loathed him then. He was the reason I’d become a drug addict and he’d brought only misery to my life. 

“That’s it. I’m going to meet him and clear things up. I’ll just ask him what I should do,” I muttered to myself and called Carrie.

“Carrie, can I drop Stephen at your place for couple of hours? I have an urgent meeting with my lawyer,” I said without asking her anything. Lying was the only option I had. I couldn’t tell her that I was planning to meet Tristan; she would have stopped me right there .

“Hmm, yup, why not? Just bring that sweetheart over and I’ll look after him.” She giggled.

***

Fifteen minutes later, I was driving to Tristan’s house. The traffic was loud and dense, but my mind was wrapped in all the possibilities of meeting him again. I was wondering how he would treat me. Accept me? Or just reject me?
Why is it so hard to think about refusal?
The thought of him rejecting me sparked a pain to the core.
No, I can’t let that happen.

My heart was pounding faster as I got close to Tristan’s home. I parked my car a few blocks away from his home. I wanted to give him a surprise. I might try to sneak into his house, like the old way. A smile covered my face from ear to ear. The thought of seeing him again was exciting and breathtaking, especially after the last sex we’d had.

“Oh, Tristan, you are driving me crazy now.” I’d never been so horny in my whole life, but after meeting Tristan and experiencing how amazing sex could be, I’d automatically changed.
And I like it.

I walked fast. I wanted to meet him, hug him and taste his lips, smell the familiar muscularity and declare that Gerome’s arrival hadn’t affected our relationship.

But none of it happened. I stood frozen before I could reach his main gate. A petite girl was walking out of his front door. Her clothes were scattered and her hair messed up, like a hooker come out of a car after having sex.

It was Trisha.
What the hell is she doing in Tristan’s house and why is she looking like that.
Another face appeared out of the door. It was Tristan, with a beard. He grabbed Trisha’s arm and hugged her tightly.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. Why would Trisha come out of Tristan’s house early in the morning and why would he hug her with affection? Nothing seemed right in between those two. But in just two days? Tristan never looked like a player, but seeing the real him opened my eyes to the truth.

Why, Tristan? Why?
I wanted to burst open the door and ask him why he did that to me, why he betrayed me. He didn’t even ask me once. And I was battling with my own dilemma, either to choose my husband or him. I was trying to be on his side when that bastard was enjoying a one-night stand with his receptionist.

I turned back with eyes flowing. My heart was throbbing, like somebody had just pierced a knife in my heart. I wanted to sit on the ground and cry until I passed out, but my legs kept walking until I reached my car. I got in, somehow. It wasn’t me anymore, I was walking like a robot. But I couldn’t control it anymore. I rested my head on the steering wheel and let it out completely. I just couldn’t bear the thing I’d just seen. It was devastating and heart-breaking.

Ten minutes later, I wiped my eyes and started the car. I couldn’t be there crying for a bastard who didn’t deserve me.

While driving back home, I passed through a children’s park. I stopped there to see how children were playing. I saw an amazing thing there. Most of the children were there with their dad. Maybe it was a common dad day or something, but most of the kids had come with their fathers, and the amusement I saw on the kids’ faces when their dad picked them up—no matter what was happening with me, those small kids and their fathers lightened my mood. Maybe Carrie was right, after all. May be genetics is the right way to go to chose his dad. May be Stephen deserved his real dad to be with him.
Yes I will give Gerome a chance to be a better person this time. I know Tristan, you love Stephen, but I need to see if Gerome can be a better dad.

I started toward home, and as my thoughts settled back on Tristan, my temper kept rising. My head could have busted that day if it wasn’t for those kids in the park. How could Tristan betray me like that? How could he be so nice to me, show me care, and in just one day change to an evil person? How could he? I was so angry that I punched my horn a thousand times on the way back home. I’d trusted that man with all my heart. I even opened my dark secrets to him, but still he started enjoying himself with a whore in just two days. “Fuck you, Mr. Scott. I’ll show you that I’m better than you.”

Without waiting for the parking gate to open fully, I pushed my car in and banged my car roof on the half-opened parking gate. Airbags hit me hard on my chest and mouth. I was locked in the web of airbags, unable to escape from it.

“Fuck you.” It was irritating and frustrating, I wanted to kill those bag and then kill someone, maybe just Tristan.
How could you betray me, Tristan?

The security guard came running. The crashing sound of the gate must have alerted him.“What happened, ma'am? Are you all right?”

“Do you think I’m having a cocktail party here? Get me out of here.”

“Are you okay, ma'am, or shall I call 911?” he shouted.

“Fool, do you see me doing fine?” I screamed from the bottom of my lungs.

“Sorry, ma’am, I couldn’t hear you at first.”

“Get me out of here, please, I’m choking now.” The bag was so irritating that I lost my calm.

Somehow, the security guard rolled the airbag back and I could get out of that fucking car. But then I noticed it was Gerome who’d gotten me out of the car and not the guard.

“Are you all right, honey?” he asked, with an innocence on his face.

Why did I hate this person, When he is the father of my son?

“I’m fine, Gerome. Just a minor accident.”

“This sucker must have left it open, right?.” He scowled at the face of security guard so hard that he stepped back four steps.

“Calm down, Gerome. He didn’t do anything. It was me who hit the gate.”

“Are you sure? I’m not sure I trust this guy. .” He was still scowling the guard.

“No, it’s fine. Let’s get inside. I need a drink to calm down.”

“Yes, baby, you need one. Get changed, and I’ll bring you some wine.” He smiled and patted me on my shoulder.

His touch, after so many years, felt pleasant. The invitation for wine meant that he was looking forward to our relationship.
I should give it a try.

***

I changed into a sober top and a knee length short. I didn’t know how the interaction would go—not that I was hoping to make it go forward, but I certainly wasn’t declining that it would go to third, fourth or may be even to home base. The anger for Tristan was boiling inside me; I wanted to take it out somehow, and maybe betraying him in return was one way to get over him. After what I’d seen at Tristan's house, I wouldn’t feel guilty for my choice. After all, Gerome was my husband and we’d never gotten a divorce.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Gerome’s voice. “Hey, babe, looking nice.” He smiled like a child.

“Thanks, you are looking fresh, too.” He looked like he’d just come out of the shower. He smelled like shampoo rather than cologne. The same old familiar shampoo smell. “And the same shampoo.”

“Glad you still remember it.” He placed two glasses on the table and put a wine bottle in between those. “Australian special.” He pointed to the wine.

“Thanks for remembering what I like.” I smiled weakly.

“I remember everything about you, baby. I’m the sucker who was forbidden to contact you by your evil dad.”

“Let’s not talk bad about him. He is gone and may he rest in peace.” I felt awkward at his words.

“Sorry if I hurt your feelings, but you try to understand my feelings.”

“I know Tri...” I bit my tongue. “Gerome, that’s why I said we would talk later when we first met. Truly, it was a shocker for me. I didn’t expect you to be alive.”

“I didn’t, either. I never thought I would see you again.” He filled the glasses.

“When I look at the past now, it all seems blurry and different. Thank God it looks so much clearer now.” At least I knew what Tristan wanted.

“Cheers to the future.” He lifted his glass, and drank it all in one blink.

“Cheers.” I lift the glass and slowly took the first sip. Indeed, it was finest wine from Australia.

“We seem to be in a situation here, Nikki.” Gerome finally spoke after twenty minutes of silence. He had finished three glasses of wine like it was soda. And I had just finished few sips of my first glass.

“Yes, you seem to have improved your wine drinking speed.” I appraised him with my eyes.

“That’s not the thing I’m referring to, Nikki. Sucker.”

“Don’t overuse that word. You know I hated that.”

“I know you hated me as well. But that doesn’t mean you stopped using me.”

“What?” I giggled.

He set his glass hard on the table. “Are you seeing someone else, Nikki?”

“What if I am?” I was in a mood to tease him more. I raised my glass to take a sip while looking at him through the transparent glass.

“What about us, then?” He looked straight in my eyes.

“What about us? We are good. We are still husband and wife, technically.”

“Why don’t you show me that you still love me?” He grabbed my hand and pulled me on him. My glass jumped out of my hand and I fell down on table, but he grabbed me with his other hand before I could hit the surface hard.

“What is this, Gerome?” I said, irritated.

“I just want to taste you, like old times.” He chuckled. He was drunk.

“You are drunk, Gerome. Go now. We will talk tomorrow.”

“Not until I taste your lips, sucker.” He pulled me forward and marked his lips on mine. He tasted a lot different than Tristan.

“Tristan...” I suddenly realized I just couldn’t do that with Gerome. Tristan was branded in my mind, like a birthmark.

“Who?” Gerome pushed me away. “Who did you call me? Tristan? Who the hell is he?”

“None of your business, Gerome, and if you try to force me into anything, next time remember I own this place and I can kick you out any time.” I frowned on him.

He looked disgusted. He tried to say something, but then stopped and turned around.

I watched him leave my room and I went back inside the bathroom to wash my lips and get his taste out of my mouth. Sadly, he couldn’t replace Tristan and I doubted anybody could.

Chapter 11

Nikki

My dream ended because of a knock on the door. It was a very happy dream, in which I was living far away with Tristan and Stephen. Far away from everyone, especially Gerome and my dad. It was a happy day, indeed. We were celebrating Tristan’s birthday. But the damn servant outside the door woke me up.

“What is it?” I shouted from my bed. I wanted to sleep more.

Thanks to Carrie, Stephen was fine and sleeping with her. She’d grown fond of Stephen in no time, and she was the best.

“Who’d there?” I yelled.

“It’s me, baby. Gerome, sucker.”

“What do you want?” I didn’t like the way he’d forced himself on me last night. It was totally unacceptable behavior from him.

“Nothing, just came to say sorry.”

My mood lightened a bit. “Come in.”

“Hey, babe.” He looked a mess when he entered. I could smell the alcohol from ten feet away.

“Why are you awake so early?”

“Well, I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to apologize as soon as possible.”

“Say it, then.”

He came forward, bent on his knees and held my hand. “I’m so sorry for last night. But you have to understand my feelings here.”

“What feelings, Gerome?” My head was hurting. “The feelings from when you abandoned me and didn’t care I was carrying your son?”

He sighed hard. “I’ve been telling you this over and over. It wasn’t my choice. I had a gun at my head not to call you or contact you. I spent two years in Africa to be away from you. And I had no choice, dear. I missed our son so much. By the way, where is Stephen? I haven’t seen him in days.”

“It was two years, Gerome, and you didn’t even try to know if I was dead or alive.” I was getting very angry with him.

“Look, Nikki, the past is the past. Please forget it. I want to make it up to you,” he said, innocently.

“How can I trust you on this? You came here only few days ago, and you are expecting me to trust you again?”

“Just give me a kiss and makeup on this. Did you forget how we made up our fights with sex when we were in deeply love?” He tried to smile, but it looked miserable on his drawn face.

That brought up many memories in me. “Let it be. I need time, Gerome. I can’t tell you anything right now.”

“Hey, Nikki,” Carrie’s voice popped up through the door.

I looked up. She was standing there with Stephen in her arms. She was looking at Gerome. “Oops, sorry. I might be here at wrong time.”

“Hi, Carrie, how are you?” Gerome turned around. “Is that Steph?”

He stood up and picked Stephen from her arms and kissed him on the cheek. Stephen looked at him once and then smiled at him. “Cho Chweet. I love you, my son.” He pulled him closer and kissed him again and again. But then maybe because of so many kisses, Stephen started crying.

“Give him to me, Gerome. Don’t push your fatherly love on him in one single day. Leave some for tomorrow,” I said sarcastically.

“Sorry.” He gave Stephen back to me. “I should leave, then, but think on it, Nikki. Goodbye, Carrie. It was nice to see you after so many long.” He waved goodbye and walked out.

“Strange, what were you talking about?” Carrie asked.

“Nothing. He was trying to tell me how much he missed me in the last two years.” I kept looking at the direction he’d gone. My brain was trying to absorb all the things he’d just said.

“And...?

“And, nothing. I’m not ready yet. I need some time, Carrie.”

I started walking with Stephen. It was time to put him to sleep.”Did you feed him on time?”

“Yes. Just before we left, I gave him milk.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, I need to move my ass now. I have a date planned.”

“Date? With your boyfriend?”

“Yes, we are going to do role playing today.” She winked at me. “You know what I mean... I’ll be a nurse and he will be a salesman.”

“You dirty people.”I slapped her on her shoulder, giggling.

“Bye, honey. See you tomorrow.” She waved goodbye.

I put Stephen to sleep in his room and lay down on my bed, thinking about Tristan.

Holy God, I missed him so much already. I missed his kiss, I missed his touch and I especially I missed his fingers touching my whole body like I was an instrument and he was playing it to give the finest performance of his life.
I miss you Tristan.

All I could think about was the way his hands played with my breasts—I closed my eyes and pressed my own breasts. The way his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me on him. My hands were moving on my thighs. The way his tongue sucked my skin everywhere. My hands were inside my lacy underwear, touching my special spot. The way the tip of his tongue sent tingles across my whole body like lightning bolts when playing with my clit. My fingers were rubbing myself hard.

“Come for me, baby, come for me.” His words echoed in my ears like an angelic sound.

I didn’t know when I started touching myself in his memory and when I realized, I’d already had my orgasm. My skirt was pulled up, my lacy underwear was scattered and I was shuddering on the bed after the waves of pleasure. It wasn’t anything close to what he did to me, but I felt like he was around and touching me everywhere and giving me a virtual orgasm.

How can I live without you, Tristan, when you have invaded my mind and body so much?

Someone knocked on my door, and I was snapped out of my thoughts. I quickly arranged my clothes and sheets and opened the door. Outside, the father of my son was standing with a rose in his hands.

“What now?” I said, Irritated.

“Nothing, I just wanted to give you this and say I’m sorry for what I did yesterday. I’m ready to wait for you until you are ready.” He gave me the rose. A hint of guilt spread across my mind. “And I still love you, babe.” He kissed me on my cheek and moved back.

I kept staring at his back when he chose to go down stairs instead of the elevator.

What am I doing? I thought I would give him a chance, but I ain't doing it.
I didn’t have the answer. But one thing was sure; I wasn’t going back to Tristan and I would be trying to rekindle with Gerome, in spite of how I hated him when he’d left me alone.