Chapter 6

• In that candle lit room, bare chested and in his boxers, Hanord sat cross legged on a rug at the foot of his bed, staring into space. The hard beat of his heart could crack and even damage a wall. As he sank deeper into his thoughts, that fresh after shower smell wafted through his nostrils, stiffening his body.
• "You look lost, baby. What is it this time, uh?" That soft voice showered on him like sprinkles from the heavy turned-on shower.
• The slender woman's hand waving in his face was blurry to his sight, until that tap on his shoulder. Reaching for his face, with a start, Hanord's head snapped. Orange glow from the flickering candles danced across the young woman's face.
• Realizing it was his wife, as he stared hard at her, his face contorted.
• Wearing a short nightgown with her bare nipples looking straight at Hanord, she crouched down in front of his face. "Is it a woman, Hanord? Did you cheat on me again this time?"
• "What?" Confusion washed over his face.
• Natasha, Hanord's wife, had always been forward with her words. She never stalled, and she was most like on point each time they had such conversations.
• Staring wide-eyed at his blonde wife, they slowly rose to their feet in unison; her gaze on her husband was like lava pouring from his head down.
• "It's written all over you, Hanord. What else is there if not another one of your many flings behind my back?" Shaking her head, Natasha heaved a deep sigh. "I can't seem to get it. Tell me how their pussies taste that you just seem to be so unsatisfied with mine alone, but I eat just yours? Answer me, Hanord!"
• Walking slowly towards the glass window, Hanord wrapped his arms across his bare chest, gazing out into the night sky. Lightning illuminated the tall buildings from a distance, as rain fiercely banged on the windows.
• "A woman you say?" He mouthed the words, still gazing out. "Those pussies…"
• Taking a trip back in his head, Hanord remembered sitting in the back seat of his car, parked on a bridge. Clothes and empty beer cans littered around the floor; his eyes darted around as his fingers ran through his messy hair. Later still, he rummaged through the car, picking up his wristwatch and shirt.
• What was left to find?
• Suddenly, he stopped. With a slight frown plastered on his face, he twirled his head to the corner of the car, following that sound bringing his blood to a boil.
• "You should stop crying now, girl. It's about time you stopped!"
• A young, red haired girl coiled up at the corner of the car, whimpered.
• "I only came here to–to get you what you ordered, sir, but then you–you–"
• "Having drinks with me was what you wanted also, right?" Hanord's voice deepened dangerously.
• "And having sex with me while unconscious? Was that me too? That is also called rape, sir. You know that. I never consented to that." Tears streamed down her eyes.
• Slipping his pants on, the words rushed out of his mouth, "I'm not proud of what I did, which is why I apologized and gave you that money for–"
• "For what exactly, sir?"
• "Just get a good doctor to do a thorough checkup on you. There's still time."
• "Why?"
• Squinting his eyes at the half naked girl, Hanord's body slightly turned to face her. "I was quite drunk, so… we fucked bare! I mean–"
• "I know what you mean, sir. I wouldn't want any problems in the future either!" Sniffing, she rubbed her nose, blinking her eyes rapidly. "You are a stranger to me anyway."
• "Good. We are good now, right? Are we good?"
• "I- Yeah, I guess so…"
• That was the delivery girl and me. There's no point lying, her body was soft and sweet like cotton candy, and I enjoyed drilling her tight, little pussy too. But it was sadly, a one night stand. If only my wife could hear my deep, dirty thoughts… our home would most likely burn to the ground.
• In their room, Hanord's troubled wife's glare transfixed on her husband, lost in his own world of fantasy; was cold as ice.
• "What the fuck, Hanord!" Her voice boomed. Slamming her mobile on the vanity top, Natasha knocked a candle holder off.
• Their widened eyes watched the tiny flames pick up the multicolored fur center rug. It moved its way rapidly to the bed. With slacked jaws, they stood at the spot, frozen. While the couple watched in horror, the fire sprinkler forcefully sprayed water all over the flames, dragging the fire alarm along. Minutes in panic state, the fire extinguished completely.
• "What the actual fuck Natasha!? Are you trying to kill me because I fucking slept with a girl, who is so damn hot by the way?"
• "Are you serious right now? Fuck you, Hanord! Fucking asshole!"
• Coughing roughly as the smoke traveled across the room, the couple kept fighting, throwing away the fact that they were sucking in danger into their lungs.
• ******
• At dusk, a slick luxury car parked in front of the skyscraper, erected in the center of the bustling city. Dressed in suit pants and a checkered t-shirt, Kelvin's sharp gaze pinned at the mini version of him, sitting in his exquisite car seat. The little King's teary eyes fixated on his father's face, washed with fury.
• "I wa–I want popsi--popsicles, Daddy… Please…" In between hiccups, King voiced out. His eyes glistened with tears as his little lips trembled.
• "Not even one... but more?" Kelvin's deep voice echoed in the car, jerking everyone in it. Through gritted teeth, he continued, "I've told you no more sweets, young man. Don't make me repeat myself like a broken record!"
• King lowered his gaze, then covertly peeked at his father. His chubby body trembled as Kelvin's voice sank into his little heart, making it thump in his chest.
• "But– but I want it now, Daddy. You have lots of money, right?"
• "Enough, King!"
• Ignoring Kelvin's command, King continued with his pestering.
• "I hear you are rich, Daddy. Please give me some for popsicles. I'll be good, I promise." He sniffled, rubbing his eyes vigorously as the tears streamed down his chubby cheeks, wetting his white shirt. His little nose was red and his cheeks flushed.
• It was no doubt that Kelvin fathered that boy. Sometimes, he wondered how a little boy could carry such knowledge.
• "Rich, huh? Is this what you are learning now?" Narrowing his eyes, Kelvin jabbed his finger at King.
• "Popsicles! Popsicles!" Dangling his legs as he struggled to unstrap himself, King glanced at Kelvin. Seeing that rage spill out of his father, the little guy kept on anyway.
• That is King for you…
• Shaking his head as the tiredness ran down his spine, the scowling Kelvin sighed deeply, then raked his fingers through his slick hair.
• "Don't provoke me now or you're gonna regret it! You know that!"
• Blinking at Kelvin's warning gaze fixed on him, King stopped, but his hands still gripped on the strap as hard as he could.
• "Please get me popsicles, Daddy. I want popsicles!"
• "Adam!"
• "Yes, sir."
• "Is this what you teach my son while I'm not around? You and my mother give him anything he wants and makes a silly fuss when I refuse him?"
• Watching King fidgets in his car seat, the scruffy Adam in the driver's seat glanced at the rearview mirror, then slowly turned to meet his boss's fierce gaze. Adam's body reeked of fear as his grip tightened on the steering wheel. When he turned fully, sweat trickled down his face.
• "Sir, I… we… I don't–"
• "Give me popsicles! Give me popsicles, you mean Daddy!"
• "Seal that hole right now, King!"
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