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CHAPTER 7 SECRET AFFAIRS

  • To dread most what could had happened put one anxious. A pit, where thoughts would be in shambles, crumbling to the extent that the brink of what if’s bottled up leading to nowhere. That’s what Rio felt that night. Her palms clammy, her head would continuously whipped across the phone lying across the table right outside her dresser. She fear that Malcolm would know about what happened, the robbery and the death of one of the thieves. Just the mere thought churned her insides. It wasn’t guilt, but something more closer to that word. Rio fear that she would be a primary suspect presumably as she assumed, because of the sudden visit of those two men on her address. But that’s least of her concern as of the moment.
  • “You ready?” Laura had just ended her shift. Unlike her, she’s one of the first to perform through the night. On her hand, a purse hefty of paper bills were clutched on a pile. Rio knew that those came from the crowds of men fancying her across the floor. “I bet you are.” Added by her, before checking her reflection on the mirror.
  • For an instance, beguiled, Rio felt like her company put her at ease. To tell about her worries to sough after comfort, but she couldn’t. ‘stead of, her lips remain shut. The black bags underneath her eyes concealed by the foundation she wore to compliment her visage remain subtle. Her worries put aside. A sultry music played. She took off her robes, but before she could get bare only on her red undershirt, Beatrice walked closer to where she was.
  • “You are going to perform for the VIP’s again, Eve.” Said she, enough for Laura to hear and the other performers.
  • A woman dressed on a white undershirt walked passed at them.
  • “It’s my turn.” Jessica said, but her appearance earned a loud boo from the cheering crowd.
  • “We want Eve!” A man from a group shouted above the music.
  • “Where is she? We haven’t seen her since yesterday! Geez.”
  • There are complains let alone misheard slough ignored by Beatrice. She could feel some eyes training across to her from each corner of the room, digging holes and wondering questions that even she haven’t had any answer yet. But intrigued, hopeful, yet in denial to see the God she serve the other night herself.
  • Is she going to see him again?
  • She bit her lips to brushed off those thoughts. To think about, and fantasize a man unbeknownst to her seems strange. Oddly that she’s attracted, but foremost knew that those attraction wouldn’t mean anything else. She was like prowling, a prairie on loose and once caught would either end up shattered, to dither and peril, a hopeless journey she suffered on her wake. A story without an ending, and do not promise any future ahead. Eve knew the consequences.
  • “Let’s go.” Beatrice lead the way. “Mr. Del Fierro is waiting.”
  • The same hallway they head, the stairs that whispered about how can she gratified him, ‘stead of the bottled up worries about the sudden events that occurred in Belize. Unconsciously thinking how could she pleas him –something beyond she’s against to, but her head are replaying scandalous image that made Eve vulgar. It’s been like—she haven’t been attracted to anybody since then. In fact, her taste on men although she met a lot deems to be unfathomable. Her interest serves only for a short period of time, then all would diminished and disappeared. It would be bland, and boring. Affairs that didn’t last long as Eve do not find the same fire she’s been drawn into, when they first meet.
  • This gave her an avalanche of memories to recall her affair that remain in secrecy even on Malcolm with Jed. He is a young student in practicum of law. Alike as both seek the warmth they couldn’t admit. He do not interest her at first, but his pursuit had intrigued Eve and she find herself a moth getting closer towards the flame he lit. She knew that it would just be about flesh and heat. A carnal pleasure that underlies between them. His needs she fulfilled, and her arms that keep him home to repel the longings.
  • [Fun fact: Jed is a costumer of El Casa, who also like the rest of the men admired Eve, but he didn’t have the chance to know her real name, which is Rio.]
  • It was another night. The moon were up in the sky, clouds in grey hue vastly dominate the stars sparkling on their glory. They walked in silence through the parking lot, where cars lined up in a row. Some are expensive and cost high-value as there are VIP’s who also seek pleasure on El Casa. Eve and Jed got to the car, which belongs solely to the male. It is a black Chevrolet. He hugged her, holding her tightly against him, an embrace still on the right side of propriety, one that could still be considered friendly, but only just. When they broke apart, her face was flushed, her eyes shining.
  • “Are you really leaving the town for good?” But the verge she felt she disregard, an anxious thought rose up. Eve isn’t a fool. What she heard between the exchanges from his friends told her otherwise the assurance that he’d been trying to make her feel, and not fear what was yet to come.
  • “I don’t know.” His vague response has only churned her insides.
  • Their eyes met. His, a beautiful pair of emerald green that reminds her of the comfort she longs for. The smell of pine and trees; the solitude she found, yet slipping away. Instead of asking another question, Eve reached for him, putting her small, warm hand on the back of his neck, lifting her lips to his. They kissed, first lightly, the smoothness of their lips soften then more urgently, his tongue slid in her mouth, her hips tilted against his, her mounds against his chest, her whole body sending a message that was undeniable. Although, she haven’t had any intention to suppress the wantons she wanted for him to feel.
  • “What if I don’t want you to leave?” Breathless, Eve pulled apart. Instead of words, Jed rested his forehead against her. There is a moment of silence. Eve knew what was it for. If only... If only she haven’t had hope so much, then perhaps she wouldn’t long in anguish every single time some things reminded her of him, and the night they shared and fill one another. He’d keep her warm, he’d keep her safe, he’d keep her with him, always.
  • “I am going to miss you.” Her eyes stung. “But I don’t want to remember it as a goodbye, Jed.”
  • “What—”
  • Eve cut him off with her lips. Jed return the same passion, and that’s the last time they’d seen each other after he move away. It’s been so long that Rio learn not to get attach anymore.
  • “We’re here.” Beatrice voice bring her back from her reverie.
  • Eve compose herself as if she never actually look back, but pay heed to what’s ahead of her. The metal door stand tall the last time she could remember, decorated with ornaments, and a twinge of something that engrave on its surface she isn’t familiar with. Beatrice gesture. A slight nod before she turned her back.
  • With a deep sigh, she pushed open the door, her hand unbuttoning already her already loose robe that set in display the flawless skin of her shoulder. The dimly light set the mood. A distant hum begin, Eve roamed her eyes to caught the man from the shadows. She could feel him, but she failed to see where he could be watching, training his eyes on her movement, even the faintest and sultriest action she was overwhelmed with.
  • I put a spell on you, because you’re mine
  • You’d better stop the things you do
  • I tell you, I ain’t lyin’
  • I ain’t lyin’
  • Her hands draw the scene. They roamed as the music plays, running them from her chest and touching where she could tempt the beast on the dark. Tip-tap. A footfalls in sync caught her off guard for a moment, but Eve continue. She bit her lips. Why does she felt like all of her muscle tense in so much anticipation she’s least expecting to? Nervous, but what left her stunned is to feel a domineering presence that suddenly made her feel small. Meekly at its mercy, when she felt a hot breathe fanning across her nape.
  • That gasp was beyond her control.
  • “Niñita.”
  • You know I can't stand it, you're runnin' around
  • You know better daddy
  • I can't stand it cause you put me down
  • Oh no, I put a spell on you
  • Because you're mine
  • And Eve could feel the shudders coming from how deep and baritone his voice sounds like. A husky combination that it did take a toll on her not to turn around, and be lost at his eyes. She keep her pace. With how close he has been, Eve could feel how the music suddenly came to life. It was nerve-wracking. It’s a new experience. She was never flustered before, all control were beyond her palms to keep her wantons leading to compelled men on her words, but this man seems different. Mr. Del Fierro, as what Beatrice referred to him earlier. Entice, it was on her nature to get intrigue.
  • “How can you be so tempting, yet to lay a hand on you could mean a sin, Niñita.” His chuckles reverberated through.
  • Eve hold her breathe. She was no fool how at close their proximity was, when she could feel the heat radiating from him.
  • “S-sir—” She was flushed.
  • “Shh, I was just admiring you, angel.” The softness sent tingles on each fibre of her body.
  • “I’ll take that as a compliment then.” Her throat parched up. Eve in an attempt to be in control, and not in submission bravely turned around at the third verse of the song. But what she didn’t expect is to come face to face with the man himself. So close, and so near that the reddening of her cheeks hadn’t remain subtle. Thump. Her chest beats loudly. Her movements cease. Eve actually is at lost, but what he did next actually took her breathe away.
  • Mr. Del Fierro’s strong arms snake around her waist and pulled her closer.
  • “Hello, angel.” And so his smile melted her core.
  • ‘How can just a man like him exist?’ Eve whispered inside her head, totally bewitched by whoever Mr. Del Fierro was.
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