OLIVIA
I woke up in the morning wearing the garment of shame. I was trapped in bed like an enchanted soul.
I was glaring at the spaces of the ceiling as a thousand questions plagued my head. This is my first time cheating on Cyril, and It feels like I’ve done it a thousand times.
My conscience was killing me. I kept thinking about Cyril while I was making out with Adrian last night.
I wonder if Cyril feels the same way each time he’s making out with other women.
Aside from the guilt that comes from cheating on Cyril, I enjoyed every bit of the moment I had with Adrian. With him, I had the best sex in a while. He made me feel like a woman again. I wouldn’t mind coming back for more without appearing like a cheap slot.
“Good morning,” Adrian kissed me on the lip as he woke up. Unlike me, Adrian wasn’t remorseful for what happened. It seemed like he enjoyed every bit of it.
“Just pretend this sex never happened,” I told Adrian without looking in his direction. I had my eyes focused on the ceiling as though I were having a deep conversation with the Chandeliers. I utilized the opportunity to admire how they added so much beauty to the room.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?” I asked Adrian when he went mute. To him, I don’t even exist.
“Of course, I heard what you said. We both know you’re joking. You can’t possibly say that to me,” Adrian responded. He wore back his shorts and headed for the bathroom.
I stood up and put back my panties. I went after him. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t bluffing when I said that. Just consider this a fluke,”
“This is no fluke!” Adrian yelled at me and dashed outside the bathroom.
I nearly had a panic attack. That was the first time he ever yelled at me, and it happened after he had sex with me.
I thought he was different from Cyril. He might even turn out to be worse than Cyril. Perhaps, he was just waiting to have sex with me before revealing his true identity. I allowed myself to be fooled by Adrian’s meekness, and now I’m regretting it.
“I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He apologized, trying to edge closer to me when I pushed him away. I didn’t find him fascinating anymore. The sight of him infuriates me to the extent that I want to see him drown in an acid bath.
“So, this is what it means to you. You just want to have sex with me and brag to your friend about your bed-making prowess? Wait a minute, did you record us making out? Where’s the damn camera?” I panicked and combed the entire room, searching for a hidden camera somewhere.
My trust in Adrian was gone. His recent attitude showed that he’s got a skeleton inside his cupboard.
I felt stupid, used, and clueless standing next to a man who was supposed to be a client.
If I could turn back the hands of time, I would prefer to stay back home and endure Cyril’s trouble.
“Can you please stop?
This isn’t a mistake or a one-night stand. And please stop assuming that you were used because that’s not true,” Adrian explained. He held me closer and caused my soul to have a meltdown. The way he looks at me in the eyes makes me want to grab his penis and slide inside my Virginia. Everything about him is so tempting.
“If this isn’t a one-night stand, then what is it?” I asked in a quiet tone. Adrian was finally able to calm my nerves without lifting his hand. I don’t know how he did that but whatever he did on me worked perfectly.
“I love you. I don’t want this to stop. If you worried that I would kiss and tell, here’s me assuring you that no one would ever find out about this,” he revealed.
“Now I’m convinced you are sick in the head. How do I explain to you that I am married? What you are asking of me is impossible. Is that too hard for you to understand?” I yelled at him.
If I was allowed to choose between Adrian and Cyril, I wouldn’t hesitate to opt for Adrian and get Cyril locked up in jail for the rest of his life. With Adrian, I feel safer when I’m around him. The same thing can’t be said about Cyril. It’s so unfortunate that Cyril had to be in the picture.
“You’re married? Is that a joke?
Come on, we both know about your marriage to Cyril. You don’t even love him a bit. Get rid of his sorry ass and be with me. We both know you are madly in love with me. I see the way you look at me in the eyes,” Adrian assumed. I was starting to realize that he’s egocentric. Aside from him being romantic, he’s not in any way different from Cyril.
“In your fucking dreams. There’s no way on earth I’m leaving my husband for you. If you need a wife, I’m sure you know where to find out,” I got closer to him and spoke directly into his face, ensuring that he was able to read my lips and decode between the lines.
“I would be here should you decide to change your mind,” he laughed and spoke with confidence.
“That’s never going to happen.” I clapped back at Adrian and wore back my clothes.
I went to the door and peeked outside hoping his domestic staff weren’t emerging. I can’t withstand being caught sneaking out of Adrian’s room. He already introduced me to them as his friend.
“What are you doing?
Come on, you are an adult. No one’s going to berate you for having sex,” Adrian said mockingly. He seemed to enjoy watching me make a fool of myself.
“Shut up you jerk.” I clapped back and dashed outside.
Heading to my room, I stumbled on Agnes who was holding Adrian’s suit, suspected to be dropped by the laundry man.
“Ma’am, Olivia.
Good morning,” she greeted me. I am sure she has a lot on her mind. I thought I could run away forever. It’s just a matter of time before the whole world knows that I had sex with Adrian. What a day!