MARY’S POV
I locked the door behind me and stood stark naked in front of the mirror and ran my hand through my damp hair.
Ian’s word replayed in my ears. “You’re doing this for yourself.” He wasn’t wrong, but he didn’t know the full story.
“How could he? I had given eighteen years of my life to this family. Eighteen years of sacrifices, sleepless nights, and tears that no one else would ever understand and what do I get for it? Being used, made to accept every decision like my voice doesn’t matter and condescension.” I said in tears.
No one has the right to chastise me, least of all Ian, with his arrogance and his facade of righteousness when everything seems to be slipping out of his hands.
“Ain’t no way in a million years will I allow this chance to pass me me by.” I said determined. “You can call me all sorts of names and it wouldn’t matter as long as I get what I want.”
I looked at my stunning body in the morning, at forty one, I still had it. My round and firm breasts complimented my pink areola.
I rubbed my hands over my hardened nipples and let out a moan. I’ve been sexually started and needed a man or toy to satisfy me.
I went back to my dresser and searched the extreme corner, I took out the wrap and gently untied it. “Found ya.” I said, putting the dildo on and rubbing it against my nipples. I felt a jolt of shiver travel down my body.
I didn’t stop, rather I went back to the mirror with the dildo still playing round my breast. “This feels so good.”
Soon, I was literally dripping. Something Alex would never be able to achieve no matter how hard he tried.
Soaked in my own juices, I took the dildo to my pussy and rub it gently against my clitoris at first, building up orgasm.
My excitement got the better part of me as I watched myself through the mirror. I saw my juices dripping out and I went harder against my clitoris.
This time, I sent myself to cloud nine, biting my lower lip to control my moans as orgasm took over me and my legs shaking.
I stood there almost breathless, “that was so intense, Mary. I should do this more often.” I said, scooping some of my juices into my mouth. “I taste good.”
My phone rang distracting me, I took a look and it was Dominic calling. “Oh, I almost forget about him. Thanks to Ian.”
“I missed your call earlier, Dominic?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, though my nerves were still raw from masturbating..
“I’ve made up my mind,” he said, decisively. “I’m going to Colorado. I’m going to find Saraya.”
I stilled. “Why the sudden change of heart?”
Dominic sighed. “Didn’t I promise you I wouldn’t fail you again? This trip… it’s to make sure I keep that promise.”
His words struck a chord in me, though I wasn’t sure if it was relief or unease. Dominic had always been unpredictable, but this… this was sudden.
“And how, exactly, do you plan on finding Saraya?” I asked, a touch of skepticism slipping into my voice. “You don’t have an address, Dominic. Colorado isn’t exactly a small town.”
There was a pause on the other end, and I could almost hear him thinking, weighing his response. “I’ll figure it out,” he said finally. “I know what to do.”
His determination was admirable, but I couldn’t help the flicker of doubt that crept in. Saraya was unpredictable, stubborn, and clever-traits that made her both difficult to pin down and impossible to forget.
“Just be careful,” I said softly. “And keep me updated.”
“I will,” Dominic promised.
I ended the call and set the phone down, with my body relaxed and everything going according to plan. I just needed to take another shower and sleep.
*
IAN’S POV
Sitting on the sofa in the veranda attached to my room, I stared at Mary’s phone feed on my laptop. The tapping device had worked perfectly, and now, their voices played clearly in my headphones. Mary and Dominic.
“I’ve made up my mind. I’m going to Colorado,” Dominic said firmly.
Mary’s reply came quick. “Why the sudden change?”
Dominic’s voice came again. “Didn’t I promise you I wouldn’t fail you again? This trip… it’s to make sure I don’t.”
I frowned, leaning closer. Fail her again? What’s that supposed to mean?
The conversation continued, with Mary questioning how he planned to find Saraya without an address. Dominic’s response was confident. I had listened to the end of their conversation.
“What is going on between these two?” I asked myself. “Their conversation seems to run deeper than I envisaged.”
I pulled off the headphones and sat back, my mind spinning. “How close are they?” I wondered.
“Dominic wasn’t just doing this for Saraya, he is also doing this for Mary. But why?” I asked, unable to figure it out. “It’s not like Mary cares about Saraya.”
“Maybe I’ve been underestimating Dominic,” I thought to myself. “He is not as simple as I think and he is definitely not just some aimless fool to take orders from Mary.”
I glanced at the device still sitting on my desk. What else are they hiding? “You never can’t know someone completely, who would have believed Mary would be working with Dominic? Mary has always been cool headed and calm but her actions these days have proved that she had only been bidding her time.” I said, a chill running through me.
I clenched my fists, “who knew I would contend with Alex, then Saraya and now Mary?” I thought. “Everything that spring from Alex screams problem all the time.”
Sliding my laptop shut, I stood thinking of what to do next and how to stay ahead of my game. Though I had established a link between between Mary and Dominic, it wasn’t something substantial. I needed more but time is not on my side.
“I need to dig into that Dominic of a guy. Whatever they’re planning, I’ll find out.” I vowed.