Chapter 4

She got on her knees atop the bed and slipped him into her. Once she had him deep inside her, she began a slow rotation of her hips. It was as though she was dancing to a song.

Her eyes were open, but she wasn't looking at anything in particular; not at the painting of a bull with three horns on the white wall in front of her, not at the glass fitted twin brown doors beside her, not at the trees that could be seen through the doors and not even at the man on the white bed sheet she was kneeling on.

She held her head with her hands, squeezed her face and ruffled her low-cut hair several times as she moaned and moaned, over and over again.

A couple of hands were on her breasts, caressing them and then one of those hands went to her face and her mouth while the other still squeezed the left breast.

She drew to herself, the man beneath her as she kept moving. She proceeded to hug him and then, she placed her chin on his head. The man kept a lot of hair and some of it began to enter into her mouth but instead of turning away or removing her face from his hair, she bit into them with her teeth with a force that was large enough for the man to feel it, but little enough to cause a substantial amount of pain.

The man beneath her groaned a couple of times as though someone had their hands on his neck and prevented him from screaming.

He had his hands on his face as his body jerked repeatedly in a manner he couldn't control.

She didn’t release him from her embrace until after some seconds. He fell right on the bed, exhausted.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he removed his hands from his face. "I fucking love you," he said to the woman on top of him.

"No, you don't," she said as she rolled off him onto the bed and lay on her back. "You only love what I can do.

"We should do this more often," he said as he looked at her.

"We aren't having enough sex, based on the nature of our relationship?" She shot him a look of surprise.

"Exactly! That's what I would like to change, the nature of our relationship," he said as he eagerly awaited her response.

She turned to face him and lay on her side. She held his chin with her right hand and said to him, "I work for your dad, and I screw you, I wouldn't want to change anything about that."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Well," she said as she removed her hand from his chin, "for one, I have a fiancé and I love him."

He sneered. "You don't seem to love him enough to not sleep with me, though."

She began to laugh, a laugh that seemed to annoy him, but he tried his best to hide it.

"And what's so funny?"

"Did I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone?" she asked rhetorically as she laughed.

He didn't reply.

"Tell me, how many girls have you had at your dad's company alone?"

He smiled at that.

"A lot, right?" she continued.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked.

"Would you stop going after other girls if we got together?" she asked.

"And you know your fiancé isn't going after other girls?"

"I most certainly do and that's why I'm with him. He'll provide stability and a good future for my kids."

"But that doesn't stop you from cheating on him?" He narrowed his eyes.

"You won't find me justifying my actions, it's just who I am; but I'm not cheating if he doesn't know about it," she replied.

"Damn, girl, remind me never to get on your wrong side," he said.

She drew closer to him and kissed him for a few seconds before she got off the bed. She opened the door to the bathroom but didn't close it after she was inside.

"Who will you be going to the party with tomorrow? Since you don't want people to see me with you," he asked.

There was no reply from the bathroom.

"Maybe bring your fiancé along?" he suggested. "I would like to meet him."

"He won't be around, and I won't like to see him anywhere near you."

"You're afraid I'm going to say something?"

She didn't reply.

"I told Paul about the party, by the way. Not sure he'll show up, but knowing how crazy he sometimes is, he might and I'm counting on it."

"Why?" she asked.

"I need him to piss my dad off more," he said with a sly grin. "I can't help but feel that my dad still likes him even after all he's done."

"He's his son," she said.

"So am I, and it's about time I got the respect I deserve in the company," he said and paused for a while. "It's been months now since my brother resigned as COO, but my dad won't replace him with me."

"You need to show him you're better than your older brother," she said.

"I know and I'm working on it."

"And if your dad doesn't get pissed off by his presence," she asked.

"That's possible," he said, "but it's a risk I'm willing to take."

She came out of the bathroom just as she had gone in, as naked as the day she was born.

He liked what he saw and thought to himself, that's why I keep coming back to her.

She began to gather her clothes from the different directions they had thrown them earlier before they had sex.

"I don't think your dad would be pissed at your brother's presence at the party," she said as she wore her bra.

"You think?"

"I know," she replied.

"Okay" he said, expecting her to reveal the reason behind her answer.

"I texted your brother on my way to your place," she said as she paid attention to his reaction. "Your dad asked me to."

"So, my dad wants Paul at the party," he said in a way that made her unsure if it was a question or a statement.

"It would seem so," she said.

She noticed that the expression on his face did not change except for the spasms displayed by his mouth. She had been with him for a while to know that it only happened whenever he was angry about something.

"You can use this to your advantage," she said to him.

"How?"

"You'll come up with something," she said as she zipped her skirt. "I know you will."

"Stay the night?" he asked apprehensively.

"Don't get too attached, I might hurt you," she said as picked her handbag from the floor.

"I'm fine with that,” he said, smiling.

She smiled too.

"Still leaving anyway," she said as she moved closer to him. "I have to do some things at home and still wake up early for work tomorrow since I'm not the boss's son."

She kissed him on the forehead and said, "see you tomorrow."

He watched as she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

He got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, opened water into the bathtub and got in.

He touched the wall beside him, it was covered with tiles with floral pattern design. He kept moving his left hand from one tile to another, as far as it could get to, as he looked intently at them. It was as though they could talk, and he sought answers from them.

He removed his hand from the wall and fully immersed himself in the almost full bathtub that was still rising with water from a tap.

When he came up some seconds later, he gasped for air; he wiped water from his face with his hands and turned off the bathtub's tap.

As his breathing returned to normal, he placed his head on the bathtub's rim as he stared at a light emitted by an aeroplane through his window.