Chapter 23

AUDREY'S POV.

“What do you mean he rejected you?” Mother shrieked in her office where I'd headed immediately I got home with the pack of panties in my hands.

“I don't know. He said he liked women who respected themselves and I'll never be like Sophia. He said that upholding her picture.” I faked a gag but I swore that the stern look on her face told me that she didn't buy it. She could tell I felt worthless and intimidated.

“You that's a lie, right? Sophia is always going to be a rag. Eating the crumbs that you leave on the ground for her. A useless dog!” She rattled, her frame shaking with rage and I made sure to keep a lot of distance between us. She can switch from caring or encouraging me to the monster whose anger blinded me.

Sometimes, I wondered if she really gave birth to me. Her rash actions and soliciting afterwards for my forgiveness weren't the kind I'd heard or read of about motherhood. Why was she different? Or was I punished with such a vile person because of my unquenchable sex drive? Mother had discovered years ago in high school that I couldn't keep a boyfriend because I wanted to fuck different boys at the same time and most times had sex several times in a day. She'd hidden it from my father and gotten me a doctor's prescription which she tells everyone is antidepressants.

It stabilized me for months but I missed the dose one day and slept with my driver and our Spanish chef within four hours. I was like a dog, insatiable. She had to subscribe to the doctor's advice and have me circumcised. It helped stabilize me because I couldn't know the feeling and did fake loud moans with every man I was with, including David. Now, I could actually go months without sex if I kept to my drugs and the effect of the circumcision.

“Ma!” I cried out when she started advancing close to me. Blubbers escaped my lips as I backed away, I couldn't race out because she didn't want our maids to know. How daft were they? Did everyone believe her lies?

“Ma, I did nothing wrong. I tried…” My words were lost to a resounding slap on my left cheek and then, she turned away from me. “I s-swear! I guess I'm losing my prime or my beauty but I'll work harder, I'll accept modelling deals and show him what he's missing out on.” I sobbed, talking between hiccups. The slap wasn't shocking but her constraint was. I guess convincing Dad the previous time wasn't so easy and she didn't want to mess up.

This was the second time she was constraining. She'd done that two evenings ago on the balcony and it made me feel like she was planning something worse but now, I believe it's about something else, I didn't miss the fear in her eyes after the slap.

“You'll leave him alone. Let Sophia have him. For now, focus on David and keep yourself fit. You'll be getting a movie role soon and your figure has to be intact.” She concluded, grabbed the door handle and left.

I gasped with my palms covering up my mouth. I didn't care what she was planning to do, I just wanted out. She treated me like a thing to executive her evil motives and I have no choice or she'll tell David how many men I'd slept with or take the company from me. I needed the company because I wanted Dad to be proud of me and I knew that her efforts to make me uninterested was only a way to get it herself.

Sophia. Mother. I want the company. Sophia is fighting in blind anger.

Mother had lots of connections, alliances and tactics.

I was just a helpless rag. Helping mother and making enemies.

Now, a movie? That's why she didn't want me dainted. It hurt more than an iron burn or physical pain she'd put me through. Knowing that she could hold herself from hitting me all these while but went on with it sadistically tore open the gates of my tear glands.

As I wept, I replayed every scene of torture I'd gone through in this office of hers, in my room, in the basement. How “playing with my friends” was her excuse to send me to the basement to be punished, how “sleepover” was her way of leaving me down there with whatever comes, how “weekend with her friends” was the perfect lie to have me spend three days of hunger and thirst down in the basement… and all these while, she could stop herself?

I didn't have a life or a man who loved and desired me because I'd been her puppet, doing everything she wanted up until now.

I know every one of my mother's secrets and I'd make sure I got revenge on her but I needed an extra hand. One who wanted revenge as much as I do.

Wiping my tears away, I dashed out of the room. I didn't have to go outrightly into working against my mother and I didn't also have to go with the enemy camp. I'll have both of them confused while I keep up my act. My mother raised an actress and that'll soon backfire against her.

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“Davie darling.” I cooed as I played with his beard. He never joked with these few strands of hair, always treating them and oiling them. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't one of those men blessed with lots of thick hair on their faces but he didn't care about the quantity but instead about how soft and easy on the palm he wanted it.

He liked me touching his hair whether it was his beard or his pubic hairs and I didn't mind at least, that was one thing I did with/to him that was not Sophia-inspired.

“Mmm.” He moaned as my hand travelled on his body, touching him sensually while he relished it. I stared at his face with his eyes shut in pleasure, waiting patiently for him to ask me if my silence even though I knew it'd be futile.

He wasn't an emotionally responsive man. He only responded to a woman's fingers and would do that to words if asked. I wonder how Sophia had loved this dick for four years, I guessed she'd gotten to used to his insensitivity and learnt to deal with it.

“Won't you ask me why I'm quiet?” I finally asked giving into his daft nature. His body jerked as my grip tightened around his erection. “Won't you?” I forced the words through gnashed teeth, tightening my grip more. His eyes flew open as he shook himself off my grip and scrambled some feet away, putting distance between us. I smiled, sadistically.

“What the fuck! What are you doing, Aud!” He yelled as he rubbed his flattened dick with a horrified expression.

“What's wrong with me?” I yelled back at him, my voice croaked making me sound like a man. “What's wrong with you? Fuck you.” My voice got louder and I was losing control. Fear flashed through his eyes.

I jumped out of the bed. “You're the man wrong with me. I come in here sad and grumpy and all you do is expect pleasure from me, you horny nutcase.” A lone tear dropped from my eyes.

“Am I just for sex?” My pettiness fazed and the wailing child in me cried out.

“What did you think this was to me?” He frowned at my teary face, edging upwards. “Fucking two hot sisters! So, you're for sex, weirdo but guess what? Sophia wasn't.” These were words that took me out making me slam his face into the wall and flee the room while wailing as I walked into the dark night.