Guilty Conscience

Guilty Conscience
Arabella’s POV

I stood under the shower for minutes without even touching my body, I kept thinking about the dark skinned man who took me far away from reality and back, each stroke that made my legs shook violently, he was too good and i couldn't help but crave for him in his absence, i held my breasts, wishing Conrad was as good as the dark skinned man who's cock was nothing short of beauty and perfection.

"Arabella, what the hell are you still doing in there?" Emilia's voice startled me out of my wild thoughts as I quickly scrubbed my body clean, i could still feel his touch on my skin, the marks he left weren't the ones that would heal that easily, a reminder of the freaky one-night stand that would always remain a secret between and my best friend.

I came out of the bathroom naked as I searched for my panties before two other girls entered the room with Emilia, they tried to turn away but I stopped them.

"We are all women, there's no need to act weird" I called out to them and they turned around, I felt so refreshed and happy as I stared at the morning sun rays that made my skin glow. In mere minutes, Emilia came with breakfast in bed, a tray of toast bread, wine, tea, and scrambled eggs, i kissed her passionately and dug right into my food without a care in the world while she kept staring at me.

I could feel her eyes digging deep into my skin while the other girls felt so comfortable on the bed, scrolling through endless videos of last night's party with the cheeks rising so high, I felt relaxed for a while until the thought of me being married jerked me back to reality.

"None of those videos should be posted!" I screamed, the girls were surprised and Emilia who was about to step out of the room quickly turned around.

"Why?, It was a fun party, wasn't it?" one asked with a confused look on her face, I tried to explain but I couldn't, I knew little about her, and spreading information about my marriage would only make it worse.

"You may post but any video of me in your phone should be deleted"

"It's my phone darling, you don't have such right to tell me what to do" she said back, her face forming into a deep frown.

"I have a reputation to protect young lady, i barely know who you are and I'm in dire need to protect my reputation, my family, and my career at all costs, don't you get that?" I asked, setting aside the tray as the issue should grow intense.

"Mrs Arabella, you can't tell me what to do, I have every right..."

"Camille!!!, It's enough! Take down the video for God's sake, she's my best friend and her reputation is also a priority for me!" Emilia stepped in, her voice bringing silence at once, the girls had a look of disgust on their faces before they deleted the video and walked out with a hiss, I felt embarrassed but remained calm.

"I'm sorry for their behavior, no video will ever get to the internet, I ensured of that" Emilia spoke softly, her words comforting me as my heart raced.

"What if the video goes out and Conrad sees it?, I just fucking committed adultery, I fucked a stripper, Emilia, you did nothing to stop me!" I screamed at her as he reality of my past actions slowly took form, my heart was heavy with guilt, how could I even look at Conrad with a straight face, knowing I fucked another guy in his absence.

"No one will ever hear about it, not even that abusive man you call a husband, don't you trust me?, don't you?" she inquired, her eyes staring deep into mine.

"Tell me, Arabella, do you fucking trust me or not?, If there's anyone who's going to confess anything to him, it would be you so I need to know if your head is in the game. I have kept some of your secrets over the years, what makes you feel I won't keep this?" she asked, her voice growing louder by the minute.

I kept staring at her eyes but couldn't say a word as I kept thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong in a minute if any of this got out.

"I'm asking you a question, Arabella, do you trust me or not?" Her question rang deep in my head and in that moment, I drew her close and pressed a kiss on her lips, the flavor of her lip gloss filling my mouth as she held my neck, returning the romantic energy in that moment.

"I do trust you, Emilia, I trust you with my life, I'm just scared, I really am" I confessed with my eyes growing wet with tears but she wiped them off in a heartbeat.

"Then trust that nothing is going because I'm here for you, eat your breakfast dear" she ordered but barely staring at the food, I lost my appetite.

"I'm satisfied" 

"Good, then we'd better get going, you're returning home to where you truly belong" she revealed at once as she sat down close to her makeup table, applying her face cream.

"Conrad won't want to see me, he's still pissed at me, I doubt if he will let me in" I expressed my fears and the look she gave to me was surprising, her eyes like those of a vulture.

"You are his wife and Conrad of all people must understand that, you're the daughter of a rich mogul, your name is more powerful than that of Conrad and not even marriage can suppress that kind of power. You're going home and I will watch Conrad give you the love and care that you deserve" she said boldly.

"But..."

"There are no buts here, get dressed in one of my dazzling outfits, no questions, no delay," she said, pressing her hand against my lips.

I watched her drag me from the room to the garage and right into her car before we zoomed off, I took a deep breath as we drove past the streets leading to the mansion, my emotions were on high alert.

"Be a calm girl, Emilia has your back here" she whispered as she honked at the gate.

The guards accessed us and opened at once, not even Conrad could turn them against me, they worked for my father and they now serve me with all their hearts but still bend their will to that of Conrad's. I stepped out calmly and so did Emilia, we took some cold steps into the living room where I met my son, watching his favorite movie with a bowl of popcorn by his side.

"Michael!" I called his name gently but he was startled and in that moment where all I wanted was a hug from my baby, he rushed through the stairs, screaming "Dad!!!" I felt disappointed as I bowed my head in regret. Who had taken hold of my son?, was the question that rang deep in my head as Emilia held my hand.