Chapter 10 What's this?
~Haven.
Walter kept getting more distant with each day that passed.
More unpredictable, more further away ... .but somehow he still managed to have sex with me at every chance he gets.
Not that I don't like it… I do…at least I finally get to call his name when he's inside me.
I know I want that….but at the same time, I want answers.
And somehow, Walter always manages to slip out of my hands like he has grease all over him.
Anytime I ask for answers, he tells me “You already know it.” Or he just hits me with that silence that forces me to keep my mouth shut or worse. Sometimes, he's not even there when I wake up.
He just leaves…..
Sigh.
I walked into the living room, tying my hair into a bun.
I hate this place.
The silence….the loneliness…it was eating me whole.
How isolated the rooms were was a constant reminder of what had happened. How I'd lost my man to Hannah.
But at least I get to have sex with him…. and maybe one day, I'll carry his child.
Buzz buzz. My phone rang.
I picked up my phone like I'd been waiting for someone to call.
I was.
“Hi,”Walter said.
“Oh, hi,” I answered.
“Wanna come?” He asked.
I cleared my throat. “Will you be home after…. You know? We need to talk. We really do,” I whispered.
“Alright. I'm waiting,” he answered. A smile escaped my lips, I pressed the phone on my skin. “Do you want anything on my way?”
“You. I want you. I miss you,” he whispered before cutting the line.
It felt like I was going to explode with happiness.
Walter agreed to finally have a conversation with me….and he said he misses me.
What could possibly go wrong?
……..
I walked into the living room with a deep sigh escaping my lips.
I looked around, but there were no signs of Walter.
I stared blankly at the television when ….
“Hi, Mrs. Walter. When did you get back? Are you fully back now?” He asked, his brown hair longer than it was the last time.
The cook's loose apron rested around his waist and he still looked directly into my eyes.
Something about the way he looked at me made my stomach turn.
He apologized it was “unintentional” last time but there he was, doing it again.
He didn't know I wasn't Hannah. I couldn't drop the act either.
What excuse would I have for always dropping by? Even the rats in the house would definitely know we were having sex.
“Excuse me,” I said, walking away.
I heard his steps behind me, like he was following me, but I didn't want to believe it.
I walked into the rest room and shut the door behind me.
Yes, there I was, avoiding my sister's cook because I am sleeping with her husband.
Best life, isn't it?
Thanks dad.
Leaned on the door, taking deep breaths .. . trying to get my head together when I noticed the door knob turned.
What?
Was he trying to look at me?
My heart raced.
There was something off about the cook and it seemed almost impossible to lay my hand on it.
I stopped back and opened the door, hoping to find him there but he was gone.
I can swear someone was trying to open the door.
“Baby!” Walter called, walking towards me from the stairs. “sorry I stepped out to get something,” he said.
“Were you the one who turned the knob while I was in?” I asked.
Walter shrugged. “No,” he answered.
“I think the cook…..” I paused.
“What's wrong with him? He already left. I told him to get something.” Walter answered.
Maybe I was just imagining things.
It's probably just all in my head.
I cleared my throat and smiled. “Hi,” I said.
Walter, without hesitating, pulled me into his arms and cupped my ass. “We can do it. Right here,” he whispered.
“Here?” I asked, brows creased. My eyes were locked with his.
“Mason is gone. I mean ..he's the only reason we might want to hide,” he smirked, his grip tightened around me.
Before I could agree, Walter bent me over before pushing in his rock hard cock.
I moaned, he thrusted…. I screamned…my legs were shaking…
It lasted for a while before he pulled out to release even though he had a condom on.
He was avoiding my pregnancy like a plaque.
I was still trying to catch my brother when he handed me a towel.
“Clean yourself up,” he said.
The excitement in his voice had vanished and all that was left was the unapproachable man I used to know.
My shirt was undone and my trousers were still on the ground when I ran after Walter.
“You promised you were going to have a conversation with me.”
I was starting to hate the fact that it looked like I was forcing myself on him.
Walter didn't care….or maybe he does and I'm the one who doesn't see it.
It just feels so strange… I need him to love me…to care.
Or am I asking for too much.
“Put something on,” he said, gesturing towards the blonde man who sat on the living room couch.
My heart hit my chest.
I was almost naked.
My hands caught my buttons, rushing to fix them.
For some reason, the man wouldn't take his eyes off me. I just wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole.
Walter walked away, comfortably… like nothing had happened. Like another man hasn't just heard or maybe seen us have sex.
……
“Why didn't you tell me there was someone there?” I asked, walking into the room.
Walter's calmness irritated me.
He cared less. Too less.
“I forgot,” he said casually without sparing me a glance.
You forgot? I scoffed.
Oh please.
“How long has he even been there!” I screamed. Maybe that would bring him to understand how I felt but he didn't.
It was starting to feel like I was dealing with a psychopath.
“He came in with me,” Walter answered.
For a minute, it felt like my head was going to explode.
I was right.
He heard us …he saw us.
But Walter? He didn't budge, he didn't flinch.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that? He fucks bitches too doesn't he? So what's bad if sees me fuck mine?” he asked.
And that was when I knew whatever Walter had for me, it wasn't LOVE.