Chapter 57 Confused (9)
Lily's POV
We were making wild love everywhere and every day before we left for work and whenever we returned. Love was sweet like honey gotten from a hive. I just didn't realize it would hurt this much.
"What's wrong, Bradley?" I asked, noting his face when he received a call one evening.
"My boss changed plans." His brows twitched as he caressed his temple.
"What plans?"
He sighed, laying by my side while he pulled me close. "I hadn't voiced this to you 'cause I thought it wasn't important. My boss wanted someone who would go with him on a two-day trip. Initially, he picked his secretary. But she had called in sick, and now I'm to take her place." Bradley explained to me.
While he explained, my fingers toyed with the hairs surrounding his chest down to his tummy. When he had first made love to me in my house, the hair hadn't been this massive on his chest.
How had they suddenly grown when next we made love at his place?
"Are you listening to me?" He tilted my chin.
"Yeah, I am. Is your boss a man or a woman?" I chipped in.
He eyed me carefully, cocking one brow over the other. "I don't understand. What does that have to do with my trip?"
"Just answer me." I coyed, slapping his cheek playfully.
"I always tell you about my work.. every day." His tone was mocking.
"But you don't talk about your boss often." I plunged on. "Common, Bradley, don't be like this. It's just a question."
"It's a man," he smirked, enjoying the way my lips spread into a smile.
I nodded gleefully to that. He leaned forward and tickled my waist. "You're jealous of my boss stealing me from you?"
I laughed, recoiling from his tickling whilst slapping them off. "I'm not."
"You are," he grabbed me, pulling me close as he continued his persistent touching.
"Stop tickling me, Bradley. Stop it," I chuckled, pushing my back into him.
I could feel his growing bulge brushing my bum, I hummed as his hands crawled into my dress. I sighed, adjusting myself to create a suitable entrance for his hand.
"How about this?" His hand cupped my breasts, flickering one puckered nipple after the other.
"This is ...better," I moaned.
"Yeah," he sucked on my ear, peeling my dress up to reveal my backside. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asked me.
"A million times," I looked behind me to meet his gaze.
He kissed me lightly. "I can never get tired of telling you how beautiful you are."
"When are you leaving?" I asked him as he pulled out his boner from his robe.
I was ready for him, angling my butt in a position that would grant easy penetration. He held me tighter by my waist, holding me closer.
"In an hour."
My body froze and he sensed it. Ignoring that to be one of my silly plays, he kissed his staff at the entrance of my public region. I rolled out from the bed, slapping his stick away.
"In an hour and you are just telling me this now?" I stormed.
"Oh, Lily, please," Bradley fell to his back on the bed, his rod bobbing to that effect.
"You are leaving in one hour and you want to put....that..thing in me like all is well?" My eyes blazed. I was furious. Didn't he think about how this might affect me, leaving me all to myself - alone in his house?
He sat up. "I'm pained as well, Lily. It's just impromptu, out from the blues. You can't blame me!"
"Are you yelling at me now because I asked a simple question?"
"Lily, what the hell is wrong with you?" He was beginning to sound irritated.
"No, what the hell is wrong with you? You are going on a two-day trip and you want to act like I will be fine, just like that." I shrugged.
"Common, Lily. You know I will miss you so much, that was why I wanted to do this with you." He was trying to stay calm.
Since we had been living together, we were beginning to notice the ugly sides of either of us. I was quick to anger and he hated that about me. I was also frightened by memories from the past, and that as well was managed.
He had his ugly sides as well, he could go days without telling me any of his plans or secrets unless I pushed him to it. He didn't feel they were that necessary to be revealed.
If it weren't for that particular call, he probably wouldn't have told me anything.
"Oh, so it is this you want?" I asked, shoving up my dress to reveal my pussy.
He touched his head again, while his other hand stroked his cock. "I'm hard for you, Lily." He groaned.
"Stroke yourself then." I moved away from him.
He smiled as he pulled himself up from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and returned freshly shaved, and bathed.
We didn't talk to each other even as he dressed up. Then with one silent curse, he dragged me towards me when I tried to walk past him.
"I can't be mad at you for a long time, baby. If it were in my power, I would turn this trip down." He huffed into my ears.
"That's not an excuse, Bradley," I replied to him.
"I mean it, Lily. I'm sorry. I will miss you so much. But I promise I will be back if there are any changes." He pecked my cheek before letting me go.
I simply regretted my actions. I pulled his hand, leaned into him, and hugged him. "I'm sorry, Bradley. I shouldn't be pissed about you making love to me, it's just that....,"
"I know," he interrupted me. "I know but I'll be back soon and I'll make up for all of this." He assured me.
His voice was warm and soothing. "You mean it?"
"I do," he replied, pasting his lips on my lips.
When he left, I stood on the sidewalk watching the fleet of cars driving past me. And with a heavy sigh, I started the walk back home.
The night was pretty long, I told myself as I looked at the clock and returned to bed.
It was barely midnight, and I wished dawn would break so I would be out of the house.
Something was sliding up my thighs beneath the duvet cover, and I stirred, pulling my legs away.
It could be an insect, one of those stubborn flies, maybe.
Again, it brushed close to my vagina. My hand reached downwards and touched something.
What if it was a snake? I asked myself.
My eyes fluttered open, and I jerked my head up. Two pairs of eyes were staring at me.
My heart jumped into my mouth. I reached out to switch on the bed lamp and wrenched my eyes to the figure before me.
"Bradley?"
He smirked.
That couldn't be Bradley. He said he was going on a trip. Why was he back and sneaking back on me like a ghost?
I recognized the thin line beneath his left eye. Then I knew it wasn't Bradley. I rolled out from the bed but with one powerful stride, he grabbed my waist, pulling me to himself.
"Sorry love, I couldn't afford to apply some makeup to my scar anymore. It's high time we meet." He groaned.
I recognized that familiar coarse groan. His breaths were hard, heavy, and ragged. And the way he held me - hands on my boobs, mouth to my hair, and groin pressed against my butts.
It was Bobby.
How did he get in?
Ugly, terrible memories were coming back to me now.