CHAPTER FOUR

Defeated

*Julie*

It was crazy thinking about what took place between Mr. Murphy and me. I never wanted to think about the moment I kissed him but the amorous thoughts kept reflecting in my head, making me uncomfortable. It was most painful that I loved kissing him which was the sad part. I was meant to dislike him but I couldn’t. The more I resisted him, the more I was beginning to spend more time thinking about his proposal as if I’d been spellbound with his magic.

The billionaire gave me just two days and I was already seeing myself waking up on the second day which was the day I was expected to give him my reply. Nothing prevented me from declining outright but I discovered that it was the most difficult answer because I’d already thought of the betterment of my life if I finally end up fucking him and having the money as a reward. It was insane imagining myself in the arms of another man, especially when I never allowed my fiancé to touch me for over six years. According to my plans, I wanted to start making love to my hubby starting from my first wedding night but it was unfortunate that I had to have sex with Mr. Murphy before my wedding; that’s if I should accept his indecent proposal. It would be kinky having intimacy with him; therefore, I still had to remain the good girl for my man.

I couldn’t show Jeff the diamond ring because I’d never lied to him for the first time. I found it hard to tell him that I bumped into the billionaire in a shop which wasn’t how it happened. What if he discovers that I lied? How could I free myself from the jinxed fabrication? My head was spinning with questions without answers but I still had to confront the situation and fight over it.

As I was still thinking of how to go about it, I heard the droning sound of Jeff’s footsteps approaching.

I ran quickly into the bedroom, snuggled myself in the duvet of my bed, and lay still as if I was sleeping.

I felt his footstep as he came closer to me. I shut my eyes wild to toughen my pretense.

Jeff sat beside me and stroked my hair, “In a couple of days, we’d be going down the aisle together,” he said and hummed a wedding tune, “I bless the day I found you,” he added in a sweet voice.

His words sounded like an accusation, making the guilt of my action and inaction dawn on me at the moment. At that point, I felt like coming out clean to tell him everything, but remembering my last discussion with him concerning his consideration to be gainfully employed in one of the billionaire’s firms, I kept my mouth shut. I just wanted to avoid destroying his chances of having a better life which was needed for the perpetuity of our family life when we finally get married.

I turned and faced him with tears in my eyes.

I had both tears of pity and remorse in my eyes. “Darling,” I called and felt the softness of his goatee, “I love you,”

“I love you more,” he replied and pulled me into a kiss.

As I kissed him, I remembered kissing Mr. Murphy at the Deli which was the last thing I wanted to think about. That thought made me feel as if my man would get the taste of another man’s lips on me. I pulled away and feigned smiles.

“There is something I want to tell you,” I said benignly without even knowing when I said that.

“I’m all ears,” he responded quickly and ready to hear me out.

It was then I realized that I was in trouble, not knowing why I even said I wanted to tell him something. The only word I could find in my mind was to tell him everything but when I opened my mouth to force it out, I said: “The billionaire gave me a diamond ring worth two million dollars each. According to him, it’s for our wedding. I bumped into him at a shopping mall downtown,”

Jeff was filled with utmost happiness even without thinking about the implication of the gifts that were being showered on us.

“Can I see it? Can I see it, please?” he wailed hilariously and started dancing around.

His actions forced my frowns into smiles because of the contagiousness of his celebratory mood.

I went to the wardrobe and brought out the ring encased in an exotic small box. “This is it,” I said as I handed it over to him.

Jeff’s happiness knew no bounds as he admirably took a look at the beautiful rings. He started rehearsing how he’d put the ring on my finger. This got him so happy but got me showered with guilt.

“We owe this angel our lives. How can we repay him?” he asked with extreme joy.

‘We can repay him through allowing him to fuck my pussy before you do’. I thought and hissed regrettably at his ignorance.

“Well, he’s a good man and we owe him a lot but little gifts are okay, not our lives,” I said, trying to correct the erroneousness of his impression.

“It’s not enough, but we can…” A beep from his cell phone made him pause. Checking through his phone he was so happy to take the call, “the talk of the devil calls,” he said gleefully.

After a conversation with him, he hung the call and pulled me into a hug.

“What’s that for?” I asked knowing full well that the mysterious man may have made another promise just to make me accept his offer.

The clock was ticking away to the deadline of my chances to give him my replies. He was probably trying to force my hands and make me accept his proposal. Jeff had always been the major target to get to me, so he was possibly doing so at the moment.

“He’s inviting us for the movie tonight as part of our pre-wedding outings with him,” he said and bunched his hand into a fist out of happiness.

“It’s okay,” I said and feigned a smile. I got up quickly because I was getting more uncomfortable staying around Jeff at the moment especially feeling shamefaced because of my involvement with someone we couldn’t wake up to discover that he was a mirage in our lives.

I entered the restroom and pretended as if I wanted to use the convenience but I wanted to call Mr. Murphy on the phone and know why he decided to call my fiancé first for such an outing. Any of Mr. Murphy’s actions must carry with it a consequence or two.

About five times, I dialed his number but he never took my call. The fifth attempt got me angry because I didn’t want to stay long in the restroom to avoid any suspicion from Jeff.

As I was about to come out from the toilet, Murphy called me back. I took the call quickly with my hands placed on the door to avoid intrusion.

“Why weren’t you taking my calls?” I whimpered in a low tone.

“I was busy then. Why haven’t you replied to me yet?” he asked.

“That wasn’t why I called,” I said stubbornly to make him know that I wasn’t happy with him. “Why did you invite us for a movie?”

He paused and didn’t reply forthwith. My observation at the moment was that he was feeling happy about the confusion he created for me.

“It’s because I want to see you one more time,” he replied after taking his time, “If I’d invited you without him, he’d suspect that there is something fishy. I had to include him in my plans to erase all traces,”

I couldn’t imagine such a man who could stop at nothing to see his objectives actualized to the latter.

“You’re such a nuisance,” I politely insulted, “but we could have arranged something other than this. He may know that something is going on,”

I felt like hanging up the call but I was also eager to hear more from him; at least to give the devil his due, so I stayed on the call.

“Do you need more money?” he asked sounding so sure from the other side of the telephone.

“The one you gave me remains untouched,” I proudly said to let him know that I wasn’t banking on his benevolence, “you can still have it back if you wish,”

“I’ll give you more tonight,” he promised and hung up without giving me the chance to decline his offer.

I dialed his phone number severally but all to no avail, so I deleted the call history and came back into the bedroom.

I discovered that Jeff wasn’t there anymore. Checking the time, it was almost evening period, meaning that we had to be on our way to the movie but Jeff was there still. I took my phone and dialed his number severally but he wasn’t taking his calls. I became worked up and fidgety as I roamed the house without knowing how and where to locate him.

Taking a walk, I sauntered on the road anxious to know his whereabouts but there was no trace of him.

I took my phone to dial 911 and alert the police, and then I saw him alighting from a taxi that stopped in front of the house. I heaved a deep sigh of relief and went back into the apartment feeling so angered.

When he got into the house, he rushed quickly towards me and held me for comfort, trying to abate my anger. “I’m so sorry sweet, but I had an emergency call, so I left the house without letting you know. I came to look for you but you were in the restroom, so I left abruptly. I’m so sorry for that,” he apologized.

“Where did you go to?” I grumbled.

“I went to buy a dress for you so that you’d look outstanding tonight,” he said and brought out a sweet prom gown.

It was then that I became happy again and rushed towards him to hug him but I was daunted when I noticed a print of pink lipstick on his shirt. I didn’t tell him anything because I already knew that he must have gone to see a woman. He probably decided to shop for a dress to avoid getting suspicious questions from me.

What kind of emergency call could make him leave the house without even telling me, even if it warranted shouting it; I could have heard from the restroom. He could have come to knock on the door of the restroom but he didn’t. His story wasn’t connecting and I wasn’t gullible to buy such a cheap lie.

“Thanks for the dress,” I said smilingly but pretentiously. I and collected the dress.

I was happy that he bought a cloth for me but was so disturbed that the angel I’d been dating for many years may be seeing another woman. That was demoralizing.

With sadness, I took the dress into my room and sat wearily on the bed thinking through what could have happened between my man and the other girl. I cried in that solitude. I couldn’t just check the fit of the dress on me because I was assured that it could be the other girl that chose the dress for him at the boutique.

As I was having flashes of annoying thoughts looming in my head, I got a text message from Mr. Murphy.

Angrily, I took the phone to read the text but discovered that he just sent a blank message without contents. I already knew he was counting down so it was a way of reminding me of the deadline that was around the corner.

I didn’t want to contact him, but thinking of the pink lipstick made me reply to him with two words “I’m in,”

When the text message was about to be sent out, I suddenly changed my mind which made me try canceling the message delivery but it was already sent. I felt sad at first but later accepted whatever would come out of it. After all, Jeff was seeing another lady even after proposing marriage to me.

That night, I took my time to dress seductively like someone going to a nightclub. I was beginning to feel that I wanted to do something crazy just to make Jeff pay for having an affair with another woman. I wasn’t sure if I’d fuck the billionaire but I was sure of being very angry at Jeff. I was pushed severally by emotion to confront him with rains of accusations but I kept deterring myself from doing that just to be mature about my reactions.

When Jeff waited for long without seeing me, he came and knocked at my door but I didn’t talk to him but remained calm while I dressed up. I took my time to apply the makeup even more than I’d ever done. I was gradually making up my mind to fuck Mr. Murphy because of the lipstick prints on Jeff’s cloth.

I took the last sweeping glance around the room to ensure that I was forgetting nothing before I stepped out of the room.

When Jeff saw me, he was impressed but not sure why I rejected the cloth he bought for me.

“Honey, I guess this one fits more,” he said smilingly.

His statement that was meant to bring an inflow of happiness triggered anger. I expected him to feel sad about rejecting his offer of the new dress but he acted oppositely. One thing I disliked about him was that he accepts everything even when he’s right and meant to defend his stands.

“Let’s go,” I blurted and started leaving even without waiting for him to hold me as we stepped out.

He began to notice that I was acting a bit awkward but his tongue was clung to the roof of his mouth, making him quiet and numb that he couldn't say anything.

Immediately we stepped out of the house, I saw a Rolls Royce Phantom of the latest model parked at the parking lot opposite my house. Suddenly, the door opened and I saw Sniffer rushing towards me. I was convinced that Mr. Murphy was at it again.

I squatted and caressed the beautiful dog which got my fiancé confused.

“That’s Mr. Murphy’s dog, so this should be his car. Let’s start going. The driver waits,” I said to him.

He looked suspiciously at me because he knew that I don’t keep dogs but couldn’t understand why I had so much interest in the dog belonging to the kingpin. Well, the Jeff I knew would not ask questions but accept everything as usual.

The tall blonde driver in a white uniform came down and opened the door for us. We got into the car and felt the pleasant welcome offered by the gentle breeze from the air conditioner. The ever-happy and playful dog closed the gap that would have been created by the boredom of silence on our way to the movies. The driver drove off to the cinema while we admired the exoticness of the sweet car.

When we got to the cinema, I was shocked to see ‘Murphy Movies’ boldly written on the billboard. It was then I started wondering if he was in control of the entire notable investments in the US.

When we finally met Murphy, I noticed the great happiness that made him exchange pleasantries with almost everyone around. It was obvious that he was so beatified by the fact that I accepted his deal.

I suddenly stopped feeling the tension about Murphy’s proposal especially when I saw him on that figure-hugging t-shirt and blue jeans which made him look so sweet and young. His real age was evident on him that evening, making me know why he was having such exuberance that gave him the guts to keep fighting to have my attention. I suddenly felt relaxed as we went in for the movies.

In a jiffy, we were seated in the theater and ready to start enjoying the moment. The theme of the movie was ‘Infidelity’. The name rang a bell in my mind’s eye but not sure why it was the perfect choice made by the billionaire. It was a powerful movie and an interesting one too. It was then that I knew the exact reason why Murphy secured the movie tickets for us. In the actual sense, I was his target.

I sat in between my man and Mr. Murphy. Jeff’s hand crossed over my shoulder while his attention was glued to the movie.

Murphy was busy on me all through and I couldn’t say a word or stop him; to avoid arousing Jeff’s attention. The movie was an adult one with lots of sex scenes but the entire time that the movie lasted, Murphy’s hand kept coming to my lap even to the point that I got horny for him right there where I was seated next to Jeff. I tried to avoid him but he kept making his advances secretly. The entire seductive actions from him were swept under the carpet of the noise coming from the movie while the darkness of the theater offered him a shield.

Since I was putting on a very hot mini gown, it was easier for his hand to travel up to my thigh until he began to gain entrance to my pubic region which started getting me so dripping wet for him. I didn’t even know when I began to part my legs to allow his hand to get closer to my panties.

When Murphy noticed that I was seduced, he intensified his caresses and forced my legs to part. He raised my skirt a bit up until he began to feel the wetness of my kitty through my G-string panties. At this point, I wished that I could simply delete Jeff from my side and get humped by the seducer who already got me enchanted with his magical hands. His romance took away my attention from reality to fantasy leaving me helpless and wishing for more. From the way I felt that night, even if I wasn’t offered a dime for a night with him, I’d have given all I had just to have a one-night stand with him.

The river of passion flew through me while I tried hard to avoid grabbing his cock that was already creating a bulge in his trousers. I was simply restless to the point that Jeff almost caught me in the act but a kiss I implanted on his cheek drifted him away from suspicion to sexy smiles.

I had to summon much self-control just to remain astute and hard-to-get, to avoid falling so cheap for the stranger that suddenly appeared in my life to get it twisted. As I fought through the ordeal trying to make him stop killing me softly, the movie ended. I got up quickly and began to leave the theater while Jeff chased after me trying to ascertain what was wrong with me.

I didn’t tell him anything but simply lied saying that I was sleepy with heavy eyes and needed to have some rest. In an actual sense, I was running away from the daring hands of the enchanter that finished me up with erotic desires.

I got home that very night and cozied up against the duvet. I forced myself to sleep but I was simply busy doing nothing. The more I tried to force him out of my head, the more I wanted to feel the horniness that enshrouded me when his hands were busy getting me wet and feeling overtaken by libido in a wink.

As I twirled in the bed, I slept off.