Of Lovers and Cheaters

“I did what you wanted,” she said, staring at him in the eye. “I was angry at you for getting me pregnant, but I resented myself for letting it happen. I wished you to go away, but I guess I couldn’t let go.”

“Why do we have to go through this again, Rita?” he asked her.

“Because we were both responsible, and we both handled it badly.”

“Rita, I am sorry about my reaction when I found out about it all. But that’s behind us now, I hope.”

“Yes, it is, but there is a problem,” she took an exasperated sigh, wiped a thin film of sweat on her upper lip and continued. “I’m afraid I still love you. Hell, I love you.”

“Rita, we said we be friends. That’s what I can offer.”

“Yeah, I know that, especially after you have had a rump in the sack for old times’ sake.”

“This shouldn’t have happened, and we both know it.”

“You are such a selfish bastard, as you always were. It hurt like hell when I terminated the pregnancy knowing that I had also lost you. Where do I go? What do I do?”

“You’re a big girl, Rita; smart and intelligent. I am sure you will find a way.”

“You don’t seem to understand. It is LOVE, Steve. I’ve tried to move on, but I couldn’t. You always come out of the blue and get to me.”

“Please, I didn’t want this.”

“I may be that strong, Miss Independent, tough woman in public, but I am still a woman, a girl, deep inside, vulnerable and in need of love. Precisely said, I am plain weak, weak for you, Steve.”

“What makes you think I am any stronger?”

“I don’t know,” Rita replied plaintively.

“So, this is what all this meeting was all about, isn’t it?”

“For jove’s sake, I am woman, in case you haven’t noticed, and I have needs.”

“God, Rita. Cessy is a woman too, and Jackie, and in case you haven’t realized, I’m surrounded by women. So, I know what the lot of you look like.”

“Steve, I have tried to move on, a few guys, one-offs, and nightstands. None of those men has given a sense of permanence. God, you made me feel like a woman, and that’s what I want. I can see you in my room, in the tub; smell you as I do my hair. Cripes, I love you, Steve.”

“I’ve a family, Rita. A wife and a daughter I love very much.”

“What’s it that Cecilia has I don’t have? Shapely legs, probably. Big tits, obvious. Tighter cunt, I doubt. From what I know of her, of which I doubt you know, I wonder what I lack. Plus, I have brains on top of her.”

Steve smirked. “That’s my wife you are lambasting,” he said, hackles beginning to rise. “And I love her so much. Will that do?”

“Yeah, and that’s what you told me for three years.”

“Look, I loved you, and I still do, in a different way. Cessy makes me feel safe, she’s perfect for me.”

“And you are perfect for me. You turned me to this fantasy girl I barely knew. I love this girl. That’s what I want.”

Her eyes were drooling. Wait a minute – do eyes drool? Well, Rita’s did.

She saw the look on his face and she knew what was coming next. “See Steve, how weak I am?”

He trembled, and a tingling waltzed in his loins. “Please, we can stop this, when we both can.”

“What now? For old times’ sake, we’ve just had this truly ecstatic lovemaking I crave. Can’t we have another round?”

“Nothing more happens. This never happened.”

“But you just cheated on this Cessy wife woman you so much love.” She saw a frisson cross his face and she knew what it was. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her, but I want you, just a piece of you, on any reasonable terms. I won’t ask for more, or demand you leave your Cessy. And I’m too proud to play second fiddle. That won’t suit me. But Steve, honest-to-God, I love you.”

“What if I don’t want to see you again? You know I am going for governor this year.”

“Your loss,” Rita said. “And I guess Cessy knowing of this is not in your mind?”

“Cessy and I have no secrets,” he told her.

“Then that’s your problem. Go and empty your dirty little secret to her, and to the priest, but you just cheated on your wife.”

“Don’t you blackmail me, Rita.”

“Not in the least, sweetie. If I were, you’d have already coughed a few millions by now,” she said and gave him the wink.

As they continued talking, the pillow talk, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, he made a startling discovery – above the California King Bed he noticed a miniature surveillance camera.

What he, and she, did not know is that the camera was transmitting live to bank of monitors for a voyeurism club in their hotel-of-vanity’s top floor. Steve’s political rival and nemesis was a member, so was Rita’s lover, the vice president.

 

 

Copyright ©Elove, 2013

 

 

 



31 thoughts on “Of Lovers and Cheaters” by elovepoetry (@elovepoetry)

  1. @elovepoetry, this is nicely written. The dialogue kept me all through.weldone

    1. @basittjamiu… thanks for reading

    1. @Mimiadebayo…. wasn’t i grown up I would have been baptized and adopt the name ‘Aprreciation’. But all in all, Appreciation is my pseudo-middlename. I appreciate your stopping by and reading, and even leaving behind your view on my story…. Read more please.

  2. Like the ending….trouble is brewing

    1. @topazo… real trouble?!!

  3. Very engaging…

    1. Me too @raptureisforme…. I like it that you you like it.

  4. I really enjoyed this.

  5. Wow…Lines Like A Movie!!! Kudos.

    1. I love this @JaysPLANET… your comment has got me thinking

  6. Dialogue! I love dialogue in a story, this was well written and engaging. Great job!

    1. @Salliness… same here. Dialogue keeps me hooked to the story, and I like it.

  7. I’m glad some people have noticed the dialogue. I almost wished it was all dialogue. Nicely written.

    1. @jaywriter…. really?? maybe next time it would be.

  8. @elovepoetry love the story, love the way you write. Look forward to reading more stories you’ve written

    Please check out my story, and leave a comment good or bad if you like it. Would really appreciate the comment

    http://www.naijastories.com/2013/02/he-that-invades-the-house/

    1. @dkny111…. sure shalll. and thanks for reading

  9. Theme, dialogue, relevance of the subject matter to contemporary society…its all intact. There isn’t so much of narration. The story tells itself through catchy descriptions and short commentaries in the ways that mostly matter. What strikes me the most is your surprise ending- a major style widely associated with the master of short stories Guy de Maupassant. I read through this piece looking out more for errors and where I’ll hit you really hard -for the first time- but I failed to find any. So am falling back on my pride and instead of wrongly criticizing, and am saying “Well done, Well done, Well done” @elovepoetry.

  10. @doremi… I don’t think this was necessary …..”I read through this piece looking out more for errors and where I’ll hit you really hard…” if you were just after the errors…. only to be disapponted… oops!!

  11. lol so they are both in deep mess

  12. and real damn mess @yinkus101

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