Eva
My ex, my first and only high school sweetheart, Conorcheated on me several times with a girl who he described as"just a neighbour who had a crush on him over a year ago". We saw, once, eye to eye but she didn't even have any conscience to break things off with him.
So, I did.
And I told myself that I'd never be like her, or any girl that sleeps with other people's boyfriends while knowing that they have a girlfriend. I hated girls like that. But that all changed when we met again. Him. Mr. Shawn Bradley. My best friend's brother.
People worshipped Mr. Bradley. He was a billionaire. His face was on billboards, Television, social media, everywhere. Ladies wouldn't stop going on about how dreamy and sexy Mr. Bradley was. And that made it harder to forget what happened between us. Even more, now that he was just a few feet away from me at my best friend's father's funeral.
"I am so sorry for your loss, Kiki. I pray this doesn't affect your performances at college." One of Kiki's aunts, expressed, placing her hands on Kiki's shoulders.
Kiki gently brought them off her shoulders. "I'll be fine, aunty. You don't have to worry about me." She said, voice cracking and forcing a smile.
I stood beside Kiki throughout the day to show my support. She didn't deserve to go through such pain. She was very close to her father than she was to her mother. So loosing him was a big deal for her. But she pretended to be strong.
"Hey, you can let out the waterworks, it's okay. He was your dad, you don't have to pretend to be strong." I told Kiki, turning to face her as I held both her hands.
She stared at me for a while, then I saw them. Tears. Slowly rolling down her cheeks. "Thank you. For being here with me and for me." She said, crying and laughing slightly at the same time.
"We're best friends, Kiki. You don't have to thank me. I'll always be here for you."
Then we hugged. And just as we broke away from our hug, he approached us. Why. Was. He. Approaching. Us?
"Girls," he said with a soft smile.
Hearing his deep calm baritone voice again turned me on.
He raised his glass at us as he approached us. I knew what wine he was having. He always liked the prestigious "first growths" from Bordeaux. Château Lafite to be precise. And his perfume, he basically asked for the flavour of the monthwith a unique twist so he stands out. I knew everything about this man, it was disgusting. But he always did find it hot.
"How have you been holding up, Kik's?" Shawn asked, hugging his baby sister.
"It's dad's funeral and what everybody seems to care about is me not flopping in school because of this." Kiki said, a bit agitated as she pulled away from her brother's embrace, wiping away the tears on her face.
"Have you spoken to mum yet? I can't believe she's not herefor dad's funeral." Kiki continued. She sounded rather annoyed than concerned.
"Well, they are divorced." Shawn said in his mother's defence.
"How convenient." She retorted.
We stood there for a few in silence and in that moment, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Shawn didn't even bat an eye at me. No side glances. Nothing.
"How's Susannah?" Kiki asked, breaking the silence.
Susannah. Susannah Bradley. The wife I had no idea about by the time what happened between Shawn and I happened.
"She's somewhere talking to some of the guests." He answered. Then he cleared his throat. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, pumpkin."
"I'm not." She took in a deep breath. "But I'll be fine." Then she pulled me in close for a tight hug. "I've got my bestie, Eva."
I smiled, chuckling lightly. It was in that moment that Shawn and I locked eyes. For the first time since a year. There and then, my mind took me back to that night. The night he begged me to be his. The night he told me he would fuck my stupid ex out of my head. The night he laid me bare in his matrimonial bed and made love to every single inch of my body.
But that was the past and this was the present. A year later and he had forgotten how I tasted. A year later and he wouldn't even say something, anything, to just me.
"Excuse me," I managed, gently pulling away from Kiki's embrace, voice cracking. I couldn't handle the way he treated me, seeing him again, after all this time. I was jealous. He prided his wife now? He didn't even mention her then and when I proposed he did have a wife, he denied her very existence.
I made my way to the bathroom, about to cry my eyes out when the door opened. And standing behind me, from the mirror's reflection, was him. Mr. Bradley.
"'You'll never see me again, Shawn. Just forget about me and focus on your wife.' Those were the last words you said to me, Eva Sutton. Why are you here, fully aware that I'd be present at my father's funeral?"
I didn't turn around to face him. "I'm here for your sister."
He paused, then he continued.
"Been quite some time. How are you doing?"
"How are you doing?" Was he really going to be that formal with me?
I answered anyway, "Never been better." I still didn't turn around.
"Come on, look at me." He demanded politely.
And his words took me back to the morning we made loveeven though he was late for a meeting. He demanded that I looked at him as he slowly thrusted in and out of me. This man was definitely making it hard to maintain my resolve.
"Why?" I asked, trying so hard not to break. I waited for his reply but none came. Instead, I felt him, moving closer to me.
By the time he got too close, I could feel the hair on my body stand up.
I cleared my throat. "What do you—?"
Before I could finish my sentence, he gently lifted my hair and dropped it to the side. His hands weren't on my skin yet but I could sense them. That alone, made a single tear drop roll down my thigh.
Then his hands slid to the back of my dress and for one fleeting moment, I thought he was about to have a quicky with me before the toast, but—
"Your zip wasn't all the way up." He said flatly, pulling my zip closed.
My heart shattered and steadied all at once. Shawn use to pull my zip down, sometimes passionately, other times, he'd lack the patience and just rip my clothes apart, and the next day, he'd anonymously send new pair of clothings to my dorm.
But now, he was pulling my zip up. All the way up.
"See you out there, Sutton." He paused, holding the door handle with the door partly opened. "Oh, by the way, I can smell your pheromones." He announced without turning to look at me.
Just a whiff of my pheromones always gave Mr. Bradley a huge hard on. So the next comment I made was quite the gamble.
I turned to face him, but he was still not facing me. "Why don't you go look at your wife and maybe your dick would go soft."
He started laughing. Uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" I asked, feigning nonchalance. But I knew that if he was laughing, that hard, I was wrong about the hard on.
"My dick is as soft as a cheese cake."
I was wrong.
"See you out there, Sutton." He winked, then exited.
Once I heard the door shut behind me, I sagged against the sink. This was how much of an effect he had on me.
I splashed some water on my face, prepping to leave the solitude that was this bathroom, because out there, I would face my harsh reality again.
When I finally walked out, I found Kiki by the window side. I hoped I hadn't been gone for too long.
"Where have you been, Eva? I needed you." She muttered.
"Bathroom," I said quickly.
Then she said other things. But I wasn't listening to her. Instead, I was watching him. I watched him move everywhere, greeting everyone, with his lovely wife. She was perfect. Beautiful. She was elegance itself. But above all, shewas his, and I wasn't.
Just then, she hit her spoon against her glass, clearing her throat for an announcement.
"A-hem. Can I get everyone's attention?"
The people gathered began quieting down.
Her eyes were locked on Shawn, smiling as she made her announcement.
"I wasn't going to tell Shawn, but, loosing his dad, on such a short notice, gathering here for the loss of a renowned life, I thought to myself, now might be the perfect time."
I saw the look on Shawn's face. He had no idea what his wife was about to say. And it rattled his nerves.
"Shawn and I, have been married for five years, some of you wouldn't know that, but it's true. And in during that period, we tried to hard, to get a baby."
By now, everyone already got the hint of what she was about to say.
"We mourn a life, but now, join me to celebrate a new life." She walked over to Shawn. "I'm pregnant, baby."
He smiled and everyone began cheering then on. He even brought himself to give her a kiss, a passionate one.
But I saw through him. He didn't want her. He didn't want to be sharing this moment with her.
It was at that point that I couldn't recognise myself any longer. I craved another woman's husband. And I wasn't planning on staying away until he tasted me again.