It took Ben a couple of seconds to get his bearing and recall the most amazing night of his life. Light filtered through a crack in the blinds and he sat up, listening to the silence of the house, he knew Rita was gone.
The crazy woman...the crazy, beautiful and absolutely adorable woman. She was the only one that would run, leaving a man in her house. Having understood her shy side last night, Ben realized she was obviously avoiding the confrontation or goodbyes.
He turned on the bed and shoved his face in the pillow she'd used, not that she'd slept much. He'd had her three more time in the night and just perceiving her familiar scent was getting him hard again. Unbelievable.
Ben had fallen hard and desperately in love. He had no idea how that happened, especially with Rita. He would never have called that score. When he'd thrust into her bareback, he was aware of their medical state because Rita was conscientious that way. She'd insisted on tests, so he'd not been worried about diseases.
He'd wanted the condoms to protect her from pregnancy, but then...Ben couldn't recall ever being this mad for a woman. He couldn't recall being uncontrolled enough to give in to a woman's plea of not wanting protection, that had never happened. In fact, he'd been so careful that he lost interest if a lady suggested going bareback, especially after seeing his Lagos colleagues, young men, suffer from having to provide for illegitimate children.
But as he climaxed, dumping every drop of his semen into Rita, the four times they'd been at it, he'd had one thought foremost on his mind, that he wanted her pregnant. It'd been a crazy flash of thought but as he held her until her whimpers reduced, he held her and she fell asleep, he held her and realized that he really wanted her pregnant for him. That way, she'd be irrevocably tied to him and he'd have a chance of convincing her that he was bunkers for her.
Ben knew that if he told her now, it'd destroy everything. She didn't trust him enough for that confession and that was why he'd held his tongue while deep in her amazing pussy. It would be too sudden and out of the blues for her. It could have been for him but he finally acknowledged that he'd been interested in her in a roundabout kind of way. While he'd hated her nuisance and constant flirting, or thought he did, he'd been looking forward to it every week. He'd memorized her scent from the first day, had itched to smooth her untidy hair, had struggled to keep from smiling at her weird jokes...he got her jokes, an unbelievable fit if one asked his colleagues at the Lagos branch. For God's sake, she'd made him laugh the second day she'd come to his office.
Ben realized there was so much more he needed to know about her. So, when he read her note, placed on his pillow, about her getting an early work call and wouldn't be back until late, so he should drop the key in the potted plant beside her door, he smiled.
***
Rita had run. There was no denying the fact; she was too honest to lie to herself.
No doubt, there'd actually been a work thing like she'd written in her note, but it hadn't been as early as the time she'd raced from her apartment. It'd been 6:56 am when she'd tiptoed from the bed and used the extra bathroom in the second room, dressed up there and only dropped by to carefully place the note on his pillow.
He'd looked so handsome in his sleep, relaxed, different from the man that had always ignored her at the office, different from the man who hadn't ignored her at all the whole night. Ben had been so intense and caring and loving, that it had almost felt real, like maybe this was more than a planned one night together, like maybe he actually felt something for her.
So, she ran. It would be a travesty to imagine things where there was none. He was still the same Ben who'd ignored her all those times. He was the same guy who said hurtful rude things to her though she'd pretended not to feel a thing. She had to recall he was still that guy, not the one that had patiently coaxed her from her shy shell, not the one that had kissed her as though desperate for her taste, not the one that her cleaned her up every time they'd climaxed and had woken her once to feed her water because, according to him, she'd sounded parched.
Oh, dear God. This was why she'd run. She didn't want to get ahead of herself. Work was for 10 AM, a simple decoration for a private traditional marriage. Kate would've been able to handle it but the client was important, one of her first customers who'd given her many referrals over the years. This was a thank you to the big woman whose daughter was getting married. Since it was a simple affair at the woman's residence, Rita was doing it for free and the woman hadn't stopped thanking her.
She'd found that she had two hours to burn before work, she'd decided to stop by a salon to loosen her weaved hair. Ben had kept grabbing the tails of the weave and scratching her scalp as though he'd needed to slide his fingers into her hair as he pumped into her, sliding in and making her cum so many times she was...
"Madam!"
"Hmm!" Rita jerked out of her incessant sex thoughts and turned to find one of her workers staring at her with a frown. God, she'd apparently been standing there with a clay pot she'd been about to box. "What is it?" she had to clear her throat and the residue of a whole night with Ben which she realized would never dissipate. The guy was in her blood and she was ruined for other men.
"Mrs J is looking for you, she said she wanted you to meet someone," the guy reported.
Rita nodded, looking around the heap of decoration materials as she tried to gather her thoughts. "Err...okay take this," she handed over the decorative clay pot to the guy dressed in black t-shirt crested with her company logo and name. "Box it and the others and get it in the truck, we don't have much light time left, so hurry."
"Yes, ma," he said and went to it.