Chapter One Of Medusa's Blood.
"Mr. Tonio, you do know I'm married, right?" Alàre leaned backwards, perceiving the breath of the naked man in front of her. He was too drunk and was left with only a tie on his neck. She didn't know the confidence that led her to walk in here, and stay in this office room at night with this man.
She had walked in after her boss informed her of an emergency that needed to be handled this late night.
Being a hardworking female worker, she responded and came into the well-known praised Mr. Tonio's office and this comedy was what welcomed her. Alàre knew he liked her, he always seemed humble and mature but this was so outside his personality.
"Don't I look good enough for you?" His voice weakened in a desperate tone, having a sad baby face. He possessed a bottle of alcohol in his hands which irked Alàre the more. His breath was too toxic.
After the question, Alare scanned his model body absorbing the sight of the six packs in her front. The man held his manhood and waited for her response with a weak baby expression on.
Alàre laughed there. He was attractive. Too attractive. He'd probably bury himself in shame when the alcohol fades away because he was a calm minded man with self respect.
What would make her boss do such embarrassing degrading thing in front of her? What happened to Mr. Tonio today that made him drink so much?
She was a confident lady with values. Any other girl would be dripping wet by now in his sight. Should she cheat on her husband for a promotion to confirm the rumours going on in the office already?
"I'm sorry, but I have to leave, Sir if there isn't any real business matter to attend to."
He held her arm. It was dangerous being in a room where only her and man; a drunken one for that matter, occupied. Maybe even in this drunken state, her boss was smart.
She had knocked severally on the office door. No one replied. It was during her final knock that she heard a 'come in' of course, he sounded like a sane person.
In obedience, she walked into the office which lights were turned off.
There was a view of the city if one looked through the large glass. She was captivated by this view, but what sprung her senses were the arms which slowly rested on her shoulders from behind.
Her heart thudded in shock and she turned back with speed, but he breathed, "shhh," into her ears making her feel the air. His arm went for her waist and it confused her.
"Mr. Tonio," she called, comprehending her boss's state and mission.
"One night, and you'll be on the top," his hand was still on hers. It wasn't forceful, just the right amount of gentility. His palm felt soothing and maybe this was the only reason she hadn't ran through that door. She gulped down there a bit as this penetrated her senses. Perhaps she was loosing her grip.
'Shit!'
He went for her jaw and Alàre found herself closing her eyes. He rubbed the side of her face slowly and used his nose to rub her body.
With force, she hit his wonderful six abs with her handbag and ran off. She wasn't scared of her boss, no, he was a gentleman, she was scared of loosing herself. She breathed into her palm exiting the large building.
"Open the door!" She commanded as if he could rush down in his Adam's suit and grab her again one more time. Her chauffeur opened the door to her car and she went into the backseat. "Take me home," she gruffed, angry at herself.
"Shit!" she cursed under her breath again. She stared through the window view as the car moved. She was heading home to her husband, Lincoln who was beginning to act distance ever since her big promotion. Alàre thought maybe it's because she had been too busy with her work.
"Honey? Anyone home?" She finally made it home. She called out her husband's attention as she paced inside their apartment.
The was the scariest experience ever. Her grin was wide, that was before she stepped on a lady's cloth on the floor beside her husband's. She held in a whimper.
She headed towards their bedroom and witnessesd with her very own eyes the unbelievable… Her husband was having sex with another woman. Her heart shattered in pieces.
"Lin…" her husband's name couldn't even leave her mouth.
"Alàre! What are your doing here!? You are supposed to be at the office." Could you imagine? Not even a sorry. She could see the shock on her husband's face, no remorse, just fear and the words that could leave his mouth was that shit.
She opened her mouth to speak but swallowed her words back. No. This is a dream. As she swam in denial, her husband and the whore tried getting up from bed but no action of theirs could make things better.
She was stabbed in the back yet in felt more like a stab in front of her through her chest. This wound hurt so deep. A nobody like Lincoln cheating on me who's trying so hard to provide for us both and gift us a better life.
"I'm sorry," Lincoln crawled on the floor to beg his wife. Alàre just shifted backwards. She gulped down in pain as tears slowly trickled from her eyes.
"What are you doing?" Were the only words that came out that moment. She knew still she asked.
"Alàre, it's not what you think,"
"We're over. I can't do this with you, Lincoln! Why would you do this to me?"
"Forgive me. Please… we can talk things out…"
Tears clouded her eyes. She finally let out what was in her heart. She couldn't bare to be devalued. "Let's divorce."
"For real, Alàre." He finally found his pride and stood up. Showcasing his pride, he roared, "Let me tell you the truth, I never even loved you! You think I loved you. Yes, you were there for me when I needed you, when I was broken but not anymore. You think you're better than me? Ever since you got that job you've felt like a goddess. Well it feels good to finally tell you the truth…" His blonde whore came to hold his chest from behind. "I never loved you!!! Yes, let's divorce!"