Derek's POV
I frowned as I heard her annoying voice again. How dare she lie to me like this??
"Yes, it's Derek. I know exactly what you did all this while we were married. Did you think I wouldn't find out??" I questioned, making sure my tone sounded tough.
The funny thing was that her tone was so dull like she was certainly uninterested, which made me more upset. Was she there with a man? Why did she sound impatient like that?
"Derek? It's late in the middle of the night, and you call me to rant about this...nonsense?" She said and I grunted, shocked with her tone at me, but I didn't think she heard because she went on. "How did you even get my number anyway?"
"Is that the next question to ask!" Impatient me asked at once. "Is that all you care about in the middle of our serious conversation right now?"
Clearly, my bold tone of voice did not seem to affect her at all. "Derek, I have no idea what you're talking about right now, but do you know what I feel we should do?" She sounded like she was talking to a one year old. "Let's get some rest. That's it, I'm hanging up. Set up a meeting with me like the grownup you are, and whenever I'm chanced, we'll see."
"Seriously, Tara--!" That was it. She hung up even before I could say anything else! The nerve of that woman! How could she treat me like this when she was the one at fault???
I heaved in a deep sigh, clearly getting frustrated already. "Alright, calm your ass down, Derek." I chanted to myself because I like to think it actually worked.
With everything going on already, Melissa opened the door and walked in looking all half-naked. I sighed at the pathetic view of her ass from the boxer shorts she put on, and her cleavage nearly popping out from her bra top. And it was funny because more than half of her nakedness that had been exposed was all she got.
I didn't know why my mind slipped back to Tara's fullness whenever she wore those red sexy robes, the way her slender legs would stretch out, and her boobs would pop out beneath the bra in the robes...and her smile, the way her head would slant as she eyed me with lust knowing I was already head over heels for her and right in the mood...
"Oh my goodness, cat got your tongue?!" Melissa snapped irritatedly, bringing me back to reality.
I let her see my action face completely squeezing into a deep frown. "Melissa, I'm not ready for your drama right now. And what the hell do you keep doing in my study room?"
Melissa sighed. She had not aged a bit in over seven years. Her long black hair was now even longer and wavy, and seductive eyes with full lashes that always made me horny for some reason still very much remained intact, defining her beauty. Still, why am I starting to find her unattractive?
Her full lips changed to a pout. "You never come out of this room. And in case you don't know? It's pathetic that you sleep in here. Do I have to report you to your mom again?"
This statement was really always annoying. Everytime she thinks I'm misbehaving, she starts to call and disturb my mother.
I didn't have any strength for that so I rose up and just walked out. I didn't know where I was heading to, but this was not something I worried about because we had a ton of rooms in the mansion so I just walked really fast into one and shut the door tight, ignoring all her pounding on the door.
It wasn't like I was running from Melissa, I just needed to clear my head. On the bed, I brought out my phone and did the one thing I'd been afraid of doing for so long. Stalking Tara's Instagram.
At first for a few years, there was nothing interesting there. But just a few months back, Ronaldo had told me that she was back again on the internet.
The first picture I saw of her was one that she was looking like a complete stranger. Everything about her had changed now. Her hair was no longer long, or brown for that matter. She was beautiful, I wasn't going to lie.
"So, is there a new man in your life or what?" I muttered to myself as I scrolled further down. Most of the pictures there were only images of herself. Which only made me angry. "You have a lot of explanations to give, Tara."
I kept on scrolling to see if I would find any man on her page but it looked like she was still single. Seeing her sexy pictures made me realize she must have been passing a message. She was horny and needed men.
"What a slut. How can a woman dress like this? I mean what do I expect from a woman with no husband or children." I rolled my eyes and kept on scrolling.
Until...
I had to sit upright to confirm the image I was staring at more closely. In just one of the many images I'd been scrolling through, this one is a picture of a small child.
Then I begin to see her with this child in a couple of more pictures with sweet captions like; ''my first love and I," or, "my greatest jewel," which could only mean one thing!
"She has a son??" I said to myself as I began to examine these photos.
What made me too interested in this boy was the fact that there was a certain form of familiarity in his eyes, gray like mine. And the color of his hair which completely was the same as mine as well!
My daughter, Nina, who I treasure the most, didn't take important traits like this from me. She looked just like her mother with the charcoal black wavy hair and olive skin color making her more Hispanic than ever. Whereas this child on Tara's page looked so much like me!
"Who is this child? Is this another secret of yours, Tara? Did you think I wouldn't find out??"