The house was quiet once more, so quiet I could hear my heartbeat. I love my family, but now that I had two mums with the same character, it was kind of a bit much. It was nice to hear the quiet again even though I don't live alone anymore. I never had a girl over in this house before. I never slept in the same house alone with a girl who wasn't family and did not get any action.
I buzzed the guards' quarters for Martin while I poured myself a glass of whiskey while in my study. A few minutes later, he was standing stiffly at the door.
"When you employ my people for my security, did you tell them they could tell everyone about my private life?"
"No sir,"
"then fire the fool at the gate,"
He blinked, "Sir?"
"Did I stutter? Whatever happens in this house stays in this house. My private life is not for employees' tea time news. Fire him, now!"
"Understood, sir."
"Also, any news from the PI?" I asked remembering I had a score to settle.
"Not yet sir. But I am sure we will get news by the end of the week," he assured me.
"one more thing," I continued. "How about the recruitment of my wife's personal bodyguard?"
"I will be conducting that tomorrow, I might as well recruit for the front gate also,"
"Good. Alright, good night. Get some sleep, we resume back to work tomorrow. Playtime is over,"
"Goodnight sir,"
As he left, I heard him say goodnight to Nita who peeked into the study a few seconds later.
"Want some juice?" she asked.
"I thought you went to bed," I said grabbing a glass from the tray she was holding and pouring myself a cup.
"I would have but our mums loaded the pantry with everything they could find in the market, I couldn't resist squeezing some orange juice."
"Let me guess," I said, smirking. "You used one of the machines they brought?"
She laughed softly. "I thought you knew me by now. Actually, I squeezed it by hand just to spite them,"
I chuckled and almost choked on the drink. "You are a mean Numero."
"It's going to take a while to get used to being called that,"
"Well, it's your name now. Get used to it," I finished my drinks and got up from my chair. "I'm heading to bed," I kissed her on the cheek and left her in the study, retreating to my room.
In the privacy of my room, I took off my clothes except shorts and got into bed. I thought of Nita at the opposite end of the house, in her bedroom. And I wondered what she would be doing now that she had her privacy. Would she sleep naked in the dark or would she touch herself like I had advised her to.
I thought of the kiss we shared last night, and how I'd had no choice but to go to bed with a painful erection. She was getting braver and braver wanting to explore her desires. I reached into my shorts and shoved out my penis which was already erect again. I need to stop with the dirty thoughts or the poor thing was going to come off in my palm one day. I was sexually frustrated and I wanted no one else but my wife.
I caressed myself gently, slowly, quietly, and just when I was going to let it out.
The door burst open.
"Richard, I—oh my God!"
"Nita!" I shoved my thingy back into my short, precum already on my palm.
"I'm so sorry!" she shouted and ran back out, slamming the door so quickly, that the hinges shook.
I got off the bed and stormed out into the hallway, where she was pacing like a madwoman, her face red and her eyes bulging.
"Nita!"
"I didn't know! I swear I didn't know! I didn't know you were... busy! I wasn't expecting—"
"Nita? Shut up!" I needed her to keep quiet before she would go crazy. The woman couldn't complete a sentence.
"What could you possibly want that was so urgent you couldn't knock?"
"I just… I wanted to ask what time I should come in for the interview tomorrow."
"You interrupted me for that? Now I'm going to have to start all over again." I blinked at her trying to lessen her embarrassment. She twisted her face in a mix of embarrassment and apology. "Nine o'clock."
"This isn't going to go on my record, will it?"
"What do you think?"
"That I'm fucked!"
"ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!" I touched my nose
"Is this because you didn't get to see Gwen?" she asked with concern in her eyes.
"Don't tell me you are feeling bad now. You locked me up!"
"I was going to apologize for that but suck it up and stop being such a wanker!" she teased and raced out of the hallway while I raced after her.
"Come back here woman and say that shit again!!!"
"I'm sorry!" she screamed, running and laughing.
"Your apologies lack weight," we circled the living room sofas, and just as I was able to grab her by the helm of her shirt, my little toe hit the sofa foot, I cursed beneath my breath, lost my balance, and took her down with me, falling on the couch. She landed on me, giggling, and a moan I am sure was involuntarily escaped her mouth. It was sensual, erotic.
She looked at me, holding my gaze which dropped to her lips… I wanted to kiss her so badly but then I realized something. She was lying right on top of me, her breasts almost spilling from her shirt onto my chest, my erection trapped between her thighs. Take the clothes away and I would be properly and perfectly fitted inside her but she hadn't flinched once. I knew she was getting comfortable with me and open to exploring her desires but if I didn't know better, I would think she wanted me to… make love to her?