Judas the traitor episode 8 – 9

Judas the traitor

EPISODE 8
After unpacking my things I sat on the large bed

and took in a deep breath. I was going to take my

time and act meticulously, even in my dressing. At

this thought I sprang from the bed and went to

work. I selected the preferred outfit for this

stroll. A bum short and a loose T-shirt that dangled just a little above my wa-ist, and a pink

l¡pstick to compliment it.

Thank goodness for the mirror at the far end of

the room, by the dressing table, it boosted my

confidence. I turned my back to the mirror and

pushed my buttocks up, I slapped it gently in

appreciation, Ooops, killer instincts… Ready for

action. I hesitated at the door with a hand on the knob before turning it gently. I eased myself into the sitting and found him watching Zee World. He

had heard me enter the sitting room so he muttered something and impatiently and grumpily picked up the remote controller and switched off the TV. I still can’t fathom where men’s detestation for Zee World is rooted. “You surprised me,” he started saying without looking at me, “you didn’t take too much time unlike all the other women I’ve…” At this point he had turned to look at me standing with my T-shirt knotted just above my belly button and the sleeves rolled up a bit. He

was gaping in the middle of his sentence, just what I’d hoped for. I giggled and shifted from side to side swaying my firm buttocks as his eyes ravaged me almost palpably. “You’re staring…” I hated to pull him out of his trance, but that was cool anyway. “Oh…Sorry, you’re… gorgeous. I really can’t find the perfect word.” “Hey, please stop…” I smiled from cheek to cheek. “Shall we?” I indicated in the direction of the exit door. “Yeah, you first.” He angled his head in a gentlemanly goad.

I loved it like this, because I had another chance

to show the trunk of my carrier. I could feel

his eyes drawing patterns on my back as I left the

house with him trailing behind obediently.. The stroll was full of random discussions from a little bit of politics drawn from the state of the nation’s economy to trending celebrity gists. We finally got to the supermarket and we walked through the glass doors into the well illuminated state of the art supermarket. The way they greeted him made it obvious he wasn’t new to them but what struck me the most was how they looked at me. The sales girls smiled back at me and threw compliments my way. I was wondering when I became such a radiant beauty to be complimented in such manner, or was it because

of Vincent? Maybe they thought I was his

girlfriend… Oh that’s it. A little glance Vincent’s way caught him grinning at the girls’ compliments. Oh dear, it was working. He

seemed to like my rapport with the girls as I picked the things for dinner rice with goat meat would create a rom-ntic atmosphere, I’d

thought. I threw in a few jokes and everyone

guffawed, Vincent the biggest culprit. The walk back home was a bit brisker as we were feeling famished already. While he carried the larger grocery bag, I had the smaller one. I occasionally and deliberately bumped into his arm so they made contact with my oranges, I would act like I didn’t​ know what I was doing, just innocent and free. His jokes cracked me up

though. As soon as we arrived at the house, I took the bags from him and headed straight to the kitchen. Wow! Every woman’s dream kitchen. Thank God for a little bit of exposure and the internet, Zee World and

Telemundo, they made the kitchen look familiar. I quickly went to the sink to wash the goat meat.

Vincent opted to help me which I deceitfully,

reluctantly accepted. I just wanted to keep his

entire attention on me, focus… Perhaps his

intention was to help prepare the meal faster but who cares, I wanted him close enough for my

script to be completed. So I told him the things he could help me do, careful enough not to make him lose interest. We continued to gist and I realised he lit up and was excited when we talked about business. Hmmm, he’d always been like that… How could I have forgotten. Business all the

way. I discussed business professionally. I learnt a lot from him nevertheless.

He was explaining the principles of NGFM trade

when my phone rang. It was Nelly. I tried to

ignore but he urged me to pick up. “It’s Nelly. I can’t take the call now, at least not now.” I paled in a cautious feign of guilt. I

noticed Vincent grimaced and went to fetch something from the fridge.

He returned with a bottle of juice and drank

from the bottle….

“What’s the matter?” I broke the uneasy silence.

He hesitated and kept drinking from his bottle.

“Sorry if I somehow came in between…” “Hey, it’s okay. It wasn’t your making.” I kept silent and watched the boiling pot as if my eyes was the heat that kept it boiling….

As if my silence urged him on, he seemed to have

a burden to continue. He laid the bottle down on

the kitchen and leaned on his side. “It’s quite disappointing when someone you thought you

loved turned out to be something totally different. I’m still surprised you are friends with her. I still can’t believe what happened that night.”

My eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.

“What..?”

EPISODE 9
I dished and served the rice and goat meat on the dining table. He was waiting already, absent mindedly watching the TV. The silence was eery and made the room quite

uneasy. But the aroma of the meal left some hope

in the air, makes one breathe in and out. We talked about Nelly over the meal. He wasn’t discreet about what Nelly did, but

somehow, it was a case of misplaced identity, or

split personality. I was wondering what it could

be Nelly had posed to be that she actually wasn’t

that turned Vincent off. I never got to read their

chats or pay too much attention to their long

conversations, but whatever it was emanated

from there.

But then again, what do I care? Nomsa doesn’t give

a lame shit. I can be anything for Vincent. I mean anything. What was Nelly thinking? But come to think of it, I knew what ever it was, Nelly was a

good girl to the core but one can never tell these

days. Nomsa, that was all in the past, the task

ahead needed all the energy and determination to work it out, not to

dwell on the past. Vincent had moved on and so had Nelly, here I was with the man of my dreams. I assured him that I was

going to make him forget his past. We locked

gazes for a while as he searched my eyes inquisitively. “Are you sure about this?” He enquired, seeking assurance. I nodded slowly. Satisfied, a smile lined his l-ips and ended in a smirk. Whatever it was he meant by that, I felt I was at the top of my game. I cleared the dishes, washed them and retreated to my room to clean up. I felt rejuvenated after the warm shower. I changed into a short silk baby

pink tiny strap night gown that was barely long

enough to cover my thighs and bum. A glance at

the mirror gave me comfort in my exposed

protrusion of two pointing towers with the large

area of cle-vage exposure. Silent night, Holy night it kept echoing in my head as I stepped

into the sitting room. I went to the kitchen and

returned to the sitting room with oranges and a

pen knife in a tray.

He was seated on the double couch, so I joined

him. He had tuned into one of the rom-ntic series from an alien channel, so I queued in and asked questions to be updated while I peeled the oranges and gave him some. He had bathed also and changed into his pyjamas which was a checkered sleeveless robe with a long V-neck that exposed his chest area. Vincent was damn s€×y, I just wanted to k-ss those soft l-ips. We kept making occasional eye contacts while we discussed the soap we were watching together, something people do often that I’m yet to understand why. How we unconsciously shifted until we closed the gap between us only sharing of the oranges could explain. When I had just one left we argued over who would have that one. “I’ve only licked three now but you have licked

almost ten, it’s not fair,” he said pitiably. How many oranges did I even bring here that I’m licking ten?” I laughed. “You can lie for

the wh0le world.” We resorted to sharing the orange, so I halved the orange and gave him one half, but he hesitated and insisted I feed him. I smiled and obliged. If only he knew how excited I was to do that. He was leaning backward towards the arm

of the chair with his stretched legs on the table

so I had to go all the way leaning over him to

feed him the orange. As I made the only possible

motion towards his mouth, I could feel the rim

of my gown gape to reveal my dangling b-obs. I

caught him stealing glances and smiling to

himself. I suppressed the smile that was forcing

it’s way through me. With a hungry swiftness, he grabbed my buttocks and shoved me into himself. I found myself lying flat against his chest and close enough to feel his

breath. He grabbed my head and planted a deep

w-t k-ss on my l-ips. With those l-ips I often dreamt about, Vincent just k-ssed me.
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