jilted - Season 1 - Episode 49

4 years ago

jilted - Season 1 - Episode 49

Cape Town, South Africa.

?Haira POV?
“What’s it now? Beatrice don’t start” Ambrose roared pushing me off his chest. I have denied him sex since yesterday. I am scared to the bones and i know my husband too well, he would get to know someone else was there if i allowed him have me.
“I am tired Ambrose, we can do it tomorrow” I pleaded trying to kiss his cheeks but he pushed me off.
“I have had my eyes on you since yesterday, you are advised to open up if it’s something i should know because I am very sure you have a skeleton in your cupboard” He sat up the bed throwing the duvet off his body.
“It’s now a crime to be tired? I don’t know what that thing between your legs is doing to you” I had to fake anger, that was my only saviour at the moment because he hates to see me upset.

“I am sorry, you can take the whole week to yourself” He pulled me into him and I heaved a sigh of relief.

I stayed in his arm for a while before someone barge in on us.
“Hope I didn’t interrupt anything?” Donatus stood in front of the door directing his questions at me.

“This is a couple room, you shouldn’t barge in like that, what if we were making out?” I fired and Ambrose calm me down.
“Well, the room is in my house, so?” He grinned devilish..

“My wife was right, you should have knocked at least, what if she was naked or maybe we were making out” I wasn’t looking at Ambrose’s face, I coiled into the space between his legs and had my head on his chest.

“You should have locked the door, moreover what’s special in Haira’s nakedness?”
When he said this, I silently listened to Ambrose’s heartbeat, i thought his heart would jump out of his chest with the way it raced.

“Well, I said its time for dinner so……….”
“We don’t have to go out, I would handle the kitchen as long as I am here” I quickly interrupted before he went futhure. I would do the cooking but eewwwh, Donatus ooo, you would hate me.

“Thank you baby oh, thank you haira” he left the room with his back and Ambrose got out of bed. He bolted the door behind and came for me.

“Start talking, I don’t want to have your head. You know me” he made sit at the edge of the bed, he stood in front of me and bent over so our eyes could meet.
“Talking, about?” I asked trying as much as possible to maintain a surprised face.
“You heard him, your nakedness meant nothing, you told me he never saw your nudity and you didn’t get to see his too. Now talk, you have been sleeping with him under my nose?” Beads of sweat formed on his nose and fell on top of my lap.
“Are you accusing me of infidelity? With your friend? Ambrose am i dirty to you?” Somehow, fresh hot tears gush down my cheeks, Ambrose stood up right and walked up to the wall. He faced it and hit it hard with his fist before walking back to me. He took my hands and made me stand up to him.
“Haira, i want to put all my trust in you. If you insist, I would believe you. Just make sure you aren’t found close to dirt. I wouldn’t tell you if love would still sustain us if I get to know someone else had or would have sex with you later in the future. Am serious o”
I was confused, should I tell him now? What if he sends me packing? This is South Africa and I have no where to go. The only friend I have here can’t accommodate me because of her husband. I might be stranded. Maybe I should tell him after the vacation, I would save him the crime of murder because Donatus would definitely have to face him in a combat.

“You are special baby, please stop crying. I am not trying to insult you, i don’t just feel comfortable around here. Let’s use an hotel, I hate to see people cause trouble between us” He kissed me passionately and I reciprocated my hand going round his head and his moved around my flexible body. I wore one of his shirt and a pair of jean trouser.

“Let me see what I can put together for dinner” I said slipping into my slippers.
“I would join you” He held my waist and unbolted the door as we chatted noisily.
Donatus was seeing football in the sitting room and we walked pass him without acknowledging him.

“Long grains, carrot stew and salumi would do right?” I asked my husband as I checked the fridge to see if there was any additional.
“I am okay with anything you prepare” He smiled resting his back on the kitchen zinc.
I close the refrigerator and walked up to him, our lips met and they engaged in a fierce battle. he smooched my butt softly and we had our eyes shut.

“Can we just move around the place without having to see this two love birds?” Donatus said behind us and I shook my head.
“Stupid fellow” I murmured into my husband’s chest. I tried getting out of Ambrose’s arm but Ambrose held me in between his legs. He continue smooching my butt0ckz and gave me neck kisses at intervals. Ambrose was doing this to remind Donatus that I was his, privately and publicly.

“We are married you know? And she’s all I have got, she’s my world” He raised my jaw up and kissed me passionately.
“At least, let her cook” Donatus said in a low tone and I saw the look on Ambrose’s face, he dimmed his eyes, he was trying to put something together from Donatus reactions. Sooner or later, Ambrose might find things out for himself, he’s that smart.
“Did you see the nonesense this idiots played tonight?” Donatus started, he provided two chairs in the kitchen and they both sat gisting while i prepared dinner. Anytime I look towards them, I made eye contact with Ambrose, he’s so suspecting something that he wouldn’t let his eyes off my body.

Ambrose’s phone rang, he had to answer out of our sights but he told me loudly before leaving the kitchen “My eyes are on you”
“Seriously?” Donatus busted out laughing.
“Did you tell him I screwed life out of your bouncy ass? how come his eyes didn’t catch the scene?” He mocked but I ignored.
“You aren’t saying anything? Don’t you miss us? At least you would be here for a week or two, give us the chance. You are d--n too tight that I can’t get my mind off you. Do Ambrose f--k you at all?” I saw his shadow moving towards me, ohhh shit! He would have himself to blame. I dipped a plastic cup in the water I was boiling, I stood still backing his shadow as It walked towards me. when he grabbed my waist, I turned around and dropped the cup of hot boiling water on his left leg. I made sure I got my target, I parted my legs to avoid splashes on my toes. he let out a loud scream and I started panicking acting it up like it was all an accident. Ambrose rushed in and quickly aided the leg with raw egg. I giggled inwardly seeing him limping like a he goat with a broken leg. Since the only thing he knows how to do is sleep with people’s wife, we just started in this house. Two weeks of fire!!!

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