Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E56

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E56

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 56

To say the truth, I wasn’t expecting him to say that. And when he said it, it was as if God had chosen that precise moment to slap me one more time in continuation of the punishment which I sensed my life had become. But I got into his car, and I made it seem as if it was because I felt more comfortable knowing he had a wife and he didn’t want to sleep with me, but that was far from the truth. The truth is I got into his car because in the space of the few seconds after he told me he had a wife and he didn’t want to sleep with me, I went over every second of all the interactions we’d had since I met him and I wasn’t ready to accept that the flirtation had all been in my mind. I had felt an attraction and I felt it was mutual, and yes he had a wife but that didn’t mean he didn’t want me, even if he was too faithful to go ahead and try to have me.

And maybe that is it. At that very moment I think I figured it out. We are attracted to the man who has a woman because we want to be loved like he loves her. At the end of the day it’s not about wanting to steal another woman’s man, or wanting to compete with her; it’s simply about wanting to be loved. And a taken man by definition is a man who has demonstrated his ability to love, so we want him to love us too, to see if we can be loved.

The moment I got into his car I started watching out for signs that he really wanted me. After I closed the door and did my seat belt I felt him looking at me as if we wanted to say something. He didn’t. At the exact moment I turned my head to look at him, he turned to face the road. He drove up the street then turned onto a side road. I was sure that wasn’t the way to VGC gate.

He didn’t look at me but he felt me looking at him.

“I live in VGC,” he said by way of explanation for my questioning look.

We rode in silence to his house. We didn’t talk when he pressed his horn and his night guard opened the gate. We didn’t talk when he parked and we both got out and he opened the door to his house and stepped aside for me to go in first.

I was only brave enough to take two steps into utter darkens. He switched on the lights behind me and I immediately started looking for her pictures. It was a lovely living room.

“Do you want some water?” he asked.

“Yes please.”

He left me to go fetch the water but I couldn’t get myself to venture further into his house; into another woman’s house.

He returned with two glasses of water and gave me one. As I drank he asked if I wanted to go to bed. I nodded.

“Come,” he said.

I knew in my heart that if he took me to his room and expected me to sleep in his matrimonial bed I would, but I wouldn’t let him touch me. I would remind him of what he said and I would wait to see how hard he would beg me to let him hold me at least.

Upstairs, he took me into a room and told me it was mine for the night then he switched on the AC and asked if I needed anything.

“No, I’m fine,” I said. Then he said good night and turned to leave.

“Thank you,” I said as he was about to close the door.

He turned to look at me.