It was time to face my parents. They didn’t deserve my disappearance. Besides, it had been days and I was certain everyone must have gotten used to the news. I packed up and left for home. On my way, I thought of ways to avoid attention from people. I drove straight to a car company, they knew me very well there because the place was owned by Eric’s Friend. I asked to see the owner of the car shop. After we exchanged pleasantries, I told him I wanted to exchange my car for a new one. Eric changed my car every year at that same place. I was going to give them my car for whatever it was worth, pick a new one, and then balance for whatever was left to add after selling the old one. I picked a factory fitted tinted glass, black Jeep. Quite expensive but who cared? I brought out Eric’s credit card and handed it over to the car dealer. After he looked at the card, he had a funny look on his face. I couldn’t care for what he had in mind, I knew he was suspicious. He knew me as Eric’s fiancee, but I was also sure he knew about Eric’s new wife, hence the suspicious look on his face. He managed to fake a smile’ and excused himself that he wanted to pick something from his office, I nodded and said it was okay. He left and I smiled to myself. Who was he fooling? Ofcourse I knew he was running to go call Eric and inform him. A part of me was upset and embarrassed and just wanted to walk out of the place, but the other part of me wanted to see how it was going to end, so I waited for him patiently. Fifteen minutes later, he returned with a broad smile on his face with some papers for me to sign and get my new car registered. I pretended not know what he had been up to. After what seemed like eternity, I finally went home with my new car. Funny enough, I got rid of my car to avoid drawing attention to myself but what was I thinking? A black jeep with tinted glass? I could have as well printed ‘Hey look at me, my name is Lucy, the royal’s rejected’. And I mean that in the most sarcastic way. What an irony! as the people couldn’t stop starring at the car and wondering who it was. As I drove on our street, and till I got to our house, I drew so much attention. I quickly called my brother to open the gate for me and shut it immediately I drove in. That was exactly what happened. I didn’t step out of the car until I was sure my brother had shut the gate. My parents were happy to see me although I still got a scolding for running away when I should have come home. My father was particularly upset about the new car. He said it was too big and expensive. I told him how I was able to afford the car and he instructed me to return the car, the money refunded and Eric’s credit card returned.
“From your lips to God’s ears Mama.” I smiled at my mother and nodded, then I drove off. I drove as fast as I could, and in no time, I was at Eric’s place. It took the securities a while before they opened the estate gate for me, I guess it was the new car which they couldn’t recognize. But when I rolled the glass down, they welcomed me and let me in. I was able to let myself in with my key. I saw Eric sitting on the bare floor, wearing nothing but boxer shorts, crying like a baby, his phone was in one hand and mine was vibrating. He was calling me. A bottle of whiskey was in the other hand. He had been drinking heavily. When he saw me, he’s phone fell off his hand as he got up and walked towards me. He held me and pulled me close to his bare chest. I held him too. For a few minutes, we stood there in eachother’s arms, no words, just tears. I looked into his red and swollen eyes, all I could see were pain and sadness. I thought about Gift, how could one woman cause us so much pain? How could one woman be so devious?
Eric leaned in to give me a goodbye kiss but I couldn’t let him go. I pressed my lips harder on his and kissed him deeply and longer. I knew it was the last time I was going to see him so I decided to make the most of this last moment. With our lips locked together, my right hand caressed the back of his head while my other hand pulled him in closer to me.
His hands were just as busy as mine, he reached a hand onto my lap and started to massage upwards along my thigh.
“Stop it!” I complained. “I don’t want to go inside for us to finish what we are about to start. I have to go see Papa.”
“Why do we have to go inside? Who says you can only fuck in the house? Ofcourse I want to fuck you right here.” He teased as his hand slid further up my leg brushing my dress aside as he did.
“Okay then my Prince charming. If you must fuck me here, then I want you to take control of me. Fuck me like you’ve never done before. Make me your little bitch. Take me like you would an unrepentant slut. I want tonight to be an unforgettable night.” I moaned in his ears.
“Wow Princess. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are going away for a long time. What has gotten into you tonight. I prefer to treat you like a Princess.” He replied.
“Then right now, I am not your princess. I am just a slut who wants to be fucked by you. Impress me my prince. I want to never forget this night.” I coed as I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes and his fingers gently stroked my bare thigh and slowly crept upwards towards my thong, which I could already feel was soaking wet.
“Wow.” He said with a chuckle as I spread my legs, allowing his hand to trace freely over the wet lace of my panties.
“Remove those.” He commanded. I was terrified that someone would see, despite the fact that it was almost dark, but thrilled at the same time. I slowly pulled the wet panties down to my laps and then stopped.
“Keep going.” he said firmly and I obeyed. I slid my panties out from under my dress down to my knees.
“That’s enough.” He said. “Now lean back and pull your dress up.” I reclined the chair slightly so I could lean back. I had no idea what Eric had in mind, but I loved being told what to do. I grasped the sides of my dress and edged it up.
“Higher.” He ordered and I obeyed. Surely it was too dark for one passing to see my exposed pussy should they happen to look down at us as they passed. It seemed to matter less and less whether they could or not as my heart began to beat faster.
“Spread your legs.” Doing so made me feel ever so horny. He continued. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me.” I said softly.