Firstly I would like to say that Fiona and Nyasha's story did find an ending, even though you didnt get to see it, but look out, I am in editing mode.
Now I am pleased to present Fatal Indiscretions. This time my story is going to be romance, erotica and a little mystery, it is something I cannot escape in my writing. I have a novel I wrote and was editing which is based on this plot I am presenting.
This plot is about a woman who has not been successful in bringing a child into this world and the hurt that this causes results in tearing her marriage apart. During this story we will get a view, through her narration, what this summer of her life is about and how it ends up being the last summer of her life. So come on in, and get your toes wet, it is summer, lets have some fun.
Fatal Indiscretions - Episode 1 - by Anjie Harrte
I wasn’t sure if he wanted me committed to get rid of me, or if he truly cared about me. I had spent the nine months pregnant practically alone in this house. He always worked late, or had golf with his buddies. Truthfully, the day I was in labour was the one day through my entire pregnancy that he was truly there for me. It made me think sometimes that he delayed the c-section on purpose. Did he not want a child with me? Or was it that he didn’t want ME anymore?
“I’m listening,” he said without looking up from his breakfast or the other newspaper he read.
Ryan was now staring at me, his big brown eyes peering over his spectacles impatiently summoning me to speak.
“I can take these art classes for the summer in the Botancial Gardens, I’ll be with nature and art will be my therapy…” I waited for a reaction
He set his fork down next to the greasy remains of his cheese omelet. At least he still enjoyed my cooking.
“Okay, we can try this for the summer and see what happens, but if there is no change at the end of it, you will seek professional help,” he demanded.
He was good at demanding things. It is a shame he didn’t know I would be dead by the end of summer.
I shrugged off that feeling that overtook me this time of day. Even on Sundays Ryan found something to do to avoid me. Right now he would be on the treadmill and then he would go out to play golf.
“You’re early” I said, a little disappointed. It made me feel a little normal to have him around even if he we never said anything to each other.
“Yes I think I will exercise at the club today,” he said as he walked away.
My heart sank. I couldn’t figure out where my life had gone wrong. What I had done to deserve this punishment; childless and husbandless, alone and forsaken. Suddenly I missed my daddy. I wanted to curl up like a little girl on his lap and tell him about my pains and sorrows. I wanted to lean on his chest and listen to his heart beat. I leaned against the sink and the tears came down. Even my daddy I had been robbed of. Diabetes had taken a toll on his life until it finally took it altogether. I hated the disease. It was diabetes that had caused me my children too. It ran through my veins like poison, seeping into everything I loved and treasured, snatching them from my grasps and leaving me with just the thin air through my fingers. I clasped my hand and prayed, I couldn’t blame God for this; after all, I needed him now more than ever. As I heard the car pull away from the house I picked up the phone and dialed the number for the art class.
“Hello!” he beckoned into my ear for the third time.
“No, no, how may I help you?” he asked, the thickness of his voice sending goose bumps down my back.
“I was calling about the summer art class, the ad says it starts tomorrow, am I too late to sign up?” I asked
“No, no, we have a couple spaces left to fill, just hold for me please,” I was willing to oblige, there was just something about his voice that made me want to listen to him.
He was back within seconds as he took my information and gave me directions to where the classes would be held; in the gazebo by the front pond in the Botancial Gardens at 3.30pm.
“Only what I learnt in school,” I responded.
“May I ask why you are interested in this class?”
“Is that important?” I asked
“Not really but I like to have students who will actually give it a try, not just come for the sake of coming,” he said
“Well that is what I am here for,” he said
Several minutes later we hung up and I stood leaning on the dining table with the phone against my chin trying to put a face to the voice. I watched at the little writing pad where I had written his name; Paul Degannes, and then I noticed that while taking to him I had drawn in eyes, nose, and a mouth in the D and put little devil’s horns at the top.
I was sitting rubbing my feet and grimacing from the pain of my twisted ankle when a pair of strong hands wrapped themselves around me and helped me to my feet. Soon I was up; my body leaning on his. I could smell him; the smell of manly sweat mixed with a musky cologne. He smiled, his face inches away from mine, it wasn’t a complete smile, it was the one he had been giving me all the time with his lips barely curled at the side. I could feel the bulges of his chest against my breast, the hardness of his thighs against mine, the strength of his hold around my body and then I felt it. The blood rushed through my body flooding my face and eyes as I felt the snake like object pushing against my Capri pants against my skin. I looked up at him and his face bore no shame. He was still smiling, his lips still curled at the side and suddenly the image I had drawn on the D in his name appeared and I saw the devil’s horns above his head. I tried to push him away but the pain in my ankle was too much. Before I knew it, he was carrying me in his arms to a chair. With my arms around his neck, our eyes locked on each other’s as he walked me across the gazebo and for the first time in months I was aroused. It wasn’t like a teenage girl and her first crush, oh no, my entire body was alive in his arms and it was common decency that stopped me when he put me on that chair, it was the recluse inside me that held the reins and kept me from giving myself to him the first time we met.