“answer me nah” i softly pleaded, but my plea seemed only to provoke her, making her turn and back me. I rested my lips on her neck while my right hand gently rubbed her right shoulder.

“i know all you care about is just the s-x, after which you will go back to your chosen wife” she muttered quietly, while i kept quiet as i thought over the most appropriate word to use in replying her.

“is that what you think?” i asked. She kept quiet and pretended as if she didn’t hear my question.

“you can’t just conclude when you very well know that i’m engaged to no one” i heard myself say.

“leave me alone jor, do you think i’m stupid?” she asked. I kissed her ear and slowly reached for her bosoms {with my right hand}. I softly squeezed them one after the other, she surprisingly kept quiet and allowed me to have my way.

I breathed hot air into her ear as my excitement rose again, while she laid still as i continued caressing and fondling her.

Fifteen minutes later, i reached for my wallet, brought out and wore another rubber, penetrated her {side-ways} from behind, and strongly held her aroused right b---m like a bicycle handle for support.

“dog” she cursed,

“mmmhhh” i surprisingly answered,

“abeg don’t wound me” she muttered with a cold tone. I said nothing but just continued with my slamming, which really produced a kind of funny sound as our {lower} s-x organs brushed each other to and fro…..

However i truly didn’t enjoy the second round because she just laid very still as if she was sleeping and when i finally poured{came} minutes later, i just stared speechlessly at her with pity and remorse.

“can that really be called love making? Or was it truly satisfying or worth it?” i asked myself with a guilty mind. Surely chinwe needed much more than s-x and care from me, but that was all i could offer that moment. Moreover, allowing her to move on with her life just like a gentleman really was very hard to me because i so badly still wanted her.

“Hope you are done?” she asked as i pulled out from her body. I said nothing, entered her toilet/bathroom freshened and dressed up before facing her again.

She just sat on her bed and silently stared at me as i dressed up, which truly made me very uncomfortable.

Without another word, i reached for my wallet, brought out five thousand naira and dropped it on her reading table,

“i have to get going dear, i’ll call you when i get home” i said to her with a smile, but it only infuriated her more and her eyes sparkled like two high tension cables that came in contact with each other,

“do you think i’m a beggar or prostitute?, please take your money and disappear from here, i don’t need your help again, this will be the last insult i’ll ever recieve from you” she barked like an angry pregnant woman, which left me extremely surprised.

“where did i go wrong again?” i asked myself and wondered….

To be continued…
“Betrayal” part 2 starts shortly…

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