Because I was terribly distracted on my way back from the greenhouse, the 2 hours journey took me almost 3 hours. Despite the tumult in my heart, my body was on edge and demanding by the time I got home.
With mummy always traveling and Daddy returning at midnight everyday of the week, the House was essentially mine and the butler's.
I entered the compound and parked close to the entrance door, hurried out of the truck, into the house and up the stairs.
Our house is a large Victorian house with two duplexes boxing in a third big two stories rectangular building. The two duplexes are called wings. While Mum and Dad used the right wing, the left wing belonged to Daniel and I.
Getting to my room, I took my plastic pestle and turned on my TV. Unlike Riley's soundproofed room back at the greenhouse, my room isn't sound proofed, so I put the volume on the loudest, blasting some random, headache inducing metal music before locking the door and flinging myself on the bed.
Without removing my shirt, I inserted the pestle and started massaging my clitoris. I was already wet and ready from the bumpy ride so I didn't need any more clip to edge me on.
As I thrust in the pestle in and out of my sweet pot, I felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction. It felt as if that insatiable itch had moved from where I thought my G-spot was and had now gone deeper into my Vijay and I was having trouble reaching it.
I was previously lying down on the bed with my legs spread out, limiting how far my thrust could go so I brought my knees up and tried again. Still it wasn't reaching enough therefore, I changed position by resting my back on the bed headboard and bringing my body into a sitting position. I brought my knees up and let my thighs open up. This way, my thrusts went deeper. Despite my best efforts in this position, the pestle could only skid across the itchy spot. It wasn't really hitting it. But I kept going. It took me three orgasms with different positions to feel satiated for the time being.
After spending more than an hour masturbating, I rushed my bath and completed the 20 minutes drive to Bayleaf.
Throughout that drive, I kept wondering about mum's audacity.
To think that Mum was sleeping with her best friend, after the woman's death, she still went ahead to keep the man by her side. Made her husband create a business the man could handle, watched me, her daughter get fucked as a teenager, recorded it then talked me into agreeing to marry the son of her lover. The same boy she watched me have sex with.
Not that she had to talk for long because I was very happy when she told me of how close her friend was to her before her untimely death and how she had promised to take care of the kids. She said she knew that I like Riley, and asked if I could love him. Said if I were to have him as my husband in the future, she would send him to the best school for my sake. Give him a place in the family business for his sake and I wouldn't have to do anything. All she and Dad wanted from me was for me to be safe so they will give me the lavender fields and if we want, they can also rebuild the house to my taste or give us more land to build our own dream house.
To say I was happy was an understatement. I was 15, Riley was 18 and about to leave for college. I had been worried for days about the fact that he was leaving for four years. I would only get to see him during summer and Christmas holidays. Having my Mum ask me to take him as my future husband was a great way of telling me to wait for his return with the assurance that he would always be mine. Even Riley's s constant reassurance in the past few weeks leading up to his departure didn't do much to alleviate my doubts and worries. I have never been without him before and we had been having some rocky times as of that time. It wasn't a good time for him to leave. I was very insecure.
Two days after that talk with my mum, Riley himself promised that he would be back. Told me I was his home and sternly warned me against other guys. Guys like Sylvester who had always had his eyes on me but was too reserved, self conscious and cautious around rich people.
Guys like Dakota, his best friend who seemingly tried to drug me sometimes ago at a party in his house. I saw him with my own eyes, stayed my eyes on that particular drink, waiting to see who he was going to give it to. Was shocked when I turned out to be his target. I took the drink and went back to the kitchen where I dumped it in the sink. Dakota followed me and saw what I did. Told him I saw an insect inside the cup. He offered to make me another one and asked me to go back to the party but when I got to his courtyard, I insisted that we leave. Riley tried to talk me out of leaving so I got angry, collected his keys and started leaving the house just as Dakota was emerging with another cup of poison from the kitchen. Riley knew better than to remain seated. He took his excuse from Dakota and hurried after me. On our way home, I told him I don't want to ever see Dakota in our house again. Told him what I saw but till today, he didn't respond. And Dakota never showed his face at the farm again.
Before this, we three, Riley, I and Dakota with whomever he was sleeping with at that time used to hang out together. We would go to town or Agritopia or any of the other farms around. They loved fun, I love Riley so I played along. After That party, I stopped hanging out with Riley and Dakota. I was angry that Riley didn't fight the guy. When the fight became serious, Dakota approached me in school, told me he spiked everyone's drink and that Riley knew about it. They just wanted us to be freer and cool. Said it was a harmless drug. Riley corroborated his story and I took his apology with a half heart but still refused to hang out with him. So whenever Riley went out with Dakota, I stayed at home.
I wish I didn't.
There were many others from rich families like ours. I learned how to say no or just run away. But these two, they had futures in my life.
But now, after getting to know that my mother used threats to make Sophia keep shut, I suddenly started wondering if she had also coerced Riley into becoming my betrothed. I have my reasons but I am too wary of where they will lead me, so I pushed them out of my mind and focused on getting to the shop.
When I got to the shop, it was as busy as usual and Uncle Alex was around. I would have responded with a wild smile when he greeted me but I just snorted at him and strolled off towards Slyvester's mall. It was a walking distance and I wasn't in a hurry.
It was a Friday and he was always on afternoon duties. If I were lucky, I would catch him before he left for home. But luck wasn't on my side. Sylvester never showed up for work. He called in sick.
This was very unlike him so I called him on the phone and he picked on the first ring.