This morning, I woke up with a headache. But thanks to Uncle Liam, there was a pill and bottle of water on my bedside drawer by the time I woke up. Under the satchel was a note that reads: " Lunch is at 2pm." Grateful that Dad didn't force me awake, I struggled out of bed, checking out my wall clock. It was just a few minutes past 9 and there was time for me to get some chores done to appease Dad in the afternoon.
I took the pills and went straight to the bathroom. As I was washing, my mind drifted to the happenings of last night. What if the boy had died? It wouldn't be the first time Uncle Liam would have killed for me. And nothing would have happened since he was a nobody but I do not want to be an accomplice to murder for the second time. Yes, I was told that the first boy didn't die but because that was the last time I ever saw him, I find it hard to believe that he didn't. He was also a farm boy but worked for my Dad. He had met me during one of the harvest times, napping alone under a big oak tree in one of the orchards and decided to take advantage of me, not knowing that Uncle Liam was around. Thing is, not all staff can recognize me because of my reclusive nature. Just like Uncle Liam threw the boy from last night against the wall, he had thrown this boy against the tree and I heard his bones breaking. It was terrifying and I couldn't sleep for nights. I kept waiting for cops to invade our home and take Uncle Liam away. I remember Mum telling me that as long as we are within Arizona we are the law. I did not believe her but years later, the cops never came and I never saw the boy again.
I finished up and hurried downstairs but couldn't find my car. That was when I remembered that it was left behind last night. So I went to the garage and picked a key from the fleet of car keys in our key box attached to the wall. Out of more than 10 hardly used cars in the garage, I picked a BMW and drove down to the greenhouse at top speed. The boys just finished loading it when I got there and the guy planning to drive it down in my absence handed me the key to the truck. I got in and drove to the shop in town then immediately returned home. Sylvester was calling me and I was tempted to go see him at the mall where he works but I wasn't ready to face him either, so I went back home to sort out my disturbing emotions.
When I got back home, it was already noon and my car was back in the compound. I hurried to my room and flung myself on the bed. I let my mind go back to last night when that boy was touching me. How repulsive I felt towards him. That wasn't even what got me alarmed. What worried me was how while I was bent on getting laid with a stranger, I kept feeling guilty not because of Riley but because of Sylvester. His disapproving face kept popping up in my head and I kept hearing his voice saying "You are mine." in my head. I suddenly realized that I have not thought of Riley for days. I have not called him for days and I didn't want to call him.
For the past three months, Riley's calls had become very infrequent but I thought nothing of it because I have always called him whenever I felt like calling him and he did always pick. In fact, I didn't realize that I was doing most of the calling all these years until I refused to call him after learning that he was cheating on me back to back. I was so angry with him and didn't call him for two days and was planning not to pick his calls if he ever called. But loo and behold, my fiance didn't call for four days. I was the one that swallowed my pride and started calling him again. Before calling him on the fifth day, I had resolved in my mind that even if he was cheating, it was because I wasn't there and since I was also cheating with Sylvester, we were even. I promised myself that once I joined him in New York, I would make sure all his cheating stopped. I even convinced myself that the girl who snitched on him was probably lying because most of them were jealous of my relationship with Sylvester. So when I called him on the fifth day, I feigned anger at the fact that he didn't hear from me for four days and didn't bother to check up on me. He apologized and I demanded that he send in chocolate. That evening, I received a box full of chocolate and was greatly appeased. Thinking back now, my anger surged. Not at him but at myself for being such a stupid fool. With what I know now, nobody can convince me that Riley loved me. Maybe before but definitely, not now. How could he love me knowing what he knew about my family? It just doesn't seem possible to me.
Right there, I decided to break off our relationship. The only reason he was engaged to me was because I wanted to marry him no matter what. But after finding out the family's secrets, I decided it wasn't the right thing to do. He may not have the power to break off the engagement, but I did and I would break everything off after his father's birthday party.
Having made that decision, my mind went back to Sylvester and how he looked at me. All the emotions I have discouraged myself of feeling about him washed over him. I have liked him since I first saw him in school but I couldn't get close to him because I was in love with Riley and he didn't like me being friends with Sylvester. Then Sylvester out of jealousy had told me about Riley's cheating with Sarah. Same girl who had tried to snatch him, forcing me to lose my virginity. Because his accusation was without evidence, I didn't believe him and I started staying away from him. Then I saw him that night on the stage and couldn't get his big bulge out of my head. Presently, I couldn't get his scent, smile, dark, alluring eyes and voice out of my head. The more I thought of him, the more aroused I found myself. I reached out for my bullet and inserted it into my Vijay. I started it at the lowest and as it slowly warmed up my senses, I started moving my waist, letting myself enjoy the tiny electrons shooting around my skin, leaving soft pinches in their wake.
"Bam! Bam! Bam!!"
Someone started hitting my door, jerking me out of my Sylvester infused trance.
"Lunch is in 10 mins." I heard Uncle Liam say before he walked away from my door.
Instantly, my heart started beating fast. I wasn't ready to face Dad.
But no matter what, I must finish what I started down there. If not, it would just get out of hand, the more agitated I get.
So I focused on my pleasure. I raised the speed of the vibrator to number 3 and started rubbing my clit from the outside. If I wasn't just trying to scratch my itch, this would have been very pleasurable but now, I just wanted it done and over so I could clean up and get to the dinning on time.