Uncontrolled feelings
Juliana's pov
I'm still in a state of shock about what happened last night with Johnson at his house. Back when we were deeply in love, I used to affectionately call his private part and I usually call it, the "stick of life" because it brought me great pleasure, whether during intercourse or when I performed oral sex on him like a lollipop.
Even after taking a cold shower couldn't distract me from my thoughts and strong zeal to get hold of it. I left the bathroom, but my first attention was still focused on what had happened to us in the past. At first, I quietly collected his hair without him noticing and gathered the courage to leave his bedroom. After staring at him for a while, I eventually left and went to the guestrooms.
I thought I had successfully won the battle against my erotic desires for Johnson's exposed dick, but my mind kept replaying memories of our intimate moments when we were alone together in the past. I don't know where the sudden urge came from, but it pulled me away from the bed I was lying on and led me straight to Johnson's room again. When I arrived, the first thing I did was to engage in oral sex with him by rubbing his dick with my two hands. As soon as it gained erection, I put it in my mouth.
This was something he had made me addicted to. How foolish of my erotic mind! I tried to recall the pain Johnson had caused me and inflate it, hoping it would diminish my feelings for him, but it didn't work. The more I tried, the stronger the thought became, saying, "Johnson was the one who hurt me, but it was his private part."
The intensity grew to the point where I felt compelled to wake him up and engage in sexual activity, but he was deeply under the influence of the drugs he had taken. I just hope he doesn't wake up the next morning and asks me what happened last night on his bed. Having such thoughts, I made up my mind to leave his house as early as possible.
How will I be able to answer any questions he might ask? What will I say when he asks about the wet bed sheet stained with sperm? Moreover, when he wakes up, he will see dried sperm on his body.
Each time I remember what I did, I feel embarrassed, and my heart races as I anticipate a call from Johnson. I keep staring at the wall clock, telling myself that he will call me in the next five minutes. That's why I've remained in bed for the past four hours, even after Daisy returned from the DNA Lab.
I know the test results won't be Daisyilable immediately, so I asked Daisy,
"When did they say you should come for the results?"
"They said I should come the day after tomorrow. I thought you had gotten out of bed. Mum, are you okay?" Daisy asked, looking at me concerned.
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You've been in bed since I left, without eating or even getting up. By the way, what did you want to tell me earlier that you refused to share this morning?" Daisy asked, keeping her gaze fixed on me.
"Where do I even begin?" I asked myself, contemplating whether it was necessary to tell my daughter about what I had done. My initial thought was that she would be furious with me, and truth be told, I was angry with myself too. That was not what I ever planned to do.
"I slept with Johnson," I confessed and I looked away from her face. At first, Daisy thought I was referring to the incident of collecting his hair without his knowledge.
"You shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have done it for my sake," she responded with a sad voice, and the room fell silent. I was expecting more blame, but to my surprise, my beloved daughter moved closer and embraced me.
"Mum, I'm incredibly proud of you. There's nothing that could make me forget everything you've done for me. Regardless of my sake, you shouldn't have gone to meet Johnson again or even slept at his place. You're my hero."
Daisy didn't realize the power those words held for me. "Thank you," I said, returning the embrace.
"Please, what can I prepare for you? I know you must be hungry." Daisy asked and my sudden relaxed heart now knows that I was hungry.
"Yes, I am. Prepare my favorite. In fact, let me join you in the kitchen. You've uplifted my spirits."
We both headed to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. By the time we finished, it was almost noon.
"Should we still call this breakfast?" Daisy remarked with a smile.
"Yes," I agreed. As we were halfway through our meal, Daisy's phone began to ring. She answered it with a smile on her face.
"Hello, Ryan."
"My Angel, I'm so sorry I didn't call you this morning. It's almost noon. I hope it's not too late to hear your voice."
"No, you're not obligated to call me, and I don't need to get upset about it," Daisy replied.
"My name is Daisy, not Angel. How many times do I have to tell you that?" She blushed as she spoke those words.
"I promise to call you later in the evening. It will be nice to hear from you again."
"Okay, Ryan. Bye."
After the call ended, I couldn't hide my emotions and my happy mood.
"What's making you so happy? I know that wasn't Douglas' voice."
"No, guess what? Grandma introduced a young man to me yesterday."
"Your grandma? Are they trying to do to you what they did to me?" I couldn't find it amusing anymore as memories of my father's interference in my relationship resurfaced.
"Didn't you tell them that you have a boyfriend?"
"Mum, Ryan isn't my boyfriend. He's just a friend and also a family friend of your mum."
"I don't like such friends." I turned my attention back to the food I was eating. After taking a few more bites, I paused as my mouth was full, making it difficult to speak clearly. Finally, after swallowing, I asked,
"Why is the man calling you now?”
"Mum, he's just a friend. I have a boyfriend."
"I don't want what happened to me to happen to you. My parents forced me to marry Justin, and you saw how it turned out. I don't want that for you." I stood up, feeling a transfer of aggression, and walked to my room. It was then that I heard a car stop in front of the house. I went to the window and saw it was Gabriel's car. I quietly returned to bed and lay down. I was still on my bed when I heard a knock on my door.
"Hi, Mum..."
"Yes, come in," I said, and Daisy opened my door and said, "Gabriel is waiting for you in the living room, and I want to see someone," she smiled.
"Who do you want to see?" I asked quickly, and she walked closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I don't want to hear both of you arguing. I know one of you would raise your voice."
Daisy left my room, and I took my time, finding something to delay me in my room for almost twenty minutes. But all the while, Gabriel was waiting in the living room without saying anything. When I entered the living room, the first thing I said was,
"What can I do for you? I don't think it would be appropriate for us to continue this relationship."
Gabriel immediately stood up, his face filled with deep sorrow, and he said,
"First and foremost, I'm sorry for not letting you know the kind of person I was in my past life. One reason for that was because I was afraid of losing you. How could I say I have children and still expect you to accept me? I wanted to tell you when we walked down the aisle..."
"I'm no longer interested. Keep all your secrets to yourself."
"How do you expect me to live?" He interrupted me. "That was my past life. In fact, that wasn't the extent of what I've done," he paused. As soon as he said those words, I felt something inside me that wanted him to reveal it all.
"Really? So tell me, what have you done with your life?"
"All I need is forgiveness," he said, looking into my eyes and he continued, “I didn't know what love was at that time. I slept with women indiscriminately, and I was proud of it back then. Honestly, I've fathered more children than you know..."
This new revelation shocked me, and despite hating him, I was eager to know more about him.
"What else don't I know about you?" I asked.
"Juliana, I've fathered more than fifty children. Besides sleeping with different women who gave birth to my children, I also sell my sperm to countless women who want to get pregnant."
"Oh my goodness!" I stood up, and at that moment, there was a knock on the door. Before I could say, "Come in," Johnson had already opened the door and he said,
"Sweetheart! You left without telling me. How was your experience last night?"
Gabriel looked at me, waiting for my response. What should I say? Did he know that I had played with his genitals?
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