The Attack 5
Then, Denise unfastened his seatbelt and let out a dry smile before he said.
“I knew he was not going to call. All the same, I appreciate you for urging me to call. Otherwise, I would not have known that he deliberately disappointed me on my wedding day because he was envious of my achievement.”
“Don't conclude yet, please. We will talk more on this. By the way, how is your wife feeling about his behavior?”
“I did not involve her in it. You are the first person I am discussing it with.”
“That is perfect. You have done well by keeping her out of it. Like I said, we will talk more on it.”
“Okay, Godfather. Thank you for your encouragement.”
They got off the car and got into the parlor. Mrs. Fields who was playing piano on the keyboard paused and walked up to them before she welcomed them.
“Welcome back. How was your outing?”
“Our outing was fine. And where is Angel?”
Mr. Fields asked.
“She is resting in the guest room.”
Denise, who had been standing silently beside Mr. Fields since they walked into the parlor, began to walk to the guest room. Just then, his phone rang.
At the Bailey Native Home
“You are right Arthur. Being with the right partner is the key. Anything short of that is suicidal.”
“Yes, being with the appropriate partner will guarantee the success of the relationship if each person works hard to be the appropriate partner.”
At this point, Mr. Arthur Bailey's assertion made Stephen Bailey to become edgy because it put him on the spot. He had not thought of being a good partner, but wished to have one. It occurred to him that his ex-girlfriend and the mother of his son may be a good partner if he had thought of being one too.
However, he went ahead to make his purpose of visit and intentions known to Mr. Arthur Bailey.
“Just like I said, I have made up my mind to pick a wife and I need the right partner that will help me relish my life to the fullest.”
“I am delighted to hear that, and you have my full support as the Head of my Branch of the Bailey's family.”
Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey sipped his tea and waited for him to continue. Then Mr. Stephen Bailey sipped his tea too before he declared.
“Yes. As the Head of your branch of the Bailey's family, I need your support and consent, and that is why I am here. There is no other woman who can make me live my life to the fullest apart from the woman that had been tested and trusted. She was a good wife and a loving mother and I know that with your encouragement, she may give my proposal a thought.”
Mr. Stephen Bailey's request bewildered Mr. Arthur Bailey because he could not figure out whom he could be talking about. He ran a mental search of the person he could be talking about, but he was unable to find out any woman who fitted into his description and who required his encouragement. To avoid taking more of his time, he asked a leading question.
“That is good, Stephen. Who is this woman you think that needs my encouragement to give your proposal a thought?”
“Thank you, Arthur. She is no other person than Nichole, the widow of your late brother, Williams.”
Before Mr. Stephen Bailey could complete his description, Mr. Arthur Bailey had butterflies in his belly. He picked his tea cup and began to sip his tea just to cover up his disapproval. Meanwhile, Mr. Stephen Bailey was relieved because he had broached the subject that had put his confidence at the lowest ebb. As he presumed, with Mr. Arthur Bailey in the picture, achieving his desire would be a walk in the park.
Mr. Bailey dropped his tea cup on the saucer and shot him an overbearing glance, which he misinterpreted to mean astonishment as a result of his impressive choice.
However, Mr. Arthur Bailey believed that it is only a dog who does not know its limit that would dare to bark in a lion's den. He smirked and asked with the demeanor of a tyrant.
“Did she tell you that she wanted to remarry?”
Now, to him, their conversation was gaining momentum, and he answered the question with excitement.
“I have not discussed it with her…”
However, Mr. Arthur Bailey interrupted him without cautious. Not wanting his anger to bleed into his voice, and asked a probing question.
“Why?”
Mr. Stephen Bailey found himself in a precarious situation and began to fidget.
“I felt I should let you know.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey dismissed him with one sentence.
“There is no need for that.”
Now, Mr. Stephen Bailey knew it was time to drop the discussion. His dismissive facial expression said it all. To keep the atmosphere lively, he let out a sheepish smile and confirmed Mr. Arthur Bailey's viewpoint.
“I can see. There is no need for that. I think I should go ahead and talk to her directly.”
The look on Mr. Arthur Bailey's face said it all. 'When do wild dogs become lion's opponent?' When Mr. Stephen Bailey waited for a word from him and none came, he knew it was time to leave. He sipped the last drop of his coffee, covered his cup on the saucer and announced.
“I have to take my leave. Thank you for the coffee and your time.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey gave him a perfunctory glance before he muttered in an inaudible voice.
“It is my pleasure. Thank you for coming.”
At this point. Mr. Stephen Bailey walked out of the house in trepidation by himself. He wondered if he had said anything that must have provoked him. When he could not think of any unpleasant behavior, he shrugged his shoulders and got into his car and murmured.
“Does he want her to spend all her life taking care of his children for him? This is selfishness. After all, the children are all grown up.”
The moon can only shine when the sunsets. Mr. Stephen Bailey could only ask those questions in Mr. Arthur Bailey's absence.
After he left, Mr. Arthur Bailey took a deep breath and relaxed on his couch. He rested his head on the headrest and reflected on the theatrical scene that just took place.
'He wants me to encourage the woman who I bedded all through the night to be his wife.'
'I wonder how many more battles I have to face because of Nichole?'
'What if they abduct her?'
The thought of abducting her made him to be quick-witted. He stood up with a start and walked to his bedroom only to meet Nichole still sleeping peacefully and looking more beautiful.
'Why do they suddenly become interested in her?'
He thought to himself as he admired her.
'What if she prefers another man to me?'
At this point, he developed a cold sweat before he joined her on the bed against his wish. He had wanted her to have a good rest, but he could not help it. He needed to reassure himself that she was his.
Nichole felt his presence on the bed and woke up. He felt guilty but drew her closer and made her to rest her head on his chest and urged.
“You can go back to sleep, my dear.”
She remained calm on his chest while his thought wandered about, ranging from when he was ignoring her romantic advances to when he began to love her.
'What if these men came up, and she abandoned me?'
Now, he held her firmly to his chest, as though someone wanted to snatch her away from him. Nichole, who could not go back to sleep with such suffocating grip, mistook his action for being horny and reciprocated by slipping her hand into his shirt and began rubbing his chest. Arthur, who was more interested in protecting her, remained calm, but she continued with caressing and massaging him. She moved her hand from his stomach to his manhood and looked up to his eyes. When they had eye contact, Arthur became soft and melted when she whispered.
“Arthur, I love you and will always be yours.”
With such reassurance, she allayed his fears and doubts, and his energy returned. He responded with a deep kiss after he acknowledged.
“Yes. You are mine. I am sorry I kept you waiting all along. Permit me to make it up to you now and always.”
“I will.”
Nichole looked into his eyes and said.
“We have each other now, and nothing can stop us.”
Her words made Mr. Arthur Bailey's blood rushed to his penis and he became hard and erected waiting for penetration. By now, his body chemistry was different from all other days, so he warned her.
“Can you withstand me today? I will be wild like never.”
“You are free. I'm yours.”
“Permit me please.”
He penetrated into her and she moaned. He stopped and looked into her eyes to know how she felt, but discovered that he pleasured her and continued. Likewise, he penetrated further and she moaned louder. With that, Arthur had the fulfillment and reassurance that he needed.
“I love you, Arthur.”
He looked into her eyes again as though he were searching for something, when he found it, he inquired.
“Do you want more?”
She nodded in agreement, and they had the craziest kind of love making again that they could imagine. Afterwards, Arthur muttered audibly.
“What would I have done without my Nichole?”
“Your Nichole would have waited for you.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey laughed joyously as though Mr. Christopher Harry and Mr. Stephen Bailey do not exist.
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