Their Dilemma 4
At The Government Hospital.
After Lorene got the message from her supposedly Mr. Arthur Bailey promising 'I will get back to you soon', her phone became precious to her.
'It will be impolite to keep him waiting when he gets back to me.'
She thought and went about her work with her phone in her uniform pocket and checked her phone whenever she got a message alert.
(Ding)
She hurriedly pulled out her phone from her uniform pocket, ignoring the patients who were queued up in front of her. She punched on the message from the number she collected from Nichole, which she saved as Sweetheart. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she read through. She quickly replied.
(Lunch is accepted, and my place is ideal for me. My address is Flat 10 Favor Estate, No 2 Barracks Avenue, I will be at home at 1:00 pm. See you.)
She smiled from ear to ear as she typed the message while the patients looked on. After she sent the message, looked up from her phone only to see that the patients were glaring at her the whole time, she ignored them. Sounding quite pompous, she apologized perfunctorily.
“Sorry, please.”
She absent-mindedly got back to work, which affected her output. When she was done with the patients, she hurriedly walked to Evelyn Whyte's office and showed the message to her. She read through and expressed her pleasure over their accomplishments.
“I told you, getting his number from Nichole was not going to be as difficult as you thought.”
“You are right. The man must have been love starved since Nichole overshadowed him with her presence.”
“That is it. He is lucky to have accepted your invitation. I trust what you can do.”
“Certainly. It will be a weekend shut down. I will make him forget all his years of loneliness.”
“Got it.”
At The Underground.
Mr. Stephen Bailey was on cloud number nine after he got Lorene's message.
'This is the only good thing that had happened to me since last week. She must be a rich woman to leave in such an area.'
He concluded, as he swam in the ocean, of love. However, his partner's voice broke his reverie.
“Was that from your woman?”
He glared at him with an untold wrath and hostilities, as though he was responsible for his plight. The truth was that, he did not know how to wriggle himself out of the issue of 'my woman'. He felt that ignoring him was the best defense mechanism.
“How is that your business?”
He could not believe that such comment could come from him. Then, he sat quietly and penniless on his couch and watched him fantasize about. A few minutes to the time scheduled by Lorene, he began to dress up. When he was satisfied with his look, he chartered a taxi and headed to Barracks Avenue.
At Lorene's Apartment.
She got off work and drove to a grocery store and hurried home to make a quick meal for his dream man. Thereafter, she took her bath, applied her cream and smelled fresh.
(Grrr)
Came the doorbell. She looked at her time, and it was 1:00 on the dot.
“Wow. A very punctual man.”
She muttered as she hurriedly walked to the door. Her strapless camisole bra upon her cotton linen bum shot made her look sexy and hotter. Now, she adjusted her cleavage to expose more before she opened the door. She was greeted by a handsome gentleman from the Bailey's family. The cologne scent emitting from his body was captivating. They locked eyes for a few seconds in silence before Mr. Stephen Bailey broke the hush.
“Hi, I'm Mr. Bailey. I'm delighted to be privileged to know such a beautiful lady.”
His voice wrapped up her body and she felt a tingling sensation on her nipples.
“Come in.”
She said with a romantic smile.
“Thank you.”
The truth was that she did not really know who Arthur Bailey was or what he looked like. The urge to take him and shame Nichole would not let her get her senses together.
At The Underground.
After Mr. Stephen Bailey left for his date, his partner, a twenty-two years old foreigner, was lost of what to do next. He was forced by his war torn country to emigrated to Dover, searching for a decent means of livelihood and refuge after the war claimed his parents. As an illegal emigrant, he was hiding and working under the table. His income was hardly enough to sustain him, even if it could, he would not move about freely or get a legitimate job. He had been in Dover since he was nineteen years old and had worked with the likes of Mr. Stephen Bailey, who recruited him into crimes. At his age, he had executed many criminal activities which were against his wish. He had tried to serve his employers with honesty to avoid offending them.
When Mr. Stephen Bailey told him that their victim was his woman, he said it because of his morals. He may execute the job and bore him with moral teachings. So, to be on a safer side, he shared with him that she was his woman. The urge to help him recover his woman was paramount on his mind than the criminal activities.
He ran into Mr. Stephen Bailey when he came to his Resort to look for a menial job. The only skill he had was to use a piano to make music – a skill he learned from the church while he was growing up. Meanwhile, he was familiar with such hostilities.
He knew that the time to ditch him had come, he was no longer useful to him. That means there will be no meal for him, and he would be subjected to hiding from the authority until whenever he finds another criminal that would hire him.
At Lorene's Apartment.
She held the door handle for him until he walked in, and she shut the door.
“Welcome to my humble home. Please make yourself comfortable.”
She said as she motioned him to a seat.
“Thank you.”
He said as he took his seat and admired the beautiful parlor which had a feminine outlook with fresh flowers on the center table in a flower verse which color complimented the flowers. The fresh flowers provided a mild natural scent to the house, and he complimented.
“You have a beautiful apartment. It is as beautiful as you.”
Lorene took her seat happily beside him and responded.
“Thank you. I am happy you like it.”
They locked eyes again for a few seconds, and Mr. Stephen Bailey said.
“Will you permit me to do this on our first date?”
He began to move his face closer to her, kissed her lower lips and extolled her.
“After reading your message this morning, I concluded that you must be amazingly beautiful. And I am not disappointed. I love you.”
“Thank you. I love you too.”
She said as she bit his lower lips and looked into his eyes.
“It is our first physical meeting. I have loved you before today and would always do.”
He bit her lips again, but longer than the first time.
“Thank you for loving me. I will always love you too.”
He said, while he tried to inch backwards, but Lorene held his neck and gave him a passionate kiss to put an end to his love starved life and make him forget his years of loneliness. Mr. Stephen Bailey became nervous, and she noticed it. She caressed him by kissing his cheek, neck, and ears.
“Feel free with me. It is not our first date.”
Now, many thoughts beclouded his head.
'How did she get my phone number? Who is she? Could she be a set-up?'
He lost himself abruptly from her and looked into her eyes.
'How could I be this careless? This could be Denise's plot.'
She smiled and urged him on as she got off the couch, knelt on her two knees and moved closer to him. Then, she cupped his face with her two hands and looked into his eyes and said.
“I can see you are a perfect gentleman and would not want to be silly on our first date. I bet you, I will never hold it against you.”
With the look in her eyes, she appeared genuinely in love with him. The same look he saw in Ann Princewill's eyes and other women he had been sampling. To have a concrete assurance, he asked
“Will anyone be offended by my visit?”
Lorene got his question. He wanted to find out if she was in a relationship. She bit his lips softly again and said.
“The only person who will be offended is you for seeing your visit as a first date. There is nothing to worry about, I am all available for only you.”
Now, he laid his guard down. Lorene kissed him passionately again, and he reciprocated.
However, her strapless camisole bra had gone up to her chest, exposing her 36DD breast. She rested his head on her chest in between her breasts and caressed his head. Likewise, he placed his left hand on her waist and kissed her neck, jaw, and chin and carefully avoided her exposed breasts. But she drew his attention to them by lifting his right hand and rubbing it on her left nipple. He looked into her eyes and they smiled.
“I love you.”
He said as he pulled her nipple a bit and bit it.
“Arrhh.”
She moaned. Now, Mr. Stephen Bailey had taken control as the master of the game. He sulked her nipples while kissing her lips at intervals. Then, he ran his left hand into her bum short and pushed it down. He made her to lie on his thighs facing him while she removed her bum short.
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