Chapter 14: Paul’s story

I distinctively remember it being a Monday. I remember so because I would later get in trouble at work for going AWOL for almost three days. It was the beginning of a bad relationship with my boss; a nasty development that amped up my drinking and would eventually motivate me to move to the UK.

My darling, the love of my life, called me the day before. Her voice was so small and unusually timid that I knew something was up. I asked her what it was, and she told me she had something important to say to me.

Her voice was sweet as usual, but she was breathing fast. I could tell from the other side that she was really excited.

I said, “Okay”, and held the phone tight in my hand.

She asked if she could go ahead with Han in their relationship; a question I was totally unprepared for.

Go ahead? I asked. What did that mean? The man had already cummed in her mouth, and she wanted more?

I resisted. I argued. I begged. But my darling had me by the balls. (A figure of speech: had her soft hands actually been on my balls, I wouldn’t be complaining like this.)

It is true. She knew the things I would do for her, and she would use it to her advantage. My darling always got what she wanted. When she wanted.

The whole Monday morning, I twisted and turned on my bed. The phone call had taken my appetite, and the nerves kept me from falling asleep.

When I left home, the sky had already darkened. I pressed on the clutch hard and turned the key. My hands were shaking. I stared at the street lights for a moment, and my little jeep roared into action.

Nikki had given me an address to come to. I knew where it was. I would pass it every morning on my way to work. It was an empty parking lot near the Secretariat Office, and I knew very few cars will be parked there at that hour.

I drove and eventually pulled into the parking lot. Han’s sedan was already there, blinking. I parked my jeep next to the entrance and slowly walked towards the car. My heart ran amok in my chest.

I saw two figures in the front seats. My darling was wearing a white top and a short black skirt. From the look of it, her tits seemed to be contained in a pair of unruly bras underneath. But it was only a guess. No bra straps showed to confirm my hypothesis.

Han saw me first. His hand on her thigh, underneath the skirt hem burrowed deeper while his other hand lowered the window on Nikki’s side. My darling smiled at me.

Before I could talk to her, Han told me to step in. (I guess I would be alone in the backseat tonight.)

Han had this unusual air of courtesy. It wasn’t friendliness. Not really. It was more like tolerance. There was unexpressed annoyance in it, and I feared he might rid of this courtesy and show me his true colours.

Nikki was different when she was with Han. She was more ... timid. She stood next to him, clutching his arm, as he asked for a double room.

Moments ago, Nikki and I were alone. Han had gone to get a valet, leaving her with me. Standing on the curb, I thought she might talk to me. Console me. And the subconscious part of my brain hoped that she might tell me she was wrong. That we should stop this madness while we could. But she just stared at Han, and I stared at her.