Don't give up on love.
Myla says nothing. She goes back to the dressing room, changes. When she returns with a very simple fitting gown, that is less revealing of her chest, he nods.
“No man is going to see what's inside, because it belongs to me alone.”
She smirks, and he comes from behind her, robing his hands on her curses.
“Your perfect.” he whispers into her ears.
She shivers, and he smiles at her complexion through the mirror.
He looks down at her, and she raises her head to him.
“How did I find you?”
She faces him and cups his face. “I have no idea,”
He chuckles, and says, still in a low pitch.
“I'm a f-cking possessive and jealous husband, when I see you around any man. That's my greatest weakness. So, if you want to hurt me at my core, go ahead and let a man touch you, even a slightest bit, and he's going to be dead. While you...will be punished. Never forget this.”
He doesn't blink an eye as she stares at him to check, if he meant what he said, and she swallows thickly when she sees it.
He kisses the crown of her head, “Let me walk you outside.”
She nods, smiling a little, and he holds her hand as they leave together.
...
*At Jessie's house*
“I got scared that I was going to be arrested for asking someone's wife to my party.”
Myla laughs. “I didn't believe him at first when he said, he wanted your number. What if a man picked up your phone? I will be buried by now.”
They chortle again, and she introduces Myla to a few people.
James suddenly walks into the house and all the ladies look as his direction as if he was the only man in this party.
“Didn't think you'd come.” Jessie says.
“Why wouldn't I, when there are pretty women in the camp?”
Some single ladies giggle, but Myla just sips on her drink.
He darts his gaze to Myla whose eyes are wondering around her.
“Let her be, James. She's married.” Jessie says.
He scoffs, and still walks to Myla.
“Don't say I didn't warn you. Besides her guard is outside.”
When, Myla sees him coming, the first thing she does is reflect on what Jamal told her.
'If you want to hurt me at my core, go ahead and let a man touch you, even a slightest bit, and he's going to be dead.'
It's better she keeps her distance, for prevention is the best.
“And, I meet you again. What a mistake your husband made to let you come here in the first place.”
Myla squints her eyes at him. “You talk boldly. Hope whenever you see him, you speak this way at all cost.”
He chuckles. “Then, you will be surprised,”
“Yeah, I will be greatly surprised.”
He stares at her from the head to the soul of her feet. “You look mesmerizing in this dress, and even more as a person.”
“Good try, Borne.”
“I mean it. Not every woman stands so confidential with me. It's likely a rare factor.”
“Wow! You're such a good stalker. And a liar.”
He laughs. “It's been so long someone made me laugh this way. I've been wondering where you hid from my sights, all these years I ended up with the wrong woman.”
“I believe you once loved this woman you claim is the wrong one. Don't you think you should be called an idiotic for insulting the lady, who was once your joy?”
“It's not an insult, but the truth. Listen, I didn't divorce her as some people say I did. Rumors always trail more than what exist. She left me, so she loosed.”
“It doesn't matter who left who. But, you loose for letting her go.”
“Rather, I think I was saved from killing a tigress in my jungle.”
“And, what does your jungle consist of? Other tigress, or submissive ones in particular?”
“I wasn't an adulterer, Myla. I was devoted.”
“And I didn't say you were. Cause if I know, an adulterer is the stealer of someone's wife. Could you be guilty of that? Weird right?”
“You have such a good way of talking back. But, no, I'm not guilty of what I didn't do.”
Myla shakes her head at his words, but says nothing more.
“Women nowadays can't submit, so they find someone else to match on. I refuse to be used as a carpet.”
“Why don't you look at it this way. They want to feel loved. And, you aren't loving them as they need. How sure are you, you are not messing up on your side?”
“That's always the excuse. What type of love do they want? You can't control a man, except he's foolish towards you. And foolishness is not love.”
“Let me tell you; they want love with a red heart, and not rainbow, that changes throughout the season. We need people who'd be patient with us, because that's what love is. So, if you loved her, you wouldn't give up on her, ever. Patience is not foolishness either, and if you weren't foolish, you wouldn't be here.”
He raises his brows and she continues.
“I shouldn't be talking about God, right now, but most of us still get married in churches or by priests, or Mayors. And, they tell you to love your wives, while they summit to you. It's a two way thing. If one person does it well, and the other doesn't, it may work out. But, in this case, no one is doing anything.”
“Still, looking into this kindly, the man has a greater burden, because it's very hard to love someone. It's hard to always tolerate a woman's attitudes, and God knows why he said that to you, men, who have pride. So you can be humbled amongst others, who aren't married to you.”
“And, you're right. We can't control a man. But, when we get the secrets of his heart, then we can control him, not because he's foolish, but because we're wise.”
“What an analyst. You know...you should be a marriage couch.”
“Thanks. But, I better couch my home first.”
“Yeah, you should. Besides, your husband is a hell lucky man, and I can't help but get jealous of him.”
“Just go after your wife, and see if things will work out. I find it hard to believe a woman will leave a man like you.”
“Tell me how good enough I should be, because I've done everything I can. Listen, Myla, I know my ex. She's a spoiled rich lady, who will always get on my nerves, because she things money can buy love. She knows plenty of men will satisfy her needs as long as she is wealthy. But, I ain't that.”
“I shouldn't have gotten married to a famous woman, I had a one night stand with. I mean...what was I thinking? If she could give herself out to me so easily, then she would've done it with anyone else. She can't control her hormones.”
“Wait a second. Are you telling me she cheated on you, and still choosed to divorce you.”
“I guess so. Her ex-husband which is not me, went through the same torment.”
“You can't conclude that. Maybe he's the reason she did that to you, because she knows you won't bare her just as her ex-husband didn't. She was ready for anything. She's just difficult to please, but needs someone more tangible, and dominant to withhold all her tortures. I still say this, you wouldn't have accepted the divorce.”
“So, I could let her crumble my heart, with some men? Never!”
“You knew your tigress. All you needed to do was tame her better, and show her ex, you're a man, because he wasn't.”
“Like I said, she asked for the divorce. I wouldn't drag things to get even worse. That's what she wanted. And, I believe she has the right to leave her life as she wants.”
Myla sighs. “Don't be surprised that someone else will handle her better, and she's going to love him all her days. And, you'd be asking, 'where did I go wrong?' Well, I tell you, this is where you went wrong.”
“I wouldn't ask that. I'd be very happy for her. Besides, she caused it. So, I have nothing to worry about.”
“Stop giving excuses about the past. You stopped being a man, when you were ready to accept the divorce. And, she stopped being a woman when she couldn't tolerate her ex-husband anymore, and started competing with him by sleeping with other men."
“That's the job of the enemy. Always wanting to separate a good thing. And, if you know the main objective of that enemy, you'd never give-in to it.”
He chuckles. “What enemy?”
“You know already. We are our own enemies, when we let bad things into our lives. I won't talk about the devil, because you don't believe in God.”
He arranges himself, and takes two glasses of wine from the bar side, handing the other to her.
She accepts it, while he sip on his.
“Just know this; be able to handle the little devices used against your marriage in the future. Absorb it like a bullet proof. Let it hurt you, and let it mold you. Fall and stand. Don't give up on-love.”
“Loving someone is an everyday process, James. Many couples struggle with that everyday.”
“Before you told her you loved her, you were ready to do anything for her. Do you know the guilt, and torment she'd face if you keep loving her the same? That no matter the things she does, you're still there to care, and treat her like the woman she deserves to be? Only that, will break her. And, she's going to ask herself, what type of man are you? If you do all these, and she doesn't come back to you, then you have every right to be a happily divorced man.”
James is just amazed at how she has made him speechless.
Myla chuckles. “I should stop. You're certainly getting bored with all these. But, I've said what I've said. Left to you.”
To be continued...