He never misses you

Down at the beach house that was once Vanessa's property and now the Burton's hideout, Vanessa clad in red lingerie inhaled and exhaled the fumes of cigar before throwing the remains in the ash tray.

She stood at the open air balcony watching the water rising up and down due to the strong waves. Suddenly, a man appeared behind her. He was short with a belly and had an anchor beard. Taking off his shades, he licked his lips dry drooling for the woman's fine skin. Vanessa might have been in her early fifties but she was still compelling and able to warm a man's bed. After Pj's rejection, she resolved to rewind her old times with Rocco. She hated herself for having to sleep with other men when she had a husband.

"I don't think last night was enough or will it ever be enough. I can do those hot thighs some justice, what do you think?" He spanked her butt.

"I'm too old to play such games with you. I don't have the guts to please a man who couldn't do his job properly. That girl could have been buried by now. Argh! Brush your teeth, you stink like a pig!" Vanessa sauntered back to the vast bed.

"C'mon darling, I could get rid of that girl any time I want. She's nothing compared to my mortal enemies. Your son was there to protect her and there's nothing I could do." Rocco defended himself.

"I don't give second chances and you of all the people know it. We're done, me and you, it never happened." She picked up her long black dress from the floor and adjusted it on her body. She put back her stilettos and taking out her purse from the drawer, something else fell down, a parcel. She grabbed it and tore it open only to find three steamy photos of her with PJ.

"Have you been stalking me for the past fifteen years? Whoa! What is this? Are you a lunatic or what! Do you care to explain why you have these photos with you?"

Vanessa was astounded and she burned with rage when she realized Rocco had fooled her for so long. A secret she thought only her son knew had become someone else's easy target. She had every reason to believe that Rocco didn't actually stop his obsession for him to have sent someone to spy on her for all those years.

"Vanessa, Vanessa, why are you getting yourself worked up. I knew you were never a saint at all. Remember you giving a blowjob to Mr. Harry for the exam answers. You didn't stop at it when you pushed him down the stairs. He died miserably after so many years in a wheelchair. My dear Vanessa, what else do I have on you..... let's jog your mind a little bit." He tried to reach out to her but she moved away.

"You were never a saint either but before I say it out loud, give me one good reason why you've been stalking me all these years. I know it's not coincidental but you have your plans and I'm gonna find out what exactly you're up to." She pointed fingers at him.

"How does it feel to want something forbidden even after trying hard to be a good wife to a fantasy based husband. He was never yours in the first place you know. He was in love with a poor girl just like your son is. She died in his arms and he never forgot to visit her grave from time to time. So tragic, so traumatizing, don't you think?"

"What are you talking about?" Vanessa struggled to keep herself in check, everything Rocco was saying was certainly uncomprehendable.

"He never misses you, you want know why? He has been in love with his dead girlfriend for the past thirty years of your marriage. She loved piano and your old man has been doing his very best to keep her memory alive. That includes shutting his heart from all her rivals. Like father, like son. Your son is going down the same pathway and there's nothing you're gonna do to stop him from loving a lupus girl."

Vanessa was dumbstruck and everything was starting to make sense to her. She recalled her husband telling her about the a song he was composing for someone special. Almond never opened up to her even once and she barely knew his past life.

"What else should I know?" Vanessa asked all of a sudden.

"Don't tell me your so called husband is that hideous, anyways he lives in the fantasy world. Singing for the dead." Rocco chuckled hard and patter her shoulder.

"I'm your only safe retreat and not your dear Almond or that cowboy. One never even loved you and the other obviously didn't value you as a woman. You deserve better and I Rocco, can give you all of that. Come here." He let Vanessa lean in his shoulder but she retracted immediately and glared hard at him.

"What do you want from me? You never loved me Rocco. You a queer so drop the act. You and I know how you want it hard with men." Vanessa couldn't beat about the bush anymore. She knew all his dirty linen that he was afraid of it being wrapped out in the public. Reece Burton, his father was a priest and Rocco was a hardcore that his father had to punish him every now and then. Even in his death, Rocco hated him with so much passion. His father had often referred to him as the 'black child of woes' and he ended up. being rebellious.