Secret lover

Because of the way he behaves around me. It feels like I am angry that he has a girlfriend. Why am I feeling bad? Do I really want to be his girlfriend? Or do I want to be his girl because my husband asked me to, I thought he wasn’t interested in relationships, but who knows, he has a secret lover. I can’t simply kill his girlfriend and ask him out. It will seem like I am the one who killed his girlfriend because I wanted to get close to him.

I walked towards our building. Who am I kidding? I need to see what his girlfriend looks like. I bet he must be at home, I thought, and stopped a taxi. I got into the taxi "Ralph i  am coming." I muttered underneath my breath.

The taxi stopped in front of Ralph’s house, and he stepped out of the taxi, and the driver drove off.

Ralph walked through his gate and his security greeted him. He returned the greetings and walked to the main door of his house. He opened the door and sighted a woman in her early forties. She was beautiful and had red hair with hazel eyes. She was sitting on the couch. She gazed at him and stood up from the chair immediately, and he hugged her tightly. With his hand on her hair, she was at his chest length.

Ralph disengaged from the hug and stared at her.

"So you have finally given up on looking for your daughter and come back to me." He remarked.

"I didn’t give up, I just decided to take a break and come and see you, it’s been a long time I really miss you a lot." She beamed, smiling from ear to ear.

"I almost forgot that I have a family since you left me alone." He whined with pouted lips and she smiled at him.

"I promised you I would come back, didn’t i?" She beamed.

"You did and I am glad you are back, so when are you going back to Paris?" he inquired.

"Next month." She beamed.

"So you just came to leave with me for a month, can’t you make it two months?" he inquired with pitiful eyes.

"I really have something to take care of, I can’t stay more than a month." She replied

"Alright, go make me food, I am hungry I miss your food." He grinned.

"I will go make you food now, what about Deacon?" She asked, parking her hair in a ponytail with a pink rubber band.

"He is fine, he will like to see you too," Ralph muttered, smiling endlessly.

"Sit here, I will go and make something for you to eat." She said, pushing him to the couch, and he fell on the couch, relaxing his hand, staring at her as she walked towards the kitchen. Ralph took the remote from his table and switched on the TV.

Lucinda arrived in front of Ralph’s house and walked to the gate. She tried to enter when the security stalked her.