CHAPTER TWO

"MARTIN!" He was immediately greeted with a tight hug, and he hugged back the woman who greeted him now with a smile.

"I miss you, Sheila." He said while looking at her gentle face. He couldn't stop himself from giving her soft lips a passionate kiss.

She responded and followed the movement of his kiss, their kiss deepened, so he pulled away from the kiss and gazed at the woman embraced in his arms.

He smiled at her and kissed her on the lips.

"Let's continue to your room." He said softly.

He immediately carried Sheila upstairs to her room. He didn't care if she had a wife and a child waiting for him. His happiness is here.

They are here in the room, warming up the cold bed that Sheila will be lying on now.

They were both naked, he gazed at Sheila's body now, he caressed the sensitive parts of her body and he knew that the woman with him liked it.

He hears soft moans coming from the woman's room now, they followed the passionate call of their bodies, he hasn't experienced this in a long time, because of work and when he's at home, he has no desire to do the things a spouse does.

They only got married because he got her pregnant at the wrong time, he wasn't ready to be a father, and above all, he wasn't attracted to his wife, a huge mistake in his life.

He felt that he was about to reach the peak of heaven.

"Sheila," he mentioned the woman's name while his body swayed, accompanied by Sheila.

It hadn't even been a few minutes when they finally reached what their bodies were looking for. He collapsed onto the body of the woman who had thoroughly pleased him, while his breath was still ragged and he could hear the beating of her heart.

He kissed Sheila. He couldn't kiss Sharlene like this, because he felt disgusted, wondering why he hadn't been careful before, and now, he was tied to her.

He lay down naked with Sheila.

"I thought you went home to your place?" Sheila asked him.

He just sighed, "I found out there was a wake at our house." He said, his voice clearly showing his displeasure at what had happened earlier.

"Who died? "Asked him innocently.

"Sharlene's grandmother." That was his brief answer.

"Oh, is that why you came here?" Martin sees the confuse and surprised look.

"Yeah, and besides, you're really the reason I'm here." He said while looking at his companion.

Sheila smiled at him sweetly.

"Does your spouse know that she has a rival?" Asked Sheila while poking his arms.

"She knows that, she's just pretending not to see, because I know she doesn't want to separate because of our child Ashley." He explains to Sheila.

"So, the child is being used so that you won't separate to her." Sheila said while nodding.

"Do you really love your daughter?" Asked Sheila while looking at him intently.

Do I really love my child? He wondered about it back then.

"No." he quickly answered to the question that Sheila throws to him.

"You really cruel father, Ashley, your still runs in your blood, Martin." She chuckled softly.

"I would rather die that child." He said that his voice is serious.

"Then, if I get pregnant, you won't accept our child?" She asked while looking at him.

"That won't happen, because I promise," he whispered to her. "I really want us to have a child." He gently caressed her face.

"You're so sweet, that's why I really want you to be here." she said to him enticingly.

"You make me want to do it again." He said to her. "Look, it's hard already, sweetie," he whispered.

"You're an animal in bed, hon." Sheila chuckled.

He was about to kiss her when he felt a sharp glare directed at him, so he immediately turned away.

There was no one else, just the two of them, him and Shiela.

"What happened?" Sheila asked confuse while looking at Martin.

Just my imagination. Told himself.

"Nothing." He spoke.

He kissed her back; he was on top of the woman's body watching as he aligned his manhood with her womanhood.

He was about to let it in when they heard the sound of breaking glass.

They were alarmed, so they quickly set up a boundary and changed into their attire.

"Is there anyone here, Sheila?" He asked Sheila.

Sheila only shook her head. "We don't have a housekeeper right now," she only replied confused and alarmed.

"Stay there first, it might be a thief or a bad person who broke in here." He said with an authority.

He didn't let Sheila finished; he immediately went down the stairs where he heard the glass shatter.

He didn't see anyone, so he scanned the other parts of the house. Something caught his eye, a woman dressed in mourning, sitting on the couch with her back to him, holding a broken mirror.

He felt a shiver run through his body, so he reached for the knife in the kitchen back then, observing his next move.

Suddenly, it stood up from the chair, walked around, and he hid when it passed by. He couldn't see its face because all the lights in the house he was staying in were turned off.

He noticed on the floor, there were marks left behind, he stared at them, with every step the woman took, there were marks left behind, she was wearing a shoe, he couldn't make out what kind of marks were left.

He followed it with his gaze. He was talking and seemed to be mumbling to herself; he saw her strange smile that made the hair on his entire body stand on end. It just passed through the door, so Martin blinked repeatedly, peaking at it through the window, walking back and forth while carrying broken glass.

Laughing as if going insane. It passed through their high gate again.

He didn't know if his eyes and mind were playing tricks on him with what he was seeing now; he saw the traces of its shoes, mud mixed with blood.

He shook his head, so he quickly reached for the switch and the surroundings immediately lit up. The mark he saw seemed to vanish like a bubble.

Shaking his head – he just shook his head. Nothing in the house was broken.

"Martin?" "Sheila called out to him, worried.

He looked at it and just scratched his head, wondering what was happening. He kissed her on the forehead.

"We need to sleep." That's all he said to Sheila.

Sheila just nodded, and they immediately lay down on the bed side by side, like a married couple. Sheila hugged him. He embraced her too.

He still can't sleep because he's thinking about what he saw earlier.

You need to sleep, Martin. He could only say it in his mind. So, he closed his eyes. He forgot what he saw tonight.