jilted episode 67

JILTED
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©™Hapita
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Sequence 67
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?Ambrose POV ?

I left her place immediately I got the sheet. The house was silent as expected, I searched for cigratte, it been a while I did this. Haira made me reduce the rate at which I smoke months back. The last time I smoke was about four to five months now. Right now, I can't think, I just think I need it.

A stick, two, three and maybe still counting. I was red in and out, I fixed my eyes at our wedding pictures hanging all over the room.

I haven't been in so much shit all my life, I am smart and always find a way out. Hanna trapped me, I still don't have my wife to talk to.

"Ambrose, face this shit, tell your wife!" I said to myself puffing out a thick smoke.

No, I am crazy. Why tell her if I can just pay Hanna to erase all traces of what happened last night? I can't lose Haira, we have been through a lot. She wouldn't come out of the trauma if we divorce likewise myself. She's the little candle with a bright light in my life. If she leaves, this whole money and everything is gone. She's behind my success, I can't think alone, who would advice me on which business to do and how much capital to start with? Telling Haira is a no, she mightn't believe Hanna seduce me, the video showed me screwing a lady, a lady whose face never showed.


Two months later

I just wake up to breakfast, I no longer stay in the house since everywhere is boring. I haven't set my eyes on her for the whole of two months. I dropped flowers at her door every first day of the month, she take them, she usually drop a thank you note in our matrimonial room. It was not enough, I don't want thank you note, she's ruining me emotionally and financially. I have resulted to drinking heavily, most times I just spend time with whores at the bar, spending foolishly and recklessly on drinks.

I return home dead drunk to meet dinner, I eat every bite of food she serves. My business is running down, I haven't been concentrating, I even sacked my manager who tried taking to me about my reckless spending.

My life is shit, pure bull shit. I need my wife again, I have been sleeping with whores, my erection is driving me crazy. She doesn't answer my calls or messages, she just cook and never allow me see her face.

On a Saturday, I was bent on seeing her, Apollos went for her extra lesson as usual, I played a trick on Haira, I made it look like I left the house while I waited patiently for her to come to the kitchen.

I stood behind the door when I heard her footsteps, immediately she stepped in, I pulled her into me frightening shit out of her.

"I miss you" I hugged her tight, tears ran down my cheeks. She wrapped her hands around me and sniffed "I miss you too"

I smiled when she said that, I can't wait to reconcile with her.

"Make love to me baby, I miss every bite" I pushed her into the wall, she pushed me backward.

"God, you have been smoking? The devil is a liar, this is my 60th day, I would return to the room soon, Just let me be for now please" She said as she tried walking out on me.

"Beatrice, please listen to me, okay fine, 60th day right? I would wait but move in the room with me please, I have been smoking terribly, help me baby" I pleaded holding her to my body. She looks so pale and weak, she lost a whole lot of weight and I could easily feel her bones sliding against my body.

"This fasting has thrown you off balance, you are weak and pale, lost a lot of weight too please see the doctor" I pleaded trying to kiss her.

"Let me be please, I just want to concentrate"

"Baby, who have you been talking to? Your marriage is crumbling, have you seen the harm you are doing to us? Business is running down, I can't think straight" I went on my kneels holding her leg. She seems not to be moved, she stormed out of the kitchen leaving me on the floor.

I cried my eyes out, I ran to the room to get a stick from my pack, that's the only thing that consoles me since the beginning of this madness.

Hanna is still there blackmailing me, we have had sex once more but I was very aggressive, I injured her seriously and she left me since then. She haven't asked for sex since last month now, maybe she's still treating her injury.

?Hanna POV ?

"Anthony, you would not leave this house oo, take your fucking gift man, give me orgasm" I yelled throwing the shopping nylons across the room.

Laura suggested I give Ambrose some space, our last sex was hell, I was rough handled, he did it with no mercy and I couldn't even walk for three days. Thank God Anthony wasn't home then. Now that he's back since two weeks, he hasn't fulfilled his promise of blowing my mind, yet he's planning another trip to Malaysia. No way.

"Are you sick? There's something you aren't telling me?" I asked wiping the sweat on my forehead, he stood few steps away from me and stared like an innocent child.

"No" He responded sharply moving towards the bed.

"Gay?" I questioned trailing him with my eyes as he sank into bed.

"God forbid!"

"So what? Make love to me, I don't want gold, I don't want heels, I am rejecting your money, Just take me to bed now!" I fired brushing my hair with my fingers aggressively.

"You want this?" He asked and I nodded.

"You really want this?" He asked again. I was irritated.

"I want it, I know what I want!"

"Fine!"

I watch him get out of bed, he undressed in a flash, I froze at what I saw, he possessed the type of manhood I have never seen, well maybe only in pornography.

Huge and long, I wonder what the length would be like when it erects, can I stand this?

"You wanted it, come for it" He opened his arms and I walk in.

"I haven't done this before, it's my first time" He whispered as he kissed my neck. I raised my head to look in his eyes, it sounds strange "A virgin?" I asked and he nodded.

"Emelda left because I didn't touch her, she taught I was gay and the rest" He whispered.

We fell into bed, from smooching and sucking, I finally took over, he's naive so I did all the job and controlled the length of what goes into me. The length would touch my throat if I let everything in, I can't stand this type of manhood, Ambrose's own is still the best. Anthony just lie down while I did all the job. I still haven't given up on Ambrose, it's obvious he's the best for now.

I went downstairs after our love making, I needed to talk to Laura.

"Anthony was a virgin, it's his first time today"

"Ehn ehhhhh, how was it now?" She asked laughing and bursting bubble at her end.

"Laura, his manhood is death, I think we wouldn't be having sex frequently, it's so huge and long, Ambrose is still the best please, Anthony's is abnormal" I said trying to regulate my breathing.

"Maybe that was why he didn't touch you all the while"

"Yes, I guess so too, we might be considering a reduction surgery later on, his manhood can terminate a matured foetus" I said sincerely, what Anthony is carrying his beyond his age.

"Tell me something, this is serious oo"

"That aside, Anthony would be travelling in four days, I need Ambrose oo" I said in a low tone looking behind me to see if Anthony isn't near.

"Uhmmm, call him now, hope he wouldn't break your head this time oo" She giggled.

"He's just proving stubborn, he would play along, I would call him, he's better than this death that Anthony is carrying" I said breathing out heavily.

"Isn't that what you wanted? Are you complaining already?"

"Laura, you don't seem to understand, its huge and long, what do i compare it to? Please, I am not into that one jare" I said rolling my eyes, is it me that should die?

?Haira POV ?

I feel terribly ill, I throw up every few days, I know I have to see the doctor. My clothes became big for me, I have shed a lot of weight. I look pale too. This fasting is doing a lot to me but I am determined to go through it, I have just few days left.

I am worried about Ambrose, he's been sex starved for weeks now, I know he's getting it somewhere else, I just hope it's my thoughts anyways, he seems to be in some kind of mess. He withdrawal ten million naira from our joint account, that's unlike him, he doesn't touch our joint account, I couldn't ask him what he did with the money since I am still trying to stay away from him till the fasting and prayers is over.

He's smoking again, I can perceive it all over him, he must be really missing me but I am doing everything for us, we need children and I have to face the enemies with prayers before they ruin our beautiful home. Hanna's idea was a good one, fasting and prayers is the key. I need to stay clear of any impurities for now, I hope Ambrose understands this.

A week later

?Hanna POV ?

Anthony is gone again, always traveling and not looking back. He's gone for another two weeks and would return in three weeks or a month. I called Ambrose over, he dare not ignore my calls, I have the weapon and he seems really weak. I thought he would try outsmart me but he's doing nothing.

I waited in my favourite couch for him, he finally came with a burning stick in between his lips. He look rough, his hair unkempt and bushy. I gave a confused look when I saw his appearance.

"What is wrong with you Ambrose?" I asked sitting upright in my couch. He inhaled from the stick and puff it smoke in my direction.

"You! Let get down to work please, I don't have all the time in the world, I would go home to eat dinner and maybe rest, I have been in the bar all day" He yawned noisily throwing the burning stick on the center table.

"Bar?? What happened?"

"Do I owe you an explanation? Are you Haira? If you aren't ready, I would just leave" He said standing up to leave. I was confused, I ran after him and turned him around, what the hell is wrong with him? He's not always like this?

"Talk to me, I am here" I said feeling worried. He grinned.

"Talk to you? What do you have to offer? Your body? I would take it"

He threw me into a couch, I saw devil instead of Ambrose. Sex was hell with him, he's so aggressively and hard, he hold my mouth all through and I couldn't scream for the gateman to hear. I pleaded for death but the angels in charge refuse to listen.
He was saying harsh words cursing the day he met me as he probe in and out with furiousity.

When I could slip out of his grip, I tried running upstairs, he threw the glass flower vase at me and I crashed. He took me right on the stairs, this time he tore me with a broken piece from the glass.

When he was done, I couldn't move a finger, he left without blinking an eye. Thank God for Laura, she came at the right time and I landed at the clinic.

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