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A week later

Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Mylena Scott Fenty

-Where are you from Myléna?

I jump at the sound of my husband's voice roaring in the dark. In the darkness of our living room, I did not expect to find Reynaldo sitting so quietly. He was supposed to be on a trip out of the country and wouldn't be back until the weekend. It's Wednesday today though. He only left 2 days ago. It was surely his mother's upcoming birthday that prompted this hasty return.

So imagine my surprise to be greeted by him. Especially since it was almost 11 p.m. It's not the time for a married woman to be on the streets... and this without her husband would you tell me? Whatever. I don't owe anyone an explanation after all. Nevertheless, I recover quickly enough to prevent his mind from wandering and imagining anything. Things that will serve me for sure.

Like any man his age with a woman 22 years younger than him, Reynaldo is jealous as hell. There was a time when he even got me a driver to accompany me wherever I went. Understanding that this one reported all my actions to him, I made him see so many colors that he resigned from himself. I don't want someone constantly on my back... One who follows me around like a doggie.

Calmly and confidently, I walk up to him and kiss his lips gently. I always knew how to touch this man. Even when he was married, I more than once caught his glances at me. He matait my curves without any embarrassment. Whose fault is it ? I am a beautiful woman. I don't have voluptuous forms, but I easily please men. And I am well aware of my strengths. And like all beautiful women who assume, I have wreaked havoc on my way. Rich men, I know. Before Reynaldo, I knew a lot of them. Each time, they were the ones who covered my expenses and those of my sister. And for that, I didn't need to ask. Everything had always been offered to me on a platter.

Then I grew up. In doing so, I began to dream of stability. Then, I met Reynaldo. There was never anything between us when he was married. I don't stoop to that. It is the rule. Never with married men. This is valid so far. Besides, she had 3 kids.

Having experienced it with my sister, not that she was a burden for me, I had some apprehension. But, the minute he became single, I was quick to try my luck. His children always bothered me. But, I had to make a choice quickly. Reynaldo is a handsome man. He would have easily found a wife. Let's admit it. Reynaldo was the guarantee of a secure future. God knows I needed it back then. Then I fell in love with my husband. Not madly in love. But I love him.

- Mylena! He growls again, when I had just pulled away.

-Yes, Reynaldo! I respond calmly.

-Where were you ? He asks again with a deceptively calm air.

-I was with Came-Suze. I don't understand why you need to ask.

And that's true. Me and Camie, we spent the day together. I accompanied her to Vancouver to see her son. Came-Suze had a son, Dylan who is 10 years old with a wealthy businessman whose wife could not give birth. Today, they are no longer together because the wife of the latter discovered that she was being cuckolded. So to avoid the divorce, the imbecile left the poor girl by keeping her kid. That's one of the reasons I've always banned married men from my hunting log. Rich, yes. But married? God save me.

This guy is a dog of the worst kind. Still happy that he let her visit his son since. These men, with their money, are the ones who make the laws in the country. He would have done anything to keep my godson Dylan with him. Especially since his wife had started acting up. As if we had forced her husband. Thuips! Married women and their false belief that it's always someone else's fault. If she knew. So, to avoid scandals, every time she goes, I accompany her. I play the bridge between them four to prevent it from degenerating.

Given his way of analyzing me, Reynaldo does not seem convinced of my answer. It's always like that with people, they doubt much more easily when you tell them the truth. More than once I have been elsewhere. He always drank my apologies easily.

-Honey, if you don't believe me, take your phone and call Came-Suze, I'm getting annoyed. You have his number, I believe. She will confirm my words to you if my word is no longer enough for you. But seriously Rey, you disappoint me. Know that no couple survives without trust.

I pass it and regain my room without another word. As I go upstairs, I hear Alice making a commotion in her room not far from ours. Of all my husband's children, this kid is the worst. I really don't understand why Reynaldo doesn't accept her leaving here like her brothers.Tsuips! She is seriously annoying.

I go to knock on his very upset door. She must have thought it was her father because she came to open automatically that I knocked.

-Ah! It's you, she says, glaring at me as soon as she notices me.

- Can you turn the volume down please? We are not in the Alice box.

-We are not in a club, of course. But this is my father's house. Not yours. You are just the service taker. You have nothing to say.

-Very funny, just kidding. But you lower the sound all the same. This may be your dear father's house. But I'm out of luck my darling, he also happens to be my husband. Which means it's also my home. And here there are rules that you must respect princess. Or else, you're not going to like how I'm going to get you to leave me alone in this house. Pension is a good option, don't you think? I winked at him.

She pulls on the door and slams it hard. Let her even tear it off, if she wants. I do not care. As long as she does what I say.

As I was leaving, his music stopped. I smile and continue on my way. She's only 17 and she thinks she's going to drive everyone in this house crazy. There are only her brothers and her grandmother to support her in her excesses. Me, at his age, I was a responsible teenager. I had no choice either. Otherwise, how could we have survived my sister and I when our parents died? I had to think for two. I had never been good at school. But my sister, I would have been angry with myself all my life if I had not done what was necessary for her to finish her studies. She was a brilliant schoolgirl. Today, she is a lawyer and works as a deputy district attorney in New York. I dreamed bigger for her. But hey, she's so happy, so am I.

I arrive in my room and the first thing I do is take a bath. I had a very active day, so I didn't want to go back to my bed as I came home. Under the showerhead, eyes closed, the water slides over my body like a gentle caress. I savor a good ten minutes humming Celine Dion before soaping my body. As I do, I feel another pair of hands caressing my back. I imagine it was my husband who came to share my shower. I ignore him and keep rubbing my body.

-Sorry my heart, he caresses my neck gently. You know I don't like knowing you out so late. You imagine that I arrived since 3 p.m. and you were nowhere. Nobody knew where you were Myléna. I called you that it didn't work. My head got hot...

-And as always you imagined the worst. Didn't you think it could be a network problem? Or maybe I was way too busy to answer.

-I worried. That's all.

-Say rather that you thought I was cheating on you, I turn around in front of him. It won't be the first time you mention it Reynaldo.

- Forgive me for my sweetness. It's because you are so essential to my life. I go crazy imagining you in someone else's arms. With my age... Added to that my little problem...

I just rinse my body and leave the shower. Reynaldo makes more noise than he bites. He is the first to make the noise, the first to apologize too. If there's one great thing about my husband, it's that no matter what we argue about, it doesn't last too long. He knows how to recognize his wrongs and apologize. He could have been the best of husbands. But hey, you have to believe that it is not given to man to possess everything in this life.

I was just putting on my nightie when he came out fresh from the shower. He must have taken the opportunity to take a bath too. Despite his age, Reynaldo is a very handsome man. It is quite well preserved. We would easily give him 40 years.

He joins me in bed and slips under the duvet. Minutes later, he sticks his pelvis to mine. His budding erection on my buttocks, he gesticulates behind my back and prevents me from sleeping.

-But what do you want Reynaldo? I wish I could fall asleep peacefully. You squirm like an eel. I had a hard day.

- I want my wife. This is what I want. Let me relax you then.

I huff, turn around and face him. It grabs my lips automatically like a thirsty. I let him run for a moment before pulling his member out of hiding while gently massaging it because it was going too long for my taste. This one hardened even more. The next minute I was impaled on him moving at a frantic pace combining back and forth movements with other rather circular ones. Within 10 minutes Reynaldo started growling like a caged beast and pouring his seed into me as I was just beginning to get stimulated. His cock slips and leaves my lair without force. I'm not trying to get her to start again because I know it's a waste of time.

I go back in the shower to masturbate to pass my desire for sex that did not disappear. Once satisfied, I clean myself up and get back in bed. As always since his operation for BPH (benign prostatic hyperplasia), being in bed with Reynaldo is nothing but frustration. It doesn't last long enough to get me high like I want it to. If one day I divorce, it would be for that. Wealthy and sexually competent men are not lacking. While waiting to find the right one, I stay here.

Before going to sleep I sent a message to Came-Suze, one to Myrena. Then another to Thomas. And I let myself be led to Morpheus.