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MINIMAL VIOLENCE
"Denike, how is school?" She heard her dad's cheerful voice at the receiver's end, and she smiled. She'd forgotten to call her dad back that day.
She smiled, switching the call to video call to see her father's face. She'd missed him, "it's good and going well," she waved her hand at him not to worry. She could not possibly tell him she'd switched to online study. Technically, she was still a student.
"My princess," he could hear her father staring at her, waiting for her to talk about anything, but she rolled her eyes at him. Her old man was inquisitive, and he always knew if something was wrong. Her emotions and everything.
"Stop it, old man," she muttered, running her hand through her hair. Not to look at her like that, or else she would spill everything.
"You this girl, ehn," he smiled, shaking his head, "I'm still a young man in my prime."
"Indeed, with your growing grey hair," she snickered teasingly while her father was fake-gasped and shook his head. A peaceful silence descended on them as they both smiled at each other.
"How is he?" her father didn't need to tell her who the 'he' was because she already knew who he was talking about—her husband.
"He has gone on a business trip," she replied honestly, playing with the hangnail at her index finger as her mind wanted to wander off. She shook her head to cut the hangnail with her teeth.
Her father tsked at her because of what she did, but she shrugged her shoulders, not minding him. It was her hangnail, and she could eat it if she wanted.
"Is he treating you well?"
"Yes papa," she nodded in confirmation.
"If he's not treating you well, don't force yourself to stay in a toxic relationship. My arms are always open to take you back, dear," her father smiled sadly. His only daughter was married. He'd dreaded this day since the first time she told him about her crush. That one day should leave to continue her life without needing his help again. Generally, in African belief, whenever a female is married, her family house or her parents' place isn't more welcome for her. They believe that her husband's home should be her house forever, whether peaceful or toxic. And divorced women were scorned in society. But his daughter was so precious to him, and he couldn't lose her how he lost her mother. If that place is not favourable or comfortable for her, she should come home, and he would gladly work his ass off to provide for her as he'd been doing when she was young.
He sighed dejectedly, "if he ever hurt you in any way, give me a call. I'm coming down there to murder someone," her father said simply, but she knew her father meant business. Even though he would kill someone, he would make him crippled.
Angelina laughed nervously, waving to her father to calm down, "when can I have a man-to-man discussion with him?" she licked her lips slowly. She didn't know how to respond.
"When he's back, tell him your first love wanted to talk to him," while she nodded.
"Old man, when are you getting remarried," Angelina swiftly changed the subject.
"Oh me," he gestured to himself, "I'm still enjoying my single self—" her father's statement was interrupted by a new voice in the background. Angelina was surprised, she opened her mouth to ask, but her father beat her to it.
"Talk to you later, Princess."
Thu tuh tuh, the phone was hung, and Angelina's mouth was wide open in shock. Her father hung up before her. Who was the person that entered? Was her father keeping something from her? She stared at the phone accusingly before dropping it on the couch and glancing at the clock. And she went to change her dress.
***
Angelina paced around the living room nervously after she'd showered and changed into one of his shirts. She shaved her vaginal bare, using a minimum of perfume and then minimal makeup on her face. She was waiting patiently for him to come and unwrap his gifts—which was herself as she glanced at the clock every minute and the door because he could arrive at any moment.
Today was the day he would arrive from his business trip. Angelina felt giddiness in her stomach, fiddling with her fingers gleefully, remembering the last conversation she'd had with him on the phone.
The threat -— no, the promise still lingered in her head like her favourite song.
"I promise, When I fucking arrive, I'm going to fuck you till I'm fucking satisfied. I won't fucking care if you fucking faint or not. Just be fucking ready."
Angelina did what she never did before in her life, and she touched herself after that phone call. It was so hot, and there was no way she wouldn't touch herself. She didn't know how to meet him with a straight face so that her cheek wouldn't give away her illicit deed. She'd always read sex scenes in books with a flushed face and tingled legs, never trying to relieve herself. Still, the last conversation made it impossible to calm down until she went to the bathroom, opened the shower to distract any sound of hers and fingered herself. She couldn't please herself more like Nathaniel and sighed dejectedly, had a shower and slept unsatisfied. Even in her dream, she tried to reach the peak, but it was impossible. She was also sexually frustrated.
The maids whispered among themselves in a calm voice as their madam walked around the room. They smiled to themselves, setting the table for the couple. Their new mistress was lovely, and she wasn't like their boss' runaway fiancé. They hoped she would never come back. The runaway fiance was a devil incarnate, and even her grandmother feared her. They designed the table, lighting the scented candle to set the mood for the couple.
"When you guys are through, make sure you stay in your residence until being called," Ester informed them, relaying her boss's message. The boss had called her earlier and told her to make sure there was no disturbance in his time with his wife. The maids should vanish before he arrived.
Angelina missed him. She wouldn't lie about that, and she had been sleeping in his room, wearing his shirt to sleep and cuddling with the pillows.
Angelina's train broke when the front door opened, "I'm back—" she didn't let him finish his words before she jumped on him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and her short legs circled his torso as she buried her head in his neck, inhaling his sandalwood cologne which immediately calmed her down.
Nathaniel chuckled heartily, and the vibration sent waves of tingle in her as she sighed in satisfaction. He's back, she said internally.
"Have you been waiting for me, love?" he murmured, caressing her back while she nodded in response as her heart skipped. She missed his voice, his scent, his touch and everything. She had been waiting for him, and she didn't know she could miss him. Nathaniel patted her lovely hair, not releasing her as he walked to the pool area, staring at the blue water mesmerisingly.
The full moon reflected brightly in the pool, making it sparkle beautifully. The bulbs there have been dim.
Angelina never raised her head, enjoying the sensation of him carrying her., "I fucking miss you so much that it hurt," he spanked her ass which made her release a squeaking sound. "It hurt so much that I wanna fucking leave everything and come running back," he bit her neck.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, kissing her neck to ease where he bit her softly.
"Yes, I did," Angelina mumbled, still not raising her head as her breathing started to get hot. She missed him because she thought she was going crazy. She didn't know when he grew on her.
"I don't think so," he murmured, yanking her hair, making the root of her hair sting and staring at him. What was crazy the most was that it was painful how he tugged her hair, yet she also felt excitement in her stomach.
He gulped hard before clashing his lips on hers, kissing her roughly as if his life depended on it, and Angelina kept up with his pace, following his lead. They were both crazy for each other. Their burning orbs clashed against each other with desires as their body buzzed with excitement, waiting to be unleashed before Angelina knew what was happening, she was thrown into the pool.
One moment she was still recovering from the lack of air from kissing him, and the next moment, she was gasping for air in the water.
He crouched, looking at her eyes as she struggled in the pool and said, "I don't think you miss me like I did because it fucking drives me crazy being without you."