CIARA
The word pu**y made me scuff.
No one had touched my pu**y for quite some time now, and Damien is right here, flattering me with promises of getting my pu**y sucked in the pools of Dubai.
You could imagine this dude who can't swim, going down on me in the pool. He would just drown in the pool, and get me into the trouble of being queried over what would be his shameful death.
Imagine giving up the ghost while sucking pu**y in the pool. The pu**y would be accused of being acidic.
I felt the urge to laugh, but I held it. I wasn't ready to go intimate with him, but I was ready to use him against Ryan.
I wanted to use him to avenge on Ryan for being wicked enough to accept his ex in my stead in those days. I just wonder how conquered Ryan would feel if he sees me and Damien going out on a date, or a dinner, in matching outfits.
That would be such a blow, and I'm sure his soft heart would never be able to bear it. He would get sick over it, and he would cry out to his mother who tried mediating on his behalf today and failed.
I let Damien touch my face, but I shrugged off his hand when his fingers started crawling near my lips.
"Can't you see we are not the only ones in here." I pushed his chest and his back stroke the sofa. "The interior designers are here, do you want them to take pictures of me and you going south in romance and post them in those silly blogs and pages haunting me?"
He smiled and shook his head. He knew for sure that I had become a figure, and big figures don't live such careless life as he intended to put up.
"I understand, Ciara, but we can meet some other time and discuss this perfectly." He said, beating his knees as though he was dusting them.
"And who on earth are you?!"
We both rose to ourfeet.
How in hell did Ryan summon the nerves to come to my place after making my son tell me no. how dare him?
"Ryan?" "Who is he?"
"Who are you?"
Damien, I knew, he's man enough to face Ryan. They would fight dirty and get each other beaten and battered, while I would sit and wait forthe winnerto remain, and for the loser to flee.
I saw Ryan clench his fists, and Damien clench his teeth.
"Look, Ryan, if you are here to fight my man, then you must go outside with him. Get that?" I said pointing towards the door.
If only Damien was wise, he would be able to decern what those words meant. I wasn't really calling him my man, though I said it. I was just causing a fight.
"Look, man, show yourself some love and leave this house this very minute." Ryan said with rage in his voice.
"Why would I do such?" Damien sneered.
He was a leopard, set to fight over a deer with a lion, and I the deer was just doing the both of them the good of standing and staring at them, waiting for the two predators to crash into each other and fight dirty, giving me the chance to stutter back to my room at the end of the day.
"She is my wife, you dummy!"
Those words sent chills down Damien's spine. It ate up his morale and made him relax his muscles. Imagine fighting over another man's wife.
"Ciara, you didn't tell me you were married." He said with utter disappointment.
I smiled and pointed at the walls.
"Look around and show me the pictures of him, orthe picture of me and him together. He is just a goddamn ex and I want him out of my life." I said, resuscitating the fire in Damien which had gone down over Ryan's claim of me being his wife.
He clenched his fists and posed for a fight, like fools would always do after being convinced to fight over what's not, and would never be his.
"Ciara, you dare deny me? I am the father of your kid!" Ryan screamed.
His angerwas now visible on his face, making it red like spanked buttocks, but I still don't give a fuck what he was up to.
Sad or happy, I just wanted to see him give and earn dirty punches for my sake.
"That doesn't mean shit, man, come get these hands and be happy." Damien was doing the invitation, so, I stepped away from his side and made to the other corner, from where I would watch them fight dirty and break vessels on each other's head.
"Look, we don't have to fight. Just leave this house and go your way without having me break the nerves of your lips." Ryan said.
He was being diplomatic with a man blinded with wealth and lust.
I knew more than he does, that Damien wouldn't delve into the bro code stuff for his sake. He would rather fight dirty with him, and have me console him for the punches he, too, would receive, than go for the bro code trick.
"I was about sucking her pu**y when you came in, so, just get your ass out of here and let me finish business with her."
Come on, Damien was such a ruffian to have uttered such words, but if he would beat Ryan forthe sake of my pu**y, then, I'm good with that, because my pu**y wouldn't heal the pains Ryan's punches would leave on him even if he wins.
For the first time, I tossed Ryan into a situation of having to fight over me if really, he needed me like he claimed, yet, I still wasn't ready to accept him for whatever I hold dear.
Ryan's face reddened the more, and fell in without announcing it, punching Damien's right eye and creating a dark red parch round the pretty circle, but Damien was fast enough to retaliate.
He punched Ryan's nose with his head, breaking the bridge of his nose, before the both of them landed on the floor, holding to their wounds and wincing painfully.
Damien knew he had done the worse, so, he rose first and fled. He had gotten a swollen eye for my pu**y, and Ryan had gotten a broken nose forfighting over me.
I don't need him anymore. I just wish he understands that, and by the way, I don't need Damien, too. They are both pile of silly exes who made life somewhat horrible for me.
But Damien's case was fair, compared to Ryan's.
We separated because he had to travel farfrom the city, but the feelings I had for him died down a long time ago. So, I would always say that he was fair, compared to Ryan who had given me more headache that I can ever comprehend.
He rose from the floor, with blood dripping from his broken nose. He should have known that fighting comes with a lot of pain, before throwing the first punch, but I guess he didn't check his dice properly before playing them, and that's the reason why he got himself into the mess he was currently in.
I smiled and turned away from him.
"Look what you caused, Ciara. You are not even sorry..."
"Just go home and treat your wound, soldier, and don't fight another day if you see me with a man, or you would die fighting."
I ambled upstairs, leaving him downstairs with blood in his nose.
He had not gotten enough for his mess of taking the press to the airport.
He would get more if he insists on fighting over me.
I thought he would come after me, but he didn't.
I heard his footsteps, as he trudged out of my house. He had been so saddened with the turn of things here.
But he just proved how much he loved me with that fight of his. I never knew he would ever throw the first punch for my sake. And though his nose was broken, he still wasn't ready to flee from the fight the way Damien did.
Well, what happened down there gave me a clear picture of the difference between love and lust. Damien came for my pu**y, but Ryan came for me, and when the fight heated up, and both men got the jewel of the conflict.
Damien ran out because he sensed he had done some harm with his big head, and Ryan wouldn't find it funny with him as soon as he get on his feet, but Ryan left a sad man.
He wasn't sad because Damien broke his nose. He was sad because I didn't mind if he died fighting over me, and I did see the pain in his eyes.
For the first time, I realized he had changed for real, like his mother said.
He was no longer the Ryan who was so careless and unapologetic. He was no longer the Ryan who left me for the sake of his ex.
He was a changed Ryan.
"Mom, I saw dad leaving with a wound. What happened to him?"
It was that query that came with that sad voice that woke me from sleep.
It was Herzl, standing by my side, tugging at my hands.
I sat up and looked into his sad face. I had no idea he saw his father leave with both the sad look and the wound on his face in the afternoon, after fighting with Damien.
Gosh.
That was exactly the kind of thing I don't want him to ever set his eyes on. Took him up and brought him up the bed, then, I rested his head on my chest.
"Dad is okay."
That was a lie, but who am I to say the truth when I know that the truth meant creating another sad monster.
I would be so sick in the head to say the truth when it is not needed a single bit.
"But I saw blood on his nose, and he was so sad he could not even speak to me." He said with a sad voice.
"No, he is not sad. He was going to fix something outside. Don't worry, he would visit us tomorrow."
I wasn't sure Ryan would dare step a foot on in this house tomorrow, but I had to assure Herzl of his visit, because I knew that no matter what, he would always do the good of dropping by to see us and say hi.
Herzl shook his head, and I patted his back.
"Come, lie here and sleep, and don't worry about dad, okay?"