Chary To Ballsy

50. Explanation

Chloe's POV

Nobody, I repeat nobody can say no to Anley sunny. I learnt of her second name just that morning and for sure sunny fit her so well because one, she got this amazing brightness in within her that shone so brightly just like the sun itself, no one can miss it. I swear even little Leddy would feel it. Ask me why I was so wrapped up around her little finger considering she was another woman's daughter who happened to have given me sleepless nights and painful memories in the past four months if not for her sunny nature.

Second was her ability to melt my heart that had somehow turned cold and also the way her presence in the family had brought so much warmth in the few hours she'd stayed with us. Just Anley sunny, so adorable and insatiable and everything beautiful.

Now ask me why I was in the backseat with Anley and Caesar in the front behind the wheel, our eyes meeting so often in fleeting seconds in the rearview mirror before I could be the first one to look away. And my palpitating heart wasn't helping with the situation either. Was it the way he looked at me with so much vulnerability that could make me take him back into my arms or it was the way his eyes drew me in, or was it the way those eyes spoke volumes of words that I was afraid if they were out in the air they could either break me or make me? I knew not.

Then we were pulling into the gates of the famous park in Bronx and Anley's hands had taken us both with her and we seemed as a young couple for mere seconds there, running with her to the booths. The feeling was unaccustomed and I don't know if it was the best or worst, I'd know, just not at the moment.

Then I'd left Caesar to register her in all the activities she wanted to partake as I moved to a certain metal bench that wasn't occupied. The environment's ambiance was cool and inviting, even the soft breeze from the trees, the chirping sounds of birds in the trees and even the ducks in the nearby small lake, I wouldn't call it a lake exactly, it was more of a pond. And in the three four minutes I'd sat on that bench, the tension I had earlier on dissipated and now I was left with something I'll call peace.

But that peace was robbed away the moment I felt a squeak on the metal I was seated on. And the cologne that surrounded me, an invasion on my senses, reminding me of sweet memories I had of it. So many times that sent had been left on my body and I enjoyed inhaling it purely, especially those mornings when I used to wake up to an empty bed but with a note on the bedside table.

I'd closed my eyes earlier to take in the greensome air and so my eyes remained closed even when he sat there in silence. I felt his scorching gaze on my body though, it was so intense and I felt the sound that came off his throat from that gulp he couldn't avoid swallowing loudly.

I was just wearing a velvet dress that clung so nicely to my body with one slit on the side. It was long enough stopping inches below my knees but the slit was all the way up to mid thigh. It also had spaghetti straps and an inbuilt bra that had nothing much to hide. If you ask me, I was decent. I was also wearing black velvety mules that matched my black dress. I chose black to match my mood since I wasn't planning to come if not for the sweet Anley's persistence but why was I melting? Maybe it was his gaze on my body, or was my cleavage out? No, the dress was covering me well, I'd checked before I left the house. Was it the skin the slit was showing? No, it was just a side thigh skin. And don't be so stupid, this man used you. You were nothing to him Chloe. Remember he has the love of his love back in Italy whom they have a daughter with and you're the stranger, some lonely girl he resc---

"I never loved Natalie, she blackmailed me." That voice that I admit I'd missed so much rambled cutting off my thoughts, answering me as if I was thinking out loud. Or was he psychic? But my palpitating heart was doing nothing to ease the moment, I didn't even dare open my eyes. I just tried to maintain a neutral face while I prayed to God for him to go on because there's no way I could ever tell him that. I never wanted an explanation to begin with, I'd already made my judgement. I never wanted him to colonize my mind, but right that instant I wanted to hear his part of the story and so he went on, thank God.