His Entertainer

Chapter 29

                         IVY SILVER POV.

  It had been a couple of weeks since Wilmert  rescued me,
or at least I thought he did.
Boredom gnawed at me, a constant companion in this beautiful, yet isolating, house. He'd given me a phone last week, but it only held his number.  Calling him frequently felt wrong; he worked hard, and I had a whole house to manage.  Our conversations usually revolved around his work – he's a businessman, a salesman – and he always sounded upbeat.  He’d describe the house, the marvelous view, the calming atmosphere, and it made me feel… content.

"Bye," I'd waved with a smile, closing the door behind me. Today, I wanted to make him dinner, a truly us kind of evening, without my intrusive thoughts and Penny, my ever-present, yet strangely silent, assistant. I'd sent Penny home for the night.  She's like an invisible person, only appearing when I press the bell-shaped app on my phone – woop! – and she arrives promptly.

I glanced at the clock, a wave of relief washing over me as I realized I had plenty of time.  The truth was, I'd been desperately trying to distract myself.  Hermann's been on my mind, a lot.  It sounds crazy, stupid even, I know. But the thought of him has invaded my thoughts more than thrice. Am I just idle? An ungrateful bitch?  Either way, I needed to stop. He was a jerk at first, yes! But I saw another side of him, I know I did. It wasn't enough, not what I wanted, but it was there.

He’s everything I shouldn't be involved with, the very definition of trouble.  Thinking about him while living the life I’ve always dreamed of feels insane. The only explanation is that I'm sick! That's the only sensible explanation.

My phone rang. "Hey, sweetie," I said, trying to calm my racing thoughts.  "Hey, honey, how have you been?" he asked.  "I'm great, how are you holding up?" I replied, adding a touch of playful flirtation.  "Is it excited to hear me?" I teased.

"It can't wait to fill you," he purred, making my lower lip tremble. "I'm coming to you, honey, wait for me," he whispered before hanging up.  The thought of Wilmert filling me… it made me greedy. I wanted to be filled, completely consumed by him.

Honestly, I haven't had much sex lately. The last time was with Hermann. His touch still lingers, a phantom sensation on my skin, the memory of his sharp breath making me tremble. Sex with him was dangerous, wild, unhealthy, and totally toxic. I want something real, and Wilmert feels real. I think I'm ready to try it with him, to show him everything, to be truly known and felt. I want him, so badly.

By 7:30 pm, dinner was ready, and so was I. I slipped into a robe, a Victoria's Secret set simmering beneath. I felt sexy, powerful. With Wilmert, I have the freedom to feel; with Hermann, even feeling feels wrong.

"I'm home," I heard him say. I rushed to him, throwing myself into his arms.  But then I saw him—a tall man with an eye patch, a deep scar on his left cheek. He wore a leather jacket, jeans, and a black vest. Something about him felt wrong, like bad news clinging to Wilmert. I eyed him curiously but didn't ask.

"Hey, sweetie," Wilmert whispered, gently pulling me away.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

"Nothing, uh… I just have an emergency business trip… it's really important," he explained.  "What? Now?" I asked, confused.

"I'll be back before you know it, okay?" He kissed me, but it was brief, too brief.  I turned to the mysterious man. "You going with him?"

"Honey, my safety depends on him… don't worry," Wilmert reassured, pressing a kiss to my lips. I wanted more, so much more, but he pulled away.  "I love you, alright?"

"I know," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. He kissed my forehead repeatedly. "Come back to me," I pleaded.  He looked into my eyes, pressed a tiny kiss to my lips, whispered, "Always," and walked away, the mysterious man trailing behind him.  I watched them get into a car, several more cars following.

I closed the door, a frown etching itself onto my face. I poured myself a glass of wine, sat down, trying to process everything rationally.  Then, the doorbell rang.

I took a deep breath, sipped my wine, and opened the door. I froze.  My God, I thought. MY GOD. Is this real? Am I dreaming? Tears welled in my eyes.

And I wasn't the only one crying. 
Standing before me were three of my dearest friends,  "Aren't you going to give us a hug or what?" Lucia said, and I melted into their arms, sobbing with relief and joy. 
The weight of the evening lifted, replaced by the comforting embrace of friendship. "Oh my God, you guys," I choked out, "I thought I was never gonna see you girls again."  "We know," Sonia said softly, Silvia, squeezing my hand.  We stood there for a long moment, just holding each other, the unspoken understanding hanging heavy in the air.  Then, Lucia pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So," she began, "tell us everything." 
  I laughed allowing them inside, as we sat clinging to one another, I told them everything, from Genevieve to my unsettling thoughts about Hermann, to my overwhelming desire for Wilmert. They listened patiently, offering words of comfort and support, their laughter and tears intertwining with mine. It was exactly what I needed. The night, once filled with anxiety and uncertainty, now hummed with the warmth of friendship and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

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