KISS OF BETRAYAL

CHAPTER-8

Iyke thought his head would explode. He shook his head dazedly. This was not a dream. A live witch was inside the house.
"Oh Lord, oh Lord," he continued shouting. "Women, women! Jesus!"
Flora raced to the door and yanked it open.
"Iyke, you're home?" she asked, smiling nervously. She came to hug him. Iyke pushed her away roughly, like a leper.
He kept moping at her, face contorted with a grimace of disgust.
"Welcome dear," Flora tried again.
"Welcome your own," he retorted, pushing her aside as he stormed into the house.
Flora was seriously freaking out. What did he hear? How much did he hear? She followed Iyke into the house, trying not to panic.
Iyke walked straight to his room, ignoring her totally. He was shocked! He fell on the bed and lay motionless for a long time. What was he supposed to do now? Just what the hell was he supposed to do! He crossed an arm over his face, in deep thought. The evidence was there, she had told the story with her own mouth. She was probably thinking this was a game right? She had destroyed a thriving relationship with her greed. She had smothered the happiness of her own friend so wickedly, without even an iota of remorse. Witch!
Iyke simply couldn't believe that he had been so blind as to follow her stories sheepishly. Was that how he would practise as a barrister? Falling for pretty lies from pretty, pink lips? He hissed in annoyance, he seriously wanted to beat himself up. And poor Lily. Poor, beautiful Lily with the kindest heart. Just how did he crucify her without giving her a chance to defend herself. Lily could never hurt a fly. He had failed Chris as a friend, as a brother. He inhaled deeply.

Now to the main task, casting that demon out of the house. He owed Chris and most especially Lily that. Iyke was still thinking of a perfect way to handle the situation, when the door handle turned. Flora padded into the room, wearing a tiny lingerie and smiling seductively. She quietly closed the door and leaned on it. Iyke struggled to swallow past the lump that suddenly formed in his throat. So it had also come to this? Nice one.
Yeah it was true that he was most definitely infuriated with the desperado that was Flora, but she wasn't really such a bad choice. She had all the curves in the right places, light skinned and daintily sculptured like fragile China wares. His eyes fed on those great legs that were bare up to the thighs. Yes, she was physically endowed, but was obviously a cheap whore.
Flora smiled smugly as she caught him staring, she finally got the dude. A pink tongue came out to caress her lips, in unrehearsed seduction. Iyke's eyes fastened on them. That was where she wanted him to look, right? A little fun wouldn't hurt. She proceeded towards him, making slow, hypnotizing, fluid movements. Good move! She learned from the best, Iyke thought, enjoying the show. Now she was coming to lie over him. Kai! She smelled like heaven.
Flora smiled again, then slowly brought down her head. Iyke was sure he would loose his mind. What did she want to do? He closed his eyes so that he could tell God that he was not a witness. He was supposed to push her off, that was what any responsible man should do, but this was a welcome temptation. He lay there like a caged rat, sweating under the air condition.

"I know you want me, but it's gonna be a deal," Flora whispered into his ears. Iyke's eyes flew open as the hot breathe hit his ears, accompanied by the shameless words. He was glad to have regained whatever bit of sanity she snuffed out of him. He pushed Flora off him, breathing hard.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Iyke asked, moving over to a table to take a long, survival draw from his water bottle. Jeez, he had just reached the junction to hell and came back. Jezebel! He leaned on the table as he watched Flora, his face devoid of any expression. Flora lay on her belly, with both hands supporting her chin, while taking care to expose as much of her bosom as possible.
"I mean you don't tell on me and you get one night," she said, winking at him. She was proud of her feminine power. Could that work on Chris? She wasn't sure. Chris was simply unpredictable and too disciplined, but he was a man right? He might send her away if she ever tried it and that was one of the many things she loved about him. Chris would never cheat. But Iyke fell for it right? And all men were practically the same, she concluded.
"What do you mean by telling on you?" Iyke asked with feigned nonchalance, folding his arms across his chest. Let the bitch expose herself, guilty conscience.
Flora was visibly confused. Maybe he didn't hear anything, or did he? Her brows furrowed thoughtfully. He must have heard something. That was why he shouted back then and had been outright rude. Iyke was usually gentle and kind.
"I thought you heard... You know... Something."
"Something like what?" Iyke queried further. Flora twirled a lock of hair around a finger in sincere confusion. Maybe he didn't actually hear anything, maybe he was just in a bad mood.
"Nothing," she replied finally, getting up to leave. She had wasted her time with the asshole and even went as far as offering herself. She hissed in annoyance.