[A.Ham.]
What do you do when your ex-lover comes around? What are your options? What do I tell her? What do I tell Muda? Shit. What I didn't even bother explaining to her who the woman even was... and I left her there with Maria with no explanation.
I shuffled through my papers, filing through the my drawers until I found what I was looking for.
The letters, the check stubs. The original pamphlet.
Looking at them, I could hear Maria's voice echoing in my head the first time.
"I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but I don't know where to go and I came here all alone..." She muttered, keeping her head low, her hair covering part of her face. "My husband's been doing me wrong and... just walked out on me. I don't know when or if he'll return and I don't have the means to go on."
I shouldn't have walked her home. I should have just given her the money and let her go home. I should have said no. Then I'd still have Eliza, my children, my chance to run for president.
"Stay, please?" She purred, taking my hand to hold her cheek. My fingers brushed the hair from her face, revealing a bruise on her cheek. My heart pulled in sympathy. She was just... helpless. She took my hesitation, my tender touch, as acceptance. And with her lips on mine, I couldn't say no. Damn, did she feel good. I took her waist in my hands, the corset firm under my fingers. Her arms wrapped over my shoulders, holding me close. Her hum of delight was musical. I let her push me back to sit on her bed, feeling her settle into my lap.
Ugh. I'm just... I'm just. I'm so screwed. I sighed, rubbing my temples. I'm not even ready for this. I can't even function enough for this. Why now? Why was she here?
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Muda was at my door, a small platter with cheese and bread and a cup of tea. She... strangely enough, looks a lot like Maria, but with straighter hair now that I really looked. The similar way that her hair pooled over her shoulder, draped over her cheek. Her lips barely parted as she waited at the entrance. The glint of my tag on her collar reflecting in the candlelight like her eyes. The way her dress, though she never wears a corset, hugged her figure. I outwardly groaned, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. She shifted nervously, as if trying to decide if she should enter or not.
"Come in, Muda. Leave that here, then show Maria the guest room, please." She nodded, coming closer to the desk. She carefully sets down the plate, and clears a spot for the tea, and I'm grateful that she cannot read. I haven't decided if I want to tell her the truth about Maria. As she stepped back to leave, I reached out for her wrist, pausing her. "Show the woman, Maria, to the guest room, then you may eat and get ready for bed." I tried to smile, but it must have looked pained as Muda's expression hardly changed from it's concerned look. Still, she nodded in understanding and slipped her hand free.
You know, for the last year, I have lived such a boring life. My days were identical. Why now was everything going haywire. First, I'm given a slave, then my former loved comes seeking refuge. If I didn't know better than to jinx myself, I'm sure Eliza would appear from thin air someday soon. Bonus if Angelica somehow got the memo too. Here's to hoping otherwise. I cheered myself over the cup of tea, before shuffling away the papers of past mistakes.
"Always working, Alex?" Maria's coo filled my study. "Come to bed, it's late." I didn't look up to know she was coming closer to my desk, to me.
"You'll be sleeping in the guest room. Muda will show you where." I replied, continuing my efforts in bringing some sort of order to my papers.
"When have we ever slept in separate beds, Alex? Is my spot taken?" Wow, she actually sounds offended. Entitled much?
"No, but it is not your spot to begin with. So accept what you are given. I don't need to let you stay, especially after what you've done to me."
"But baby..." She leaned over my desk, pausing my hands with hers. "Just one more night? Free of charge, just you and me... wouldn't you like that? Anything you want, if you help me." I looked up to meet eyes with her, that same sultry look I remembered.
"Muda, go to bed." I ordered, glancing over Maria's shoulder to the woman at the door. "Close the door and do not come out until I come for you in the morning." I watched her lips dip into a frown, her eyes saddened but also... disappointed? Still, she obeyed and bowed out. Smooth Alexander. Lock her away like a cat in a crate while you make bad decisions.
Looking back to Maria, her smile wickedly broadened as she moved around my desk to me, replacing herself against me. Impatiently, her lips met mine, and I allowed it. Her fingers tangled in my hair, my hand took tight hold of her waist. This damn seductress, also ruining my life but in the most pleasing way. Every single time. I lifted her onto my desk, she pushed some of my papers off to make room. My restless grasp tugged at her dress, craving the feel of her skin.
"Last time, then tomorrow-" I growled between kisses, "I want you out of my house and out of my life."
"On my honor and yours..." she promised, and I led her to my room.
I never could say no to this.
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09/27/17
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