MAY

44: FROM THE BEGINNING.

“You can't choose what music life plays for you but you can choose how you dance.”

—Unknown.

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C H A P T E R 44:

It was obvious May had forgotten. So to remind her, Edric had to start from the beginning because every story had one. Since May wasn't planning on letting him into her house, he stood outside and explained his own reasons to her. As he talked, everything played in May's head, taking her back to seventeen. Way back to the time Edric's father was employed. To the time her Dad had promised Edric that he would sponsor his studies abroad because of how intelligent he was and to that night. That particular night that spoilt everything.

May tiptoed down the stairs quietly as she could, looking her left and right side to be sure no one saw her sneaking out of the main building and heading towards the Gateman's house that was located just few inches close to the black giant gate.

The Gateman's house had two rooms, a portable kitchen and bathroom. Papa Edric slept in one of the rooms and Edric slept in one alone. He was living there with his father in order to support him with opening the gate or washing the cars since his father was getting aged.

May got to his room window. She tapped and whispered his name quietly but severally until Edric finally woke up from sleep and opened the room door for her to step in.

"What are you doing here?" Edric asked in a low tone. It wasn't the first time she had come to his room. There were times she would come late in the night to spend time with him because it was the only time they could spend together privately. They didn't want any one, asides Esther, to notice they were in a relationship. In those times she had visited, they had had protected sex because Edric was always prepared.

This night was a bit different. He didn't remember asking her to come over and that's why he repeated his question, "What are you doing here?"

May frowned, "Why do you ask? Are you not my boyfriend? Can't I come to your room again?"

Edric sighed, "That's not it. I'm just surprised."

"Well..." She drawled, edging closer to him on the bed the both of them were now sitting on, "I can't sleep. I think I'm having insomnia. I want someone to sing for me and caress my hair so I can easily fall asleep."

A smile played on his lips as he admired her fine face, "And you thought that someone should be me?"

"Of course," she licked her lower lip, "You are my love, aren't you?"

He didn't reply as he leaned in to kiss her wet lips instead. "I am and you're mine forever." He whispered when he withdrew his lips from hers.

"Can you sing for me now, so I can sleep?" She asked sweetly with a tight smile.

He nodded absentmindedly. His eyes heavy with lust as he looked at her thin nightgown, already imagining her naked. There were so many things he wanted to do to her. He wanted to hear her scream his name so badly, his dad would wake up, come to his room and catch the governors daughter's legs spread wide open with tears of bitter sweet pleasure, flying out her eyes as his son, Edric does his thing. The second to all the things he could do best.