INTRAPERSONAL-4

 

 

INTRAPERSONAL

Rony Brown

Episode four

 

Victoria’s eyes were fixed to the ceiling. It had been so for the past hour or two; so had been for the past night or two.

She was deep in thought about so many things. But just one reared its ugly head and over shadowed the rest. Only one thought could overshadow the strain her visit was putting on her sister’s marriage. Only one thought could over shadow the immense silence that echoed in a big house with four able people. Only one could overshadow her guilt of professional incompetency.

 

One thought throbbed on her insides.

In another moment she heard a knock on her door. She dragged herself out of her bed.

“Bee, I am not in the mood.” Vic said as she opened the door. The face that met her bored gaze drew an involuntary gasp out of her.

“What do you want?” Somehow she found her inner bitch and drew on the mask. Eric just shoved her out of the way and entered her room. He stared at her for a long time. Taking in the little silk nightie she wore and how it fell over her curves and dark skin. He stood there for a long time and turned away.

“No.” Vic said reflexively. She meant to say go.

He locked the door and hang his head on it for a second or two as though contemplating the consequence of his next move.

“I want you.” His voice was rough.

He drew Victoria closer and kissed her even rougher. Victoria moaned. He lifted her gently off the ground then she wrapped her legs around his lean waist. The kiss got even deeper and more desperate.

Immediately she felt a pool fill up in between her thighs. Then just kissing was not enough. They wanted more. He laid her gently on the bed. Before long, they were both stark naked.

He was soft, slow and passionate.

Victoria screamed out in relief as her orgasm reverberated in the entirety of her being. Eric was next. He moaned into Victoria’s neck…

“Vic? Are you ok?”

Bertha’s voice did not belong here.

It seemed far. Almost ethereal.

The knocks became incessant…

Victoria finally shot up in bed. Nothing but darkness surrounding her. Yes, and Bertha’s panicky voice.

“I’m fine. Just go away.” Vic shouted back. She shifted and felt the wetness between her thighs. Painful tears stung her eyes and she screamed into her pillow.

She settled uncomfortably into a fitful sleep.

Let this be over by morning.

***

“Good morning.” The cheer in Bertha’s voice seemed like an affront to Vic. But Vic managed a grunt in reply. The grunt sounded exactly as she felt and possibly looked. She walked to the fridge hoping Bertha would not look up from whatever she was preparing.

“I am getting better at this.” Bertha practically sang.

“You tube?” Vic asked.

But Bertha just shrugged.

Who cares if she was learning to cook from the internet? After all its proliferation of evil and stupidity the internet owes my sister that much.

“Good morning.” Bertha chirped again. Before Vic could say something mean to Bertha a grunt similar to hers but deeper reached her ears.

Vic stilled.

“Can you get out of my way?” The voice asked. He was right behind her. She turned and almost backed into the fridge’s door. He had held the door with his right hand.

“Can you?” She asked back. He just drew his hand up the door. Indicating that Victoria passed under his arm.

The nerve!

“Get out of my way.” Vic warned.

He shifted slightly.

“Well pardon me. I forgot how heavy you are. I guess you’ll need this whole space to get out of my way.”

Victoria’s eye bored into his for a long while before she muttered, “At least I am not starving myself. I have enough money to afford a three square meal…DAILY!”

She shoved him gracelessly and walked to Bertha whose brows were arched in wonder. But it seemed she got over it quickly because she announced, “Breakfast is ready.”

She must have felt sorry after that because immediately Vic and Eric grunted in unison and walked out on her, both into the hall.

But she did not feel sorry for long because came balancing a tray of some omelette, toast, some instant coco and a jar of warm water.

“You are in my house. And whether you like it or not, you are going to eat what I give you.” She chided and walked out on them carrying herself with dignity, personified.

Awkwardly, they got out their share of the meal and proceeded to eat. At a bite into the omelette, they both spat out the content back onto the plate, looked at each other and laughed.

“Was that salt?”

“Was that an egg shell?”

Victoria and Eric asked simultaneously. Then they burst out laughing again.

“We should have known better.” Eric said.

Again, they laughed.

After the laugh died down Vic thought it wise to defend her sister’s honour.

“Her husband sleeps with the cook, she has no choice!”

“O please.” Eric said immediately.

“O please what?” Vic was incensed.

“Well, you also torment men with your sensuality.”

“How dare you.”

“You tried to torment the wrong one this time, girl. This one here is obsessive, compulsive and disordered.” He cooed.

“So what? You’ll follow me around and try and spook me out. Grow up and get a job!” Vic taunted.

“Did I hear someone call my cousin jobless?” Sam’s voice reached us at the hall’s entrance. His T-shirt was drenched in sweat. He must have gone for a weekend run.

Why wouldn’t he!

“I am not surprised that you’d say that though. Meet Eric, aka DJ Iceberg.”

Victoria immediately scoffed.

Bertha apparently had joined the scene and they all stared at her.

“A-a-are you serious?” Victoria stammered. “The DJ Iceberg?”

“Eric, why don’t you go and show her.”

“No!” Eric and Vic exclaimed in one accord.

“Come on. You two have been on each other’s necks ever since you met each other. Why don’t you get to know each other first before you start throwing knives at each other?”

“Come to think of it,” Eric gave three deliberate tap of the foot, “Let’s go.”

Before she could protest, she was being dragged into his room.

Eric practically threw Vic into his room and locked the door.

“I have been wanting this for a while now.” He breathed into her ears. The reaction was instant.

Victoria was wet.

He pressed his hardness into her back. Victoria moaned.

“I see I have got the same hold over you.” He whispered and bit softly into the softness right beneath her jaw and proceeded to descend down her neck.

He was deliberate; looking for her weaknesses and exploiting it and boy, did she have many weaknesses.

He slid his fingers down her pants and just as he expected, she was hot, wet and ready. He could take her right there and then from behind. But no, this was now way past just sex for him at the moment. He wanted more. He needed more.

Never had it gone this far this quick with any woman he had had. No woman has been able to successfully seduce him. And In his line of work, they were all practically throwing themselves at him. So he had any woman he wanted.

But not this one. This one hated him. He knew it and he loved it. He loved that he could make her weak against her will. He loved it and did not want it to stop. Just taking her there and then would have ended things. And he was not ready to end things.

“Wow! Now that we’ve settled things, get out.” He said harshly.

He felt her stiffen and regretted immediately.

Victoria could not believe her ears. She turned and managed to scarcely hide the shock on her face. She could not hold herself. She slapped him, turned her back on him and tear stained and ashamed, went to her room.

Her tears blinded her as she stuffed her clothes into her bag.

Never, never, had she been treated with so much disrespect. NEVER.

***

Eric looked through his window and saw her leave.

Never, never, had any woman ever plagued his dreams. No woman has ever affected him so much.

He could see his psychologist shake his head in disapproval.

“Sorry Fred,” He said referring to his psychologist, “not letting this one go.”