Chapter 9

SHERYLN

I dropped the iPad and stood up. I walked around the room, deliberating about what had to be done but no solution came up. This was a big problem. My plan had backfired. You know Cinderella's fairytale? I couldn't allow the same thing to happen here. I had to stop May's marriage with Nicholas but how do I do this?

“Mother!” Emma ran inside my room. She looked alarmed. “Did you hear? May is getting married to…”

“I know,” I sighed. “Apparently, this man is more powerful than Conan whom we tried to separate her from. He is a fucking billionaire! A famous one too.”

“She is pregnant with his child. This can't happen, Mother. You have to stop their union by every means. It will be the end for us if she gets married to him and bears his child. Do something, please!”

“Calm down…” I muttered.

“I can't! I have a headache and it feels like my head is going to explode!” Emma shouted.

“Stop it!” I exclaimed angrily. I took a deep breath and continued. “This happened because of you anyway. You should have made sure the insemination was done properly.”

“The hospital is at fault! They switched things up. It was accidental but see what their foolish mistake caused,” Emma said. She was about to sulk, I knew her very well.

“Let's find a solution. That's all we can do for now,” I told her. I sat and Emma sat on the sofa opposite mine. We stared at each other as if the solution will be written on our faces. This continued for a few minutes and Emma broke the silence.

“Nicholas is only marrying her because of the baby…” Emma paused as if for dramatic effect. “What would happen if she loses the baby?”

“He would probably forsake her,” I answered. “But how do we do that?”

“Spiking her drink with an abortion pill would be the safest method. All we have to do is find a maid from Nicholas's house, bribe the maid, and the deed would be done. Who knows? We might end up getting rid of May in the process,” Emma said with an evil smirk on her face. I nodded in agreement. Truly, Emma was my offspring.

“It's a solid plan. How do we find a maid to bribe?” I asked.

“Don't worry, mother. I'll take care of it!” Emma said confidently. Now that we had found a solution, I could breathe well.

**

“Marcus,” I called his name, trying to get his attention. He lay still with his eyelids not even blinking. Dr. Charles entered the room, holding his chart.

“It appears your husband is almost brain dead, Sherlyn,” Charles told me with a smile on his face. I smiled back but stopped when I caught Marcus's face again.

“I used to love him,” I muttered. “I was his daughter's nanny from when she was a baby until she was ten. I watched him for ten years. I wanted him for ten years. I seduced him for ten years. A rare man, he is.”

“But he finally succumbed to your pressure, didn't he? Men are all the same. Forget the time frame, they can't resist a beautiful woman…” Charles told me and winked at me. I smiled. Charles was a handsome, young man. I had seen him naked and clothed but he looked the best in his white lab coat.

“I was very beautiful then. I wonder how he could resist me for ten years anyway,” I wondered.

“You are still beautiful…” Charles could see through me. He knew I needed validation at that moment.

“No,” I replied. “I am aged now. My frail body is nothing compared to my youth. Men ain't attracted to an old woman with wrinkles and…”

Charles grabbed my waist and shut my mouth with his lips over mine. He kissed me hungrily and I ended up against the wall. I wrapped my hands around his neck, kissing him back. I wanted him more than he wanted me. I could feel his hands down my thighs. He had raised my gown and his fingers were exploring down there.

I shivered.

“You are attractive. You still drive men crazy…” Charles looked into my eyes. “I am proof of that. You drive me… crazy.”

I held on, gazing at me. He held my hand and made me touch his crotch. “See. Feel it. See how hard you make me.”

It was at this point I realized that I was madly in love with him as well. I was so lovestruck that I could only look at him and yearn for him.

“I want you,” He whispered in my ears, sending chills down my spine.

“Here? Now?” I finally asked. My eyes fell on my husband, Marcus, lying on the bed.

“I told you he is almost brain dead,” Charles told me. “Don't you have a fantasy like that? He knows nothing right now. Will you reject me?”

Hell No! I shouted that in my mind. Charles didn't need permission before he made me face the wall, raising my gown. He smacked my butt and tore off my panties. I was forty-five and the mere thought of being treated like this by twenty seven year old Charles was enough to drive me crazy.

“Ugh!” I moaned as I felt him inside me. My eyes fell on Marcus again. His eyes were wide open but he could do nothing even though his wife was being fucked in the same room he was in.

**

“I found someone to take care of it,” Emma told me after I got back from the hospital. “It will be done tomorrow during breakfast!”

“Good job!” I exclaimed. I jumped on the bed, exhausted.

Emma said nothing which was strange. I turned back only to find her with inquisitive eyes piercing into my soul.

“Are you okay?” I managed to ask. She said nothing still so I stood up out of worry. I tried to touch her but she took a step back.

“You smell of Charles…” Emma muttered.