Chapter 4

Matilda

I know this is wrong because he loves my sister and not me, but the love I feel for him swells in my chest and takes over. I respond and kiss him with a deep passion like it was the very first time my lips had touched his.

His warm minty breath is the most delicious thing I had ever smelt in my life and I don't resist anymore. Michael lets go of one of my arms and holds the back of my neck to arch my head and kiss me deeply. His body touches mine and almost seems to enter mine if it's possible.

The way he holds me and doesn't want to let me go as he kisses me ignites fire in me, it makes him look even more irresistible and charming.

I love you so much, Michael - I think to myself and my chest feels pain at the thought that my love is only one-sided.

“Matilda...” He says my name breathlessly as he pulls away only for two seconds, and crushes his lips against mine once again. I moan in his mouth and I now feel his long erection against my stomach.

“I want to fuck you,” He murmurs as he now licks my left ear and I feel my belly jolting. I close my eyes, now in a trance like him and part my lips to gasp out.

“Michael,” I whimper, forgetting that we were both out in the open next to the main road, making out like two shameless people.

“Do you want me to fuck you, blondie?” He asks as he now puts his hand inside my pants and in my panties. His finger feels my sex and I whimper a little loud this time, my breaths also coming in hot and shallow.

“Like this?...” He asks, and now plays with my folds with his fingers before he goes further to insert a finger in my vagina.

I should say no and end this whole thing right here and now, but I'm powerless, always powerless when it comes to Michael. I can't refuse him and my body is now like it's on meds.

“Y-yes... like that.” I reply, my moans coming off in short waves.

He kisses me hard again while fucking my vagina with his finger and then his phone vibrates in his trousers.

“Who the hell's disturbing me...” He grunts as he takes out his phone from the pocket of his trousers. He quickly takes a look at his screen and then he freezes.

“Seraphina?...”

My body crashes like I'm sober and I immediately come out of my trance. I look at Michael and he's agitated as he continues to stare at his phone's screen.

“Fuck... this can't be happening,” He quickly takes his hand from inside my pants and answers my sister's call. “Hello, my love,”

I inhale and wonder what I was thinking. I just stand where I am like an idiot and hear him talk to my sister over the phone and telling her how much he loves her and can't wait to be with her.

It hurts, it hurts so much that I can't help but have tears surround my eyes again. Why does he keep on hurting me like this? What does he gain by seeing me sad and in pain?

I see his smile and my chest tightens painfully, knowing that only my sister could make him smile so carefree like that with a dimple on his right cheek.

I wipe my tears before they drop on my cheeks as he now finishes talking to my sister and hangs up. He turns around to look at me and his expression changes, realizing what he's done and tries to say something but I don't want to listen to him.

“Let's just go, it's not like I'll find a cab at this late hour.” I say calmly, though my mouth trembles because I want to cry again but I don't do it. I suck it up because I was also to blame. I knew he's in love with my sister and yet I still allowed him to touch me and kiss me.

I get back into his car and face the window again. Michael gets into the drivers seat and I see him look at me briefly through the window's reflection before he starts the car. He doesn't say anything on our way back and I'm very grateful that he didn't.

In the end we both just betrayed Seraphina.

We arrive back to the mansion, and I don't feel good coming back here but I didn't have a choice. I had to stay here until our divorce was officially done.

I am the first to open my side of the door when Michael wants to say something to me. “Matilda, please listen...”

“This can't happen again,” I interrupt him. “Never again.” I step out of the car and walk faster towards the front door, my tears already falling on my cheeks as I now cover my mouth to muffle my sobs.

I bump into Mr William in the foyer and I just walk past him. I climb the stairs and instead of going to our bedroom, I walk into one of the guestrooms and shut myself in. I am tired and exhausted from crying all night and I can't sleep even after I've hit the bed. Because for some reason I was now in a house that isn't mine anymore.

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Michael

I can't stop thinking about the huge mistake I almost made with Matilda. What's wrong with me and why did I kiss her back then on that alley? I love Seraphina and I don't want to betray her, not this time.

For two years, I'd been with Matilda, not for love, just for the sex and the passion she ignites in me. Back then, being with Matilda was my only way of coping after Seraphina fell into a coma. I justified sleeping with the sister of the love of my life just because Seraphina wasn't awake. But now Seraphina was awake so I would be cheating on her if I still sleep with Matilda.

I watch as Matilda enters the house and I sigh heavily and throw the back of my head against my seat. I'd hurt her with my actions but what to do. I'm in love with Seraphina but I can't deny that I want Matilda, I want her body and her smell. I can't deny that after what happened, I want more.

I look at my hand that still grips the steering wheel. I try to resist sniffing the finger that was inside Matilda's vagina, but that's all in my head because I bring my finger to my nose and inhale her sweet natural body scent.

“Damn!...” I whisper as I close my eyes. “How can one woman smell so fucking good down there?”

I shake my head and quickly turn off the engine of my car before my wayward thoughts lead to another unsatisfied erection. I pull out the keys and step out of my car. I should not think about Matilda anymore now that Seraphina was back and very soon she will become my wife.

I enter the house and William is waiting for me.

“Mrs Wilson rather came home very troubled, sir.” William states.

“Where is she?” I ask before shoving my keys into my trousers.

“She's locked herself in one of the guestrooms upstairs, sir.” William responds and I nod without saying a word.

Probably it was for the best that we didn't stay in the same bedroom tonight. At least I'm glad and relieved that she's back in the house and not moving from here until our divorce has been finalized, or should I say when I decide to finalize our divorce.

I climb the stairs and enter our bedroom. It looks empty and feels lonely without Matilda either folding the clothes or working on her desk on the right. Only her scent still lingers in every corner of the room.

My crotch, though soft still burns with the frustration of us not finishing what we had started back then, but at least I'm okay with the fact that we were interrupted by Seraphina's call. I wouldn't want to betray Seraphina now that she's awake from her coma.

I take out my car keys and toss them on the bedside table. I now have a headache and my mind drifts back to Matilda. She always rubbed some ointment on my forehead whenever I had a headache and gave me a head massage as well.

I involuntarily smile recalling some good moments in this room. Our fights, arguments and the passionate sex. I'd grown to see Matilda differently from the person Seraphina had described her to be.

I feel too lazy to take a shower and just change into my nightrobe and get into bed. My phone receives a message alert and when I check it, it's Seraphina.

- Just wanted to wish you a goodnight, my love. See you tomorrow.

I think of Seraphina, who is the love of my life and the plans we'd made before and after our wedding and I smile before I text her back.

- I can't wait to also see you tomorrow.