003: The Tutor

MIMI

Four years later

My hands flung around him, our voices blending with each other as I let out a moan.

My hips lifted slightly as he thrust his cock inside me in a fast motion. My body felt like it was going to explode as my moans grew louder. Beads of sweat dropped down my neck as I avoided his gaze.

"Look at me, Mimi." My eyes trailed to his sweaty face, a warm redness emanating on my cheeks.

"Who's better, me or Devon?" His movements slowed purposely to spite me.

I grunted internally, buckling my hips to and fro, my moans morphing into exasperated cries. He placed his hands on the sides of my hips and pressed them down, a wicked glint gleaming in his eyes as he hovered over me.

"What's the matter, Mimi? Can't talk?" he snarled at me as I sucked in a harsh breath.

"It's you, Rendolf." Almost immediately, he picked up the pace, thrusting his cock in me relentlessly. Just as I was about to cum, my phone rang.

My head turned to the side to search for it, but Rendolf planted kisses from my neck to my chin and then to my lips as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

I tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t stop until I shoved him off me.

I look over at Rendolf, a disappointed pout in his lips as I walked to get my phone from my purse.

My heart raced when I saw Devon's name on the screen.

The call fell through as I bit the tip of my finger nail.

Why would he be calling me?

Did he know about Rendolf?

He couldn't, not now.

The phone rings again and Devon's name displayed on the screen. My pale ghostly face only reflected the screen of my phone.

"Answer it." Rendolf suggested.

I turn to him with a frown on my face.

"He could know about us." I whispered as if Devon was close by.

"Or he could not and you're just giving me more reason to suspect you if that call falls through." The transition of my gaze from Rendolf to my screen was seamless. I immediately I slide the call to answer, shakily pressing the phone on my ear.

"Hello." I mutter smoothly, even though I was far from calm.

"Where are you?" Devon yelled, annoyance laced in his tone.

"W-What do you mean?" I stutter turning to Rendolf, who swatted his hand up and down gently, mouthing 'calm down.'

"We are supposed to meet Herod's teacher today. I'm in front of his school building and I don't see a fucking glimpse of you." Devon said as I let out my nervous breath. Though I was still in a tricky situation.

"It's today?" I muttered coyly, my pitch octaves higher.

"What do you mean it's today? You're the one who's been talking about it. Where the fuck are you?" Devon asked once again as I looked back at Rendolf for help.

"You're shopping aren't you?" My heart almost stopped when Devon unexpectedly gave me an excuse.

"I'm sorry baby. It's these new shoes that are on sale, I just had to have it." I explained, tears almost watering in my eyes.

"Just get here as soon as possible." The call ends as immediately take in a deep breath.

How could I be careless to forget about the P.T.A meeting today.

"Don't tell me you're going." Rendolf smirked as I rolled my eyes at him.

"I wouldn't have to go if your son was as smart as Devon." I clicked my tongue. Rendolf shrugged, his shoulder admitting defeat.

"We can't be all be winners, if not for me you might have given Devon a daughter. I solidified your position as Devon's wife, don't forget that." Rendolf boasted letting his superiority complex peek through.

I hated that and wished I could stop this but Rendolf had me wrapped around his finger. I'd given him everything, an apartment, a good position at Devon's company. This affair should have ended long ago but i'd be lying if I didn't admit to loving him or what he did for me.

Rendolf was my secret, something Devon could not control so even if I wanted to leave I couldn't bring myself letting go of the only control I had.

So maybe I did owe him everything.

"How old is Herod anyway?" Rendolf brought out a cigarette while watching me quickly change into my light blue pant suit.

"He just turned four, last month." And slowly he was beginning to morph into his father's semblance.

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"What do you mean he needs a tutor?" I slapped my hand on the desk as Devon tried to pull me back from scratching out the teacher's eyes. Her eyes simmered with panic, her voice breaking as she tried to form a speech but only ended up letting out a guttural cough.

Devon managed to gently belt me back to my seat as he retreat to his.

"M-mrs Remington, Herod is special. He needs extra attention probably from a third party. A tutor would be best fit." Mrs Sullivan stuttered through, her face flushed in crimson.

"My husband isn't the biggest donor of Pinnacle Prep academy for nothing. You teachers are just not doing your fucking jobs and blaming my son for being incompetent. If my Herod is so special why does he need a tutor?" I muttered as Mrs Sullivan went mute fiddling with her fingers.

I scoffed watching her shake, I would demand for her to be fired soon enough.

I and Devon left the office and got into his car. We both sat at the back seat, my arms folded as I peered my gaze at the window.

"Where are the shoes that you bought?" My heart dropped at Devon's question. I calmed down, already an expert of his interrogations.

"They're in my car. I'll show them to you when we get home." I said as his driver starts the car.

"Let's find Haven another school. I'm tired of these low lives telling me my own son is incompetent." My head was still peered against the window. A hand grabbed my thigh, warm breath creeping at my neck.

"Let's get Herod a tutor." I turned to Devon, he didn't look like he was joking.

"All the schools are saying the same thing. If this is our way of helping Devon. Why don't we?" I hated why Devon had to make much sense.

"Besides the school recommended Miss North. She only takes one student per session so we should book her as soon as possible. She'll make our Herod the brightest kid in Pinnacle Prep." I nodded my head at Devon's pep talk.

"Alright then." I relaxed wrapping my hands around Devon as I closed my eyes.

There was nothing to worry but I felt this sulken feeling, I thought it was because I was Instinctively worried about Herod.

So I didn't think much about it.

A week passed and that feeling grew even worse, not once subsiding.

I was insomniac and harboring the worse fucking headache.

"Devon, I think I need to see a doctor. I'm not feeling well." I said looking down at my fingers with Devon by my side.

Miss North was at the gate and she wanted us to hold an interview with us.

I didn't have time to think of how bashful it was because of how drained I've been.

"After we see Miss North, I'll call Doctor Gabriel to come over." Devon touched my thigh warmly as a maid walks in with a woman with red stiletto heels behind her.

A smile crept up my lips out of habit.

The moment the maid moved past Miss North the smile and the light in my eyes crumbled.

My eyes did a double take, my heart thumping as the woman held a black purse with both hands. A white shirt and a colbalt blue skirt.

Devon rise from his seat, the color leaving his face. Which validates the feeling that this wasn't an Hallucination.

"Good Afternoon Mr and Mrs Remington, I'm Miss North your son's new tutor." Her eyes sizes the both of us and with a smile on her lips she raised her shoulder.

"But, you both can call me Corrie."