Episode 7

Maxwell

I watched him get closer to me until my back hit the wall, I tried to escape but he was quick enough to pin me to the wall with his body.

If I had forced you, then why did you kiss me first?" I heard him say, with his breath fanning my face, but I tried so hard not to act affected by the close proximity between us.

But then I looked at him like I heard seen a ghost, in front of me, as my lips parted in shock.

"I did..," I tried explaining, when suddenly I felt his lips on mine, as he kissed me ferociously, making my breathing hitch...

I didn't understand what was happening to me, so many emotions ran through my heart at one point, I felt adrenaline in my hormones, as I suddenly reciprocated in the same manners, pulling him close to me and thrusting my tongue deeper into his mouth, as I wanted to taste him even more...

But then realization hit me, when I pushed him off my body, and ran away from his hold, moving as far as I could away from him.

Maxwell, he called calmly in shock, taking a step to the position I was standing with his gaze not leaving mine...

Don't!, I screamed as I pointed my fingers out to him as a sign of warning for him not to move any further.  

Don't come close to me, I said shakily as I moved back a bit further. "Don't," I repeated this time with a rise of tone clearly scared and at the same time angry. But not angry with him, but angry with myself for even reciprocating. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. 

Why did my body have to fail me and acted that way towards his touch? I questioned myself unable to believe, to the point that it was as if I wasn't in charge of my body anymore, it had completely taken control over me, by just having him close to me and I had no way to get off it control but rather obeying it...

"Don't fight this," he said and paused staring intently at me as if waiting for my next reaction.

"No matter how hard you try, it's just going to be," I heard him say, sounding so what confident. I looked at him one more time, before turning my back and heading to the door, as I placed my hands in the doorknob twisting it a bit.

"I don't know you, and I don't want to emphasize on whatever just happened, because to me it was nothing rather than the influence of the too much alcohol I had. And please note, I wish never to see you again" I said in finality, without caring how my words might have affected him, before stepping out of the room...

I walked outside the bar and came across a few people still lingering at the bar with the loud music blaring through my ears, I watched them looking drunk, intoxicated as they staggered around the place and fell at some point. My eyes met the gaze of the bar attendants who seem to have given me a long stare. I signed as I closed my nose due to the fact that everywhere reek of the smell of alcohol.

Without turning back whatsoever, I headed out of the bar, and finally, my eyes were welcome with the bright rays of the sun as I used my hands to shield my ears from it, trying to adjust my eyes to the gaze, when my eyes landed on the boards in front of me with the word imprinted "Gay Bar". I staggered backward in shock, "there's no way I saw that clearly, I must have misread that," I told myself using my thumbs on my two eyes and repeating the process of reading the big board again.

"How in the world did I end up here!, damn it," I cursed and kicked my legs in the air, before trying to hail a can instantly. 

I didn't bother trying to recall, I needed to go far from the place I was, far from that strange man and far from everything that made this awful morning a reality, I knew the last one was impossible. Cause no matter how hard I try to run away, I can't eventually run fork my mind cause I can't stop it from thinking about everything that had happened or even recalling a thing from what had happened.  

Gosh, I hissed as my thoughts reflected on my wife. I know she must be pretty worried, my daughter too and now even the maid. Plus I didn't leave a message nor neither did I call to tell them what had happened. I immediately placed my hands inside the pockets of the pants I wore, until I felt something that resembles my phone.

I sighed as I went through my call logs, only to be met with a few calls from the maid, a few from the office, and none from Linda. Hmm, that's weird I thought and gave my phone a light hit assuming it must be broken. There's no way in the world Linda wasn't going to check up on me right? I asked myself mentally and shook my head as if giving the response and reassurance I needed to myself. 

Gosh, things weren't so fucked up for us before, but I know deep down the woman I married cares for me and she was my everything and I was having to. "There's is no need to think too much about this Maxwell," I tell myself looking outside the windows. I am just crowding my head with so many things, " I'm sure her phone was broken and she asked Joyce to call me, but unfortunately I didn't pick up because of that strange fellow" I thought in anger and hissed turning my fave sideways. The thought of him making me missed my wife's call was enough to make me gate his fave. But deep down I had this feeling but deep somewhere that I was just going to get disappointed about Linda, causing me to sigh heavily.

Finally, my eyes met the familiar gate, and a smile curved at one side of my lips, I paid the taxi driver and hop out of the car, staring at the gate like I was in big trouble.

I pushed it and was welcome by the gateman, who smiled at me genuinely and asked how I was doing as he haven't seen me this morning go to work. I smiles at him and headed inside the house. It was silent at first and I began to walk upstairs. 

But as I got closer, I heard whispers coming from the door that belongs to my daughter Skyler. I stare confused wondering what all the whispering was about but I had to tiptoe and got to the door placing my ears hoping to hear what it was about when I heard whimpers coming out from the room.

What the heck? There's us no way, it is Skyler crying, I tell myself that, as I pushed the door open only to be met with my daughter's sad look.

They both lifted their head, as their eyes snapped in my direction staring at me I'm shocked, Skyler look shock but that expression was later replaced with one of joy as she ran in her feet and used her ting hands to hug my legs.

"Daddy" age squeal like the little girl that she was while sniffing the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes. I lower myself and stay in her position using my thumbs to dry her teary eyes, while she sniffles at me making me smile.

Dad, where did you go to? I missed you, she said in a deep breath and engulf me in a tight hug, as I reciprocated sniffing in the shampoo of her hair that I had gotten for her.

*Sir Maxwell, welcome. I was worried that something happened to you. I called you, but when I got no response, Skyler and I began to go crazy. She didn't sleep well at night, always asking about you as the hours' passed, sorry I couldn't drag her to school today, but she insisted on staying here till she sees you," Joyce explain in one breath causing me to smile as I patted her back, while she dried her tears.

Hey, I'm here now, so let's stop whining and probably have breakfast together right? I asked when little Skyler came close to me sniffing me and quickly covering her nose.

"You stink dad, go take a bath first," she said making me smile when I paused and recall Linda. 

Hey, where's my wife? Didn't she wait up for me, I asked afraid of the response I might get, and when I finally heard my shoulders fell as I walked to my room.

I pushed the door open and began to pull off all my clothes, I slip into the bathroom and made my water warm in the tub before getting unclad fully and diving into getting washed now. I closed my eyes as I relaxed myself enjoying the feeling of water on my skin. My thoughts began to wander around as a clear image of me moaning appeared in my head. I closed my eyes again after snapping it open when the image of the strange fellow on top of me trailing kisses from my neck, chest down to my belly button caused my breathing to hitched at how hot it looked.

I snapped my eyes open and began to scrub my body angrily, with the hope that I can wash away everything about us including his touch that night but deep down I knew that was far from possible. So I angrily walked away the foam from my body and got of the tub tying just the towel around my torso.

I walked to the mirror in the bathroom and stare at myself when my eyes caught something like a bite at the side of my neck, it wasn't visible to the eyes, but looking from the mirror I could see it clearing causing me to have almost screamed out but I stopped myself.

I traced my hands to where the bite was and my face looked so furious right now staring and touching it. I rubbed it off trying to get it off, but it only worsen making that side of my neck more red.

How dare you? I whispered and looked at myself angrily from the mirror, carefully touching the mark without applying any pressure on it like before to prevent it from getting even redder, as I hope it clears off soon, but instead, nothing worked. I took another towel from the towel rack, and placed some water on them too to make it wet, as I tried to was that bite away from my neck.

I started gently but then it didn't seem like any of it was working, neither was the match clearing but then I felt worst than ever, knowing I couldn't wash away everything he did to meet last night, his touch, kisses, and words, I couldn't get rid of them completely because he had imprinted his teeth on my skin making it impossible for me to get out of it 

What do I do? I thought as I gave up on cleaning it off when the towel slowly fell from my hands causing me to hiss in pains and agony.i bent my hair down and a few of my hairs followed that pattern of my head causing more droplets on my face as I sighed and looked at my neck in disgust...

How dare you mark me, how dare you? I said again this time utterly frustrated as I pull my wet hair, causing a few droplets to fall on my face...

How dare you? I repeated again almost crashing my hands against the mirror...