THE INTENDED

Episode 4

Dylan, to my unfortunate virgina turned out to be a raging homosexual man. The evidence being his turning around to look at every cute and hot man that so much as passed by us. And it seemed we were both unwilling celibates. When all the fun and games were done and over with, I was certain my little man had his fill. We took it to a nearby eating place where we bonded over our, you guessed it, singleness in both parenting and love areas respectively. He was actually a pretty chill guy, funny and charming in his own right. I could see a dozen stupid women falling in love without knowing his sexuality.

Anyway, we exchanged numbers and agreed to meet for an adult night alone thing. Which was welcome because Chomie and I still had that arrangement in motion, and I don't think it would hurt to have another person join us. Carson had so much fun, he fell asleep in the car on our way back, so I had to carry him up the stairs didn't wake up.

When I had put Carson to bed, I went for a hot bath with a glass of red wine, to just relax and unwind from the crowd and noise of the playground. As much as I worked in a place where there were a lot of people, I also hated crowds, so whenever I had a chance I would go above deck or below to just calm down from it all. I hated people. Anything that included social gatherings and human beings was a no for me. When I was growing up in the orphanage, a lot of kids would approach me. To chat or play or just anything. But I just couldn't. As much as I wanted to blame my nature of isolation on introversion, I honestly just never liked people.

At all. Which was why I never had friends and yet was completely fine with it while growing up.

Anyway, the day went well, obviously. Carson and I both had fun and I met his best friend, who turned out to be an adorable fiery little thing, so yeah. I was yet to talk to Chomie about our plans to retreat somewhere for the week. My cell phone broke my trial of thought as it rang somewhere in the living room. I hated having to get up from a bath just to pick up a call, so I did what I always do, pretended not to hear it and drank away at my red wine.

"Hm this stuff is good, where did she get this..." I wondered out loud, reaching for the wine glass. Turned out it was some French name that I couldn't even pronounce, nor did I want to. So I laid back and just closed my eyes. My nap turned out to be for a few hours or minutes as next thing I knew someone was banging loudly on my door. Groaning, I swore and got out, grabbing a white robe in the process. On my way to the door, I couldn't help but turn my eyes towards the clock on the wall. Turns out it was a little past six pm. Meaning I had been asleep for a good two hours.

"Must've been exhausted, huh", I mumbled while opening the door.

"Took you long enough" A beautiful woman with wild brown curls stormed into my house, without waiting for an invitation. This, ladies and gentlemen, is Chomie. Chomie is South African. And her name means "friend".

We met on a ship a few years ago and kicked it off. Well, not initially. Chomie is a rude and blunt person naturally. She is a perfect example of why I hate human beings, but she has a gentle soul. I honestly would have ripped her apart that day had I not known the other lady she was with. But she did apologize a few days later and gave me a complimentary free nail appointment. She had a body most women would die for and beautiful huge hazel eyes. She was stunning, and I probably slept with her when we were drunk years ago, but neither of us ever acknowledged that night. I would've probably dated her if I hadn't gotten pregnant and married Greg back then.

But no, I no longer desire my best friend anymore.

"I took a nap in the tub and fell asleep". Figured I just went all in. If she was going to suck the truth out of me, why not just tell her and save both of us trouble.

"Right, where's the kid?" Her eyes wondered around the room like Carson would suddenly just going to materialize, from thin air.

"Kid is asleep if you must know". I went back to the bathroom to drain the water and finish up with a shower. But I could feel her penetrating stare on my ass. Another thing we should know about Chomie is that she is a w***e. She will sleep with anything with boobs. And a serial cheater to boot.

Thank God I dodged that bullet. Turns out silent Greg wasn't the worst thing to happen to me.

"I can feel you, you know" I supplied just to see her reaction. And she didn't disappoint.

"I see what I like and want it ..." she trailed, having magically caught up with me by the bathroom door. Her arms wrapped gently around me from behind. My eyes closed on their own as I took in her perfume. It was mild yet sweet, an alluring scent of some kind.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice betraying me. I didn't want to sleep with her, but my body yearned for another's touch. Honestly, being celibate for seven years wasn't the best thing to happen to me. I was horny and my mind was full of stupid ideas, and right now even my toxic and narcissistic best friend looked like a perfect present ready to devour.

"Just let me, just for tonight, and we can forget it ever happened tomorrow," She whispered, her lips trailing my neck and teasing me slowly. f**k maybe just...

"Mom?" I ripped myself from Chomie so fast I didn't even feel it when her hands left my body. My heart was beating so loudly I was afraid I was having a heart attack or something. Carson stood with his little hands in his eyes as he tried to rub the sleep away. When I was sure he hadn't seen anything, I walked to him and guided him to the couch. My eyes refused to look at Chomie.

I was mortified. What the hell was I about to let Chomie do to me?