More than a lie

CHAPTER 4

Andrea on the other hand arrived at work late that day. Her mean boss wouldn't stop yelling at her, threatening to deduct her salary if she comes late to work again.

While working, the thought of remorse and anger filled her heart for having s*x with a man she barely knew.

She knew her ultimate aim for going there was to acquaint herself with him and apply for a maid or nanny post as she needed more jobs.

Now she'd be considered a cheap w***e and wouldn't want to make friends with her.

She had totally forgotten Cyrus’ face, that he was the doctor she met a few days ago at the hospital she went to sell her kidney.

And she wasn't aware that he was the doctor she had s*x with.

“Your mother's health is deteriorating, you need to act fast"

Said a voice over the phone. It was the woman Andrea had paid to take care of her mom while she was away.

“How is she doing, so my mom is still in coma?"

" When will she wake out of it, I'm just tired, I can't take it anymore" Andrea gave out a loud cry causing people at the bar to turn their eyes towards her direction.

Andrea worked tirelessly every freaking day just to get enough money. Still it wasn't tangible enough for her mum's hospital bills.

On her way from work, she bumped into someone while walking down the road, it was Cyrus. Andrea felt so uneasy after realizing he was the one. She felt so shy to even look him in the eye.

“Aren't you the beautiful girl I…“ Cyrus was interrupted by Andrea. She wouldn't let him complete his statement.

“ No I'm not the one, I don't live here, sorry” she smiled wryly.

“What!? but you look so much like her, she was at my house yesterday and I am really angry with…

“No please, don't be angry with her" I'm not the girl you think I am” Andrea blurted immediately, cutting Cyrus short.

Cyrus smiled, he understood why she lied. she was embarrassed. “Poor thing”.

"I didn't mean I was angry with her, I meant I'm angry with myself for not getting her name.”

Andrea was even more shy, knowing she had exposed herself by blurting too quickly. She now looked stupid in front of him.

I'd like you to come over to my house again maybe someday, who knows, we may get to be friends,” he chuckled.

“Alright".

Clara buried her head in her palms at the dining room

The thoughts of her mother not being around really bothered her. She wondered why her mum chose a man over her and her dad. At some point, she'd doubted her mother being her biological mother.

Do you blame her? I mean who neglects her daughter for the father for years.

“Dad, do you think my mother actually birthed me? “

“Baby… why would you say that, of course your mum is your mum”

“But why won't she take care of me like other mothers do? Yes she may not be married to you anymore, but does that stop her from being my mum?”

" Hmmm.” Cyrus knew it was another episode of Clara's drama about her mum.

Cyrus wept in his heart, he couldn't believe what would make his wife cheat on him and then even divorce him.

“Dad, get me a pretend mum!

Cyrus lifted up his head as soon as she said that, he looked at her as though she spoke in the Hebrew tongue.

“You mean I should get a woman to pretend like your mum?”

" Yes, she'd need to stay with me for a few weeks so as to get to know me. You have two weeks to do this, and don't forget the event is in one month time”

“Good night, dad" she said and left for the room leaving her dad to ponder on what she had just said.

Cyrus knew he was in for, his daughter had given him an order and not doing it could lead to so much chaos.

He picked up his phone and dialed Anita's number the hundredth time that week.

This time around, Anita picked the call but didn't say a thing.

“Cyrus let me be.” she thundered, amidst her moans

As her man's d**k was inside of her when Cyrus called.

Nothing mattered to her at that moment but only the orgasm she was getting while Daniel, her new lover f****d her.

Cyrus felt a sting of betrayal and jealousy down his spine.

He gave a loud hiss and dropped the call.

The moans of Anita filled the room they were down to the corridor of the apartment.

She wouldn't stop moaning on top of her voice as Daniel thrusted his c**k in and outside of her with a slow steady pace and a fast pace interchangeably.

Next, he pulled out his d**k from her wet, drippy v****a and replaced it with his finger as he thrusted deeper and faster.

“Daniel, please stop” this time around she wasn't moaning but pleading for mercy. She wanted him to stop but she knew Daniel was far from stopping until he had cummed.

“Why do you want me to stop, babe? Daniel asked f*****g her so bad with his fingers.

“OMG!!!” She screamed as her walls pulsated around his fingers. She couldn't take it anymore but tried freeing herself from his grip.

This got Daniel more aggressive. He carried her from the bed and then placed her on the snooker table close to the wardrobe. She tangled up her legs around his waist and held on to him firmly.

He inserted his full d**k into her p***y which responded immediately because of how wet she was and f****d her faster and roughly in and out aggressively.

He pinned her to the wall and then f****d her from behind slowly-steadily, before carrying her to the bed again.

Anita gestured to him to rest while she took over from him.

She grabbed Daniel's d**k firmly and stroked it softly and slowly rubbed his cap in circular motions.

This time around Daniel was the one making muffled sounds

His moans were followed by deep loud breaths from him.

Anita enjoyed

watching him ask her for more with his expressions showing the pleasure he was getting.