Deceitful Hearts

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Okay, okay, I promise to satisfy them.

Soon after, Clinton showed up.

"Hey, what's up?" Clinton asked.

"Cool," I replied.

"Why are you all by yourself?" He asked, staring straight into my eyes as he sat on the chair next to me.

"Talk to me," he said again.

I nodded my head in response. "I'm okay," I managed to speak.

He lowered his head and dared not speak, knowing that he had not done well.

The atmosphere became deep and heavy for a while.

She decided to let it go, to pretend that nothing had happened, even though the worst had already occurred between Mom and her.

"I must get married to Clinton whatsoever the conditions," she said to herself. She kept brainwashing herself, forcing herself to find comfort in the situation.

After some minutes of internal struggle, she finally had to accept her fate.

She was having these thoughts when Mr. Desmond broke the silence.

"Hey!" he said.

"Good day, sir." They both greeted him. Clinton was not comfortable with his Dad present amidst their conversation, so he excused himself.

"Excuse me," he stood up and pecked Lauretta.

"I am tired, I need to have some rest."

"Okay," she replied.

"How are you?" Mr. Desmond asked.

"I'm fine, Dad!" she said, smiling a little.

"Are you sure?" He asked again.

"Yes! I'm very sure I'm fine?" She wondered why Mr. Desmond questioned her in this manner.

"Well…..get some rest then," he said. "But before then, I want to have a word with you."

"Okay."

"Umm."

He seemed to be lost in thought, his deep and mysterious eyes unfathomable, and she couldn't read him.

"Daddy! Are you…okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine," came his cold, distant voice, as if he wanted to cry his eyes away.

Finally, he speaks. "Lauretta! Who are you to my Son?" He asked.

She was shocked to hear this, she answered without hesitation.

"He is my fiancé," she said, smiling a little.

"Hmm," He sighed. "Do you think Clinton loves you?" He asked.

"Yes, he loves me very much!"

"O-okay," he stuttered.

He said, frowning. "Daughter, I will want you to be wise and sensible. I am very sure you're mature enough and you know what's good for you." He advised calmly, stood up, and patted my shoulder.

I nodded my head in response. "T-thank you, sir," I stuttered in response.

It looks like he is a good person judging by our conversations. He is very different from all the people in the house. I felt wanted by his sweet-coated words. It was nice talking to him.

"I know you must have been tired with the house chores and errands."

"Yes!" I replied to him.

"Okay, I'm going to bed. You can as well go and have some rest," he said, smiling at me.

"Alright, see you tomorrow."

All the night went out in an instant, and the surroundings plunged into darkness.

Little did she know that the most tempting thing was the combination of confusion and brightness.

The room fell silent. Just when she thought there would be no answer.

"Um."

Clinton responded lightly, subtly shifting his gaze away.

"It's me, your baby, come to me!" He said, while he hugged and threw some kisses all over her body.

"Please, stop Clinton. I am not feeling too well. My whole body aches and they seem to be pained," she uttered.

"I am sorry for losing control of myself; forgive me, darling," he said, frowning, with a hint of sarcasm and some undetermined disgust.

Lauretta was amazed. Even if she didn't want to admit it. She finally broke the silence. "Please, it's nothing, babe," she replied, smiling.

His brow twitched, forcibly suppressing the urge to kill, and looked at Lauretta, who was confused.

"Hey! I think this will be the end of our relationship."

"Why?"

"Keep shut, you this spoiled brat. You won't let me have my way because you've been busy with the house chores right?" He asked, frowned tightly.

She was confused as she spoke. "Babe! It's not up to that, I only told you that my body is aching." As she was trying to change the topic of the discussion.

He frowned. "Oh, you think you can bury this easily?"

He stood up angrily, still ranting. "I'm not going to sleep under the same roof with you tonight if you are not going to let me get down with you. Get the hell out of this room." He said, dragging her out of the room. Upon hearing this, Lauretta's face turned pale with panic. She raised her voice nervously, "What are you talking about? You are making things up!"

"What do you mean that I'm making things up? You just told me you ain't going to let me sleep with you! Do you realize that I'm your husband-to-be? So, if you are not going to allow me to sleep with you out of my room," he threatened.

"I wasn't denying you, I only told you that my body is aching. I have been busy with the house chores, that is why," she explained calmly.

"Some are so capable, how could you be so busy that you wouldn't perform your marital duties? As for me, of course, I'm going to meet my girlfriend. Do you think I'm like some people, an old leftover woman with no one chasing after her, with nothing to do all day but work?"

"Old leftover woman?" Lauretta hated it when people poked at her age!

She looked up to see Clinton's smug and provocative expression. She chose to ignore him and coldly averted her gaze.

"Darling! I'm sorry. I will make it up to you…."

"Scram," Clinton interrupted her before she finished talking, he pushed her out of the room and locked the door from behind. "Get out of my room, you monster."

Clinton sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

Lauretta stood up, and banged on the door and cried for help. "Help! Please, open the door, Clinton, I'm sorry." She cried, but no one came to her rescue.