THE ENIGMA OF LOVE

CHAPTER 2


We often sacrifice our own well-being trying to do good for others. Though self-preservation is crucial, those with empathetic hearts can't ignore the innate desire to care for others. I mean this is not my problem initially yet I now feel a strong sense of accountability for her protection. Lucky for me I still found her standing there where I had left her, even though there was shelter where she was standing but she was rain-soaked I guess just from the car to that place, that's how heavy the rain was. She looked very lost and cold, wet to the skin. All that vibrant smile and bubbly face had vanished all I could see was a rain-soaked chicken, she didn't even look in my direction I hooted and hooted nothing only after a while she finally looked in my direction and saw me. She didn't bother now running to the car she was wet anyway. She got in the car and she was still shaking from the cold but at least it was hot in the car, I then drove off feeling proud of myself for returning, she looked like she was in serious need of my help.

I often ponder the transformation potential of a society that embodies my values. The profound satisfaction I derive from assisting those in need is unparalleled. Wouldn't it be remarkable if humanity universally prioritised mutual support and care, driven solely by genuine affection and not expectation of reciprocity? Ideally we would cultivate compassion for one another solely based on our shared humanity.

"No luck?" I asked.

"Nope." She replied sadly. It went quiet for a minute.

"Where are we going?" She asked curiously. Perhaps she was right, maybe my wife is lucky. I failed to understand what kind of a guy would allow this to happen to such a beautiful girl.

"My house."

"Your house?" She asked curiously.

"Yes, or do you have a better idea?"

"No but what about your wife?"

"What about my wife?" I replied with quite a serious face and a stronger voice tone, I didn't want her to start getting ideas. This was just about her safety nothing less nothing more.

"Nothing." She offered few words thereafter, having been deprived of her freedom. Her emotional state was marked by anxiety and regret. I didn't tell her that my wife and our twin baby boys were not home and that I was home alone.

When we got to my house I wasn't going to give her my wife's clothes so I gave her my warm jersey to wear while I was preparing her tea to warm her up. I don't know if it was a coincidence or what, but when I came with the tea she had just taken off her wet clothes just in her underwear only. She was very sassy and irresistibly hot. I couldn't help it so I dropped the tea and the cup broke. Apart from everything her breasts were like those of a virgin, breasts are my weakness anyway but hers were just too much along with her sassy body I could not resist. Instead of putting on this jersey I had given her she rushed to come help me with the mess I had created, I felt my whole body vibrating. I just stood there as if I had suffered an electrical shock.

Despite being a man who is glued to his wife, a man who believes in true love and hate cheating I still hav the weakness that every man has I am just mentally stronger. Ideally having to avoid at all costs being in front of a naked sassy woman, but somehow here I was.

"Where is the mop?" She asked completely ignoring the fact that I was stunned.

"Huh?"

"The mop!"

"Umh what?" I asked while wiping my eyes, her boobs were just staring at me.

"Oh my God!" She said going in the kitchen to look for the mop without me telling her exactly where it is, she found it and the broom and the dust pen and cleaned that mess while she was doing that I went in my bedroom to clear my head. I was away from those fine boobs but it was as if they were stuck in my mind, I just kept on seeing them in my mind. It was only then when I realised that I had messed up, bringing her here was a horrible idea.

Inside my own mind I fought the demon. Thought of my wife's unwavering devotion and sacrifices motivated me. Although numerous women may match Sindy's physical beauty my wife's distinctive qualities, crafted to complement me set her apart.

Ideally I wanted to prepare food for her but like she found her own way to the kitchen she was going to sort her self out. My intention was to be away from her as far as possible and in the morning she leaves hopefully I never see her again. I chose to stay in my bedroom and did not go back. Following a phone call to my wife, I fell asleep and was later roused by a knock on my door. Perhaps Sindy had realised my wife was not going to be in this house tonight. When I went to open the door my mind wasn't clear of what was happening just half asleep. When the devil wants to destroy he sends a stronger temptation. Sindy was very difficult to resist.

"I keep hearing noises Sphe. Is there a ghost in this house?" She said and I wiped my eyes, that was when the reality kicked back in my mind. The first thing I saw in my mind were her breasts, I wanted to touch them so badly but I only could if she allowed me and I wasn't going to make her feel like she had to let me touch them just because she was in my house. That would make me feel horrible about myself.

"Can I please sleep here I'm really scared." I had already shown her that I was weak in front of her she was then taking advantage. Because all I could see in my mind was her breasts I couldn't think of the consequences. The fact that there was no condom, STI's and all the other consequences that comes with unprotected sex. I just told her to suit herself she was only wearing that jersey I had given her. As soon as she touched me when we got to bed I felt my whole body vibrating, she started putting her hands on my I responded and we started kissing. My wife's skin is a little bit dark, Sindy's skin is light this felt like kind of a different meal than the one I was used to but it's all in the mind.

The romance part was very nice the struggle began when I was about to get in. I discovered that she was a virgin, I gently broke her virginity. There was blood on my sheet. Just one round and I slept as if I was dead. When I woke up she wasn't in bed with me, and the sheet that had her blood was gone too.