Chapter 40
As expected, Patricia left, and I still couldn’t believe she was there. I mean, she didn’t know Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez, so why on earth did she come here!
Mrs. Rodriquez explained she was Richard’s wife and that Richard was Mr. Cooper, their friend’s son.
I was happy that Irene didn’t try to bring her up during dinner, as even though Patricia left, we still had dinner, well, just Irene and I and Mr. Rodriguez and his wife, as Poppy and Michael canceled, which was weird as they were the ones who invited us
After dinner, we said goodbye and left. My mind was on Patricia: I was thinking about her, the way that dress hugged her figure. Gosh, she looked beautiful. Now I wanted her before, but not more than I wanted her now. I was desperate for her.
We were on the road. Irene made advances on me. But I didn’t respond, as even when she took off her panties in the car and put them in my pockets, I just responded with a plain smile, nothing exciting like before. I mean, how can they be anything exciting when Patricia looked that sexy?
I swear if not for the GPS reminding me that we were taking the wrong in
turn, I could have driven us to Patricia’s apartment.
“I can’t wait for us to get home. I’m going to ride you like never before.” Irene said in a teasing tone, but still, it didn’t arouse me.
The rest of the drive went by fast, and before I knew it, I was parking in my garage.
After parking the car. I got out and headed straight in, forgetting to open the door for Jimena, as I only realized when I was inside.
Walking straight to the kitchen, I got a bottle of hard liquor, and after removing the cap, I gulped its contents without using a glass.
I really had to be drunk right now, as I knew Irene would try to have sex, and if I refused, she would realize it was because of Patricia, and I couldn’t imagine what she would do to me. I mean, I wasn’t worried about that, but this would stop her from seeing that therapist, which would delay her recovery, and I didn’t want that.
Like I predicted Irene came into the kitchen, asking for the car keys.
“You forgot to lock the car,” she said, which reminded me that when I got out, I just came straight in without opening her door or locking the car.
Without a word, I placed the keys on the counter, and she took them and then left, she sounded calm, which made me think for a second
“Maybe the therapy is already working” I thought out loud, “She has to keep going there.” I added it before gulping on the whiskey
I couldn’t reject her tonight, and since I didn’t want to feel her, a little bit of alcohol in my system would do the trick.
Irene returned right after I finished the bottle.
“I bet you’re drunk,” she commented as she came to me. I wasn’t drunk; well, I wished I was, as I was still aware of everything. It usually takes at least two bottles to get me down! “Let’s go to bed,” she said, taking my hand. I followed her lead even when deep down I cursed every step I took as I felt like I was betraying Patricia which is weird because when Patricia was my wife, I slept with Irene and never felt
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guilty about it.
Inside our bedroom, Irene pushed me, which landed me on the bed. Before she stripped out of her dress, she was literally naked in front of me, but still, it couldn’t get my dick up.
She crawled on top of me before she started undressing me, starting with my shirt and then running her finger down zip. At first, I held her hand, but when she gave me that look, the one she always made before losing it, I let her, and she unzipped my my chest to my
trousers.
Seeing I wasn’t high, she took me in her mouth. Sure, I reacted but kept going down, and Irene didn’t stop as she kept trying. That’s when I saw she wasn’t going to leave me tonight if I didn’t give her what she wanted
Then I thought of Patricia; it always worked, and it surprisingly did, as imagining her naked body even when I kept seeing the body she had four years ago, I still got high, which made Irene happy, as after kissing my lips, she got on top of me and rode me like it was her last day–well, maybe it was
I don’t know when Irene got done or if I fell asleep through it because, opening my eyes, I was met with bright light, making me realize it was the next morning.
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I went to the bathroom and got cleaned, it took me about thirty minutes to be ready. Walking to the dresser, I exiting the roUNITY.
From the stairs I could smell corpsakes, now I knew Irene didn’t know how to bake, so I was a little confused.
“Good morning, hambone,” she greeted from the kitchen, beakfast is ready” She said with a smile on her face, I was really scared to rat bet food because the frene 1 kiten could have bonight up Patricia. There was no way she didn’t notice the way I looked at her, soc
u wasit safe.
The to her that I was getting late for work, and she dish‘ aigste, just reminded me to come for dinner, saying she had a surprise for me
Relieved, I left the house, and since Noah was waiting outside, I asked him if he had it. Telling me he did, I asked him to sit in the backseat as I drove to Michael’s apartment.
I didn’t go in as I knew Poppy would be a problem, so I texted Michael to come outside.
“You are going to ruin my marriage; what is this?” Michael was still in his pajamas, and he sounded annoyed.
“If you want my partnership, then you should work for it.” I said, which made him roll his eyes, “You’re going to call Patricia, you just have to keep her on the line for thirty seconds so Noah can track her location.”
“Noah was at the apartment; she wasn’t there,” I said, and Michael, having no choice, called Patricia, as planned, Noahs got her address, and without a second thought, I drove to the hotel where she was
Now Michael was still in his pajamas, and he kept asking me to stop, but I didn’t have the time, so reaching the hotel, I asked them to remain in the car as I walked in.
Well, I was going to walk up to the receptionist when a boy came up to me. It was almost like a dream as the boy looked exactly like me, and when he hugged my legs, my heart stopped beating.
I was so confused, but I knew it might be a coincidence. I mean, people resembled each other around the globe without any relations, so shaking the thoughts away, I asked the boy where his parents were, and he told me he was looking for his daddy, that he was left with his mommy, who was in their room
Now I wanted to find Patricia, but I couldn’t just leave the boy here, so I offered to take him back to his mommy. He didn’t want to go at first, but when I said I wanted to meet his mommy, he agreed and then led me to a room.
I knocked, and the door opened almost immediately. Now I was going to greet the woman when my jaw dropped as my eyes landed on her
Patricia.
She was the boy’s mother, the boy that looked like me.
The boy who called me his father.
Could it be that!
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