Treachery Affair

Three months later…

It’s over three months already, and for these past few months, I’ve been living just fine. My relationship with Jay is moving smoothly and he has given me every reason not to doubt his love for me. We’ve been hanging out and having fun too and I must confess that he’s not as wicked and hard as he appears to be.

Jay has been cool with his work too. I wonder how he manages to maintain his two identities and all these years he has never bee caught, not even for once. He’s sure talented and good at what he does. I mean, to think that the same person police have been looking for, is the same billionaire they know. Thats crazy and cunny.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s a Saturday evening and the weather is cool and soothing. I stand in the balcony of my room and stare up at the stars in the sky. How beautiful they are! A smile lace up my lips as I breath in the soft and gentle air. The gentle breeze blow on my face and sway my hair.

‘Mommy!’ Memories of the first day I was at the Hill’s household flash through my mind and I sigh. The way Nelson jumped on me, the way he was happy like someone that have been separated from his mom for a long time. And when I heard his story, I took pity in him and was ready to make him my son for real. I was ready to give him all the happiness, love and attention that his mom couldn’t live to give him. But then, it hurts to have left him like that. How is he now? Has he been crying?

I bring my phone out of my pocket and unlock it. I click on the photo icon and starts scrolling through the photos of me and Nelson. He look extremely happy in the photo, like he’s with his biological mom, and just this makes me feel so guilty. I have cut off all means of communication that could make Richmond contact me. I’m sure they must’ve been looking for me all these months. Even if I can’t see Richmond, I wish to see Nelson one more time.

“How’re you now, son?” Tears slid down my cheeks as I take the phone close to my lips and kiss it deeply. I’ve missed him so much and that can’t be denied.

“Are you OK?” Jay’s voice asks from him me as his arms wrap around my waist, while nuzzling his face in my neck. I have already turn my phone into sleeping mode.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I force a smile and finally turn around to face him. He kiss my cheeks as soon as I face him and he chuckles softly. Jay has a soft side that can love, I never knew this all these while, until now.

“Mind hanging out with me tonight?” He peck my lips and wrap his hands around my waist, pulling me close to himself.

“Not feeling too good, so I think I’ll stay back at home,” I object and pull away from me. He stares at my face with a worried look on his face.

“Are you sick? Do you need me to take you to the hospital? Come on…” He examines my body worriedly and I smile.

“I’m not sick. Not just in a good mood,” I reply him and he sigh in relief.

For the next seconds, we just stare at each other in silence. I have a lot running through my mind, I have a lot of questions to ask him, I have a lot of request to make, but how do I go about it?

“Speak up,” As if he read my mind, he urge me softly and I sigh.

“What are we?” That’s the question that have been running through my mind for so long. It has been three months we’ve been into this affair already, and I’m still confused about our relationship. I don’t know if I’m just his sex object or someone that’s important in his life. Maybe he just wanna keep me with him to satisfy his sexual urge, I don’t know.

He stares at me for a few minutes. The look on his face explains it all. Even him is not sure of what we are. He doesn’t love me, so I believe that I’m just his sex object.

“Harley…”

“It’s fine,” I slowly unwrap his hands from my waist and move away from him.

“I’ll be going to sleep now. Good night,” I turn around and walk back into my room while he stand rooted to the spot.

As I lay on the bed, seconds slowly tick into minutes. I try not to cry, but I can’t just help the tears that keep sliding down my cheeks willingly. My heart hurts so much, and I’m confused. It hurts, because I’ve started to develop feelings for Jay, but then I think I overrated what we had in the first place. He only wanted me for sex, and nothing more.

For the first time in three months, the thought of Shamir flash through my mind and I toss on the bed. We’ve not been in touch all these time, because Jay made sure that I cut communication with him and sadly, he never came for me. Maybe that’s how much I mean to him.

Staring at the other side of my room with tears that keep flowing down my cheeks, memories of my past came haunting my heart again. Maybe if my parents were to be here, who knows, I wouldn’t have been here in the first place, let alone getting stuck with any man. To the person that took away my whole family, I won’t stop not until I find justice for them. For the blood of my mother, father, sister and best friend, I’ll make sure that I find the person and make him or her pay a hundred folds for his crime, I’ll make sure that he or she feels so much pain before I finally send him or her to the hell they belong. That’s a promise which I will forever keep. Justice for my deceased family… justice for the pain that I went through… justice for the pain I’m passing through now…