𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘡 ꕥ

Four a.m, precisely four hours since I have driven away from Patrice's house. I sat in the cool night air out on the back porch of the house I occupied for the past eight months since moving out of my matrimonial home. I stared out into the semi-darkness that shrouded the quiet night my mind filled with nothing but Patrice.

Her scent, her touch, the feel of her, and the entrancing sounds of her voice as passion engulf her played like seducing sounds emanating from the strings of a slowly strummed harp on my mind.

As I watch as the moon and the stars held on a little longer before dawn broke through and offered a brand new day I was so consumed with my need for Patrice that I felt like I was burning.

I placed the cup I had been nursing for hours with the now cold coffee on the patio table before me.

I needed a drink.

I needed to clear my mind of all the things that evoke a greater desire for Patrice. I rose from the chair in which I sat and walk through the glass sliding door and made my way to the small bar nestled in the back parlor.

I heard my phone which I had placed on the coffee table chime and I make a mental note to check it after I pour an ample amount of Ponche Kuba into an old-fashioned whiskey glass. I down the rich creamy liquid in huge gulps and cursed as it only increase my desire for the woman that rode my thoughts like a raging storm.

"Pussyclaat," I groaned in frustration. "A wah d fuck a gwaan wid mi?"

The question came out in a breathy whisper but it echoed into the quiet room. I sighed and walk to my phone wiping my hand across my mouth to rid the Ponche Kuba from my lips but instead I could have sworn I smelt the musky scent of Patrice on my fingers.

I gave a self-derisive laugh and shake my head as if trying to dislodge the woman that was permanently lodged there. I had to get a hold of myself.

I was a grown man not some charmed teenager on his first wave of attraction, yet here I was drowning in a need I never felt before.

What was it about this one woman that held me trapped? I did not allow myself to find answers because I told myself after Zindi I would never let another woman close to my heart again.

All I needed was the physicality of relationships as well as a guarantee I gave them the requirements that came with the comfort and convenience of an affair.

I told myself this but deep down I wanted more, so much more... with Patrice.

I unlock my phone and scrolled through the notifications. A few missed calls, a bunch of WhatsApp messages, and Facebook and Instagram notifications but nothing grabbed my attention as the one that notified me of a message on messenger from 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞✵𝕻𝖆𝔱𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊.

It had come in a few hours after I had reached out to her in the late afternoon and before Nicole had called me telling me about picking up her friend to take her to a party I too will be attending. What a sweet treat to know that friend had turned out to be Patrice.

I had after Nicole's call busied myself with finalizing a few businesses and personal matters that I had not paid any attention to the notifications that signaled from my phone with various buzzes and chimes, my only intention was to ensure I made it possible to be with Patrice tonight.

If only Nicole knew how much I was crushing on her friend and how she had unwittingly provided me with a much-needed opportunity to be with her friend that was out of the confines of phone conversations she would have kept me at bay.

I hurriedly click on the message. My eyes devour the word as I read it. It was only one word but to me, it was like an epistle.

𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞✵𝕻𝖆𝔱𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊.
"Hey."

Nothing more nothing less. Yet it was like she had written a sonnet.

Patrice has never in the months of my befriending her on Facebook reached out to me without my doing so first. She answered my messages and we converse but not even in the latter part when our conversation and actions got intimate never had she sought me out first.

I shook my head and try to calm my racing heart. Funny to think that am thirty-four and acting like a lovesick teenager flying on the high of full-blown infatuation. I was very much floating on cloud nine at seeing her message and I loved the feel of it.

I wanted so much for a change in our communication, I wanted so much for a door to open that would make for new prospects and it seems now that it was forthcoming.

Could my desires be fulfilled after all?

I took a calming breath to control my raging emotions that were once again on a pummeling course to renewed needs that stir my loins in ways that were easy to ignite as my encounter with Patrice earlier in my car was fresh on my mind.

I knew Patrice was not the type of woman to play games. She was reserved and very much keen on trodding safe. She gave just the right amount, nothing in excessiveness. She held herself closed off giving you enough space to slip through, but even then you were never all the way in.

I open Facebook and scroll through her page thinking how much she fascinated me with her sweet smile, mesmerizing eyes, and beguiling aura. From the first post that Nicole made of them, I was totally under her spell.

I devoted myself to staring at picture after picture that depicted various aspects of her life. There were photos of her and Petrice, her daughter and niece, and quite a variety of her at various outings. I paused at a photo of her in a pink tie front mid-rift shirt and booty shorts.

I smiled and I stared at her playful pose. The way it showed up her buff caused the desire I had for her to fill my loin with a throbbing that had me bulging uncomfortably in my boxers.

What had Nikki said?

She wudda mek dem charge mi fi a travel wid two a front.

I took in her flawless beauty. The mixture of innocence and daring diversity that engulf her attire showed she was not afraid to be dangerous but Patrice had her boundaries. She has also encased herself inside a tight lid but I was determined to break it open and get her out. I knew she had that wild side of her that was waiting to be stroked so that her fire could ignite and blaze.

I got a taste of the wild side earlier tonight and in our few sexual escapades, I knew she was capable of so much more. I wanted her to give in to me with no inhibition, fear, or doubts.

How could I get her to allow herself the freedom she shows when on the phone? How can I get that potent tangible reality?

I needed more than a taste. I needed to have my reality broken from the depth of fantasies that rage through my mind. At the mere thought of her, I am filled with a longing that pulls me with such intensity it has me on the brink of insanity.

Earlier tonight when I had her in my arms I knew I wanted her there for more than just that moment. Yet my wants were just figments of a dream lost to me because I had to wake up.

I needed to find a way to break the barrier that prevents me from reaching her. That blinded her to my true desires.

Should I get Nicole to put in a good word for me?

Damn! when have I become so pathetic?

The answer to that was clear. It was the minute I laid eyes on her just like how I was now sitting here staring at her. I drank her in before I close my eyes and lean back in the chair. My mind visualizes her here with me nestled on my lap as I hold her close basking in her scent and encasing myself in the tranquillity that being with her brings to me.

I needed Patrice, and wherever there is a will there is a way.

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