Sleeping With The Enemy (5 page)

He returned to
his chair, his eyes still stealing glances at the portrait on the wall. ‘Is she
good…at what she does?’

‘Actually, so
good she wakes up after 10 daily and can be absent from her workplace for a
week and still money rolls in.’

‘You sound fond
of her,’ he said, gazing into her eyes.

‘I am,’ she
confessed. ‘She’s the only family I have.’

He resumed eating
his food. ‘This food is without doubt the best I’ve had since Ma – bless her
soul – went to heaven.’

She stared at
him and gave him one of those killer smiles of hers. ‘He’s comparing me to his
Mama. What am I supposed to make of that?’

He got up, went
round the table to her, leaned down and kissed her neck. ‘It means my soul is
feeling your flow; and I really, truly, honestly pray that it will only grow.’

She put down her
fork and knife. ‘I cannot say something to match that.’

‘Get up,’ he
ordered in a gentle voice.

She complied.
They stood toe to toe, staring into each other’s eyes. Time seemed to stop
moving. It was a wonderful moment for both of them.

He raised his hand
and traced a finger along her left cheek with his left hand. Then affectionately
he stroked her jet-black hair. ‘I’m looking into your eyes trying to see the
future, and I like what I see.’

He kissed her.
‘I would like to go places with you, but right now…right now I want to make you
fly high.’

She was wearing a
black skirt suit with black stockings tucked underneath the miniskirt. He inserted
his hands now into her blouse and brought out her breasts. He kissed her, and
her hands hurriedly fumbled with the buckle of his belt. She quickly unzipped
his fly and brought out his cock.

His hands were also
busy, pushing up her miniskirt and caressing her buttocks. He inserted a hand
under her red thong and stroked her in between her buttocks. She moaned and
kissed him more passionately. She moved back, pulling him with her impatiently,
and sat upon the table. He inserted his left hand between her legs as she frantically
unbuttoned his shirt. His hand found her vagina and went inside…

‘Oh God!’ she
groaned with raw animal lust and fell against his strong frame.

He scooped her
up in his arms and went with her to the bedroom.

They had quick and
violent sex, pushing in…pulling out…in a frenzy of passion and ecstasy so
intense they both thought they would die and not wake up after this. It was
such a mutually wonderful feeling…being on top of the world and not giving a care
about tomorrow…

He woke up in the
middle of the night and found himself erect. He shook her awake and went down
her body. He covered her vagina with his mouth and stroked it with his lips and
tongue, seeking out her clitoris with his tongue and stroking it vigorously.
She became fully awake, and dug her fingers into his hair as the excitement
coursed throughout her body. He took her clitoris in between his lips and
sucked hard on her. She went mad, writhing her legs and shrieking excitedly.

He slid off the
bed and stood beside it. He pulled her towards the edge of the bed to him and
opened her legs wide. He held her left leg upright as he inserted his erection
into her. She screamed in delight as he began to make quick thrusts inside her.
He dropped his head to her chest and stroked her breasts with his mouth as he
slammed himself into her. He drove his penis deep into her and groaned as the
pleasure of their mutual passion swept away his sanity. She lifted her ass off
the bed and sought to swallow him into her a little more…a little deeper… ‘God!
Oh Jesus Almighty Christ!’

He dropped her
leg and slapped shut her thighs, making her lie on her right side. Then he
entered her sideways, pushing her knees to her chest and opening up her ass for
the taking. He stroked the crack of her ass until his finger found the tight
ring of her anus. He stroked it in circles as he continued digging into her vagina
with his shaft. Gently he inserted his thumb into her anus and she let out a
loud scream that sent his lust shooting to the roof. He slammed harder and faster
against her buttocks, seeking for glory inside her vagina.

He dropped down
on the bed and lay behind her. He stroked her breasts as he entered her from
behind in their spoons positions. He rammed himself into her for a while before
pulling her to her knees and bringing her down onto his shaft. With her back to
him, she began to dance up and down on him, taking his whole length inside her
pussy and slapping her ass against his taut thighs. He grabbed her waist and
worked her up and down on him. Then he pushed her forward and pushed her chest
down on the bed. She jutted her ass back and high in the air, ready for his
rod. He stroked her buttocks with his hands lustfully and parted them as he
drove his rigid erection forward into her. He went inside her flooding canal and
the madness of ecstasy seized him once more.

‘Oh Lord Jesus!’
she gasped as his rod filled her.

He jammed into
her.

‘Oh fuck!’ she
yelled.

He drew back and
drove back inside her.

‘Oh shit!’

He dropped his
head onto her chest and encircled his hands around her chest, his hands finding
her breasts and squeezing them as he rammed his pelvis against her ass. After a
while he released the hold of his hands on her breasts and straightened up. He
stared down at her gaping asshole and inserted his thumb into it as he made
slow deliberate thrusts with his penis inside her pussy. She called the Lord’s
name again and closed her eyes as she felt heaven come over her.

He got off the
bed once more and pulled her to him. On her back on the bed, he held her legs
by the ankles and pasted her legs straight along the front of his body. He
sliced into her closed thighs and found the flooding heat of her hole. He drove
into her and sent her climbing the walls for a long while, before dropping her
legs onto her chest and coming on top of her. She dug her knees into his underarms
as he grabbed her buttocks from under him and pressed them tight against his
pelvis as he made slow and gentle thrusts inside her. His mouth found hers and
they kissed hotly. An overpowering wave of pleasure swept her and took her to
the oceans. She erupted in a noisy orgasm and opened her mouth wide but nothing
came out. Her voice had dried.

He felt the new
wetness brought by her orgasm and drove himself deeper and faster into her. He
pulled out of her and enjoyed himself watching her dancing her buttocks in the air
alone as another wave of orgasm seized her. He knelt down on the bed and sat on
his heels as he pulled her to sit on his lap, facing him. She clung to his
shoulders for support and danced her pelvis to and fro as she rode him. He caressed
her soft neck with his lips and stroked her breasts with his hands. She slammed
herself faster against him and suddenly her dancing slowed down and she shook
violently and held his body in a tight embrace. Then she became still,
entranced by the rigors of orgasm.

After a moment
she opened her eyes. He kissed her, stroking her taut nipples. He looked into
her beautiful eyes and smiled affectionately at her. ‘You’re beautiful.’

She just smiled.

‘I love these,’
he said, squeezing her breasts.

‘Please don’t
give them a name.’

He laughed. ‘I
promise I won’t.’

Twelve

He woke up with
a startle. He was in unfamiliar surroundings. He looked round him and it came
to him that he was in her apartment at the Lombardy Heights. He stared at the
ceiling and his eyes met the quotation written there:

At the end of
each day, ask yourself what you’ve done to make you proud.

Her shadow came
over him and she leaned down and kissed him. ‘Good morning.’

‘Where am I?’

‘In heaven,’ she
said with a happy smile.

‘What’s that?’
he asked, shifting his gaze to the quotation written on the ceiling.

She smiled
happily. ‘It motivates me to get up in the morning.’

He smiled back at
her, and noticed that she was dressed for the day. He sat up. ‘Where’re you
going?’

‘Before I go to
the office I have to donate two hours of my time to the children at the
Lyndhurst Orphanage.’

‘I want to go
with you.’

‘No, you don’t.
If you go with me you’ll like being there just because I’m there and you want
to please me—.’

‘I won’t—.’

‘Sh…’ she
hushed. ‘You have to go alone first. When you’re there, you have to do an
honest introspective search into your soul. When that’s done, the question of
whether you like being there or not will be answered.’

Silently, he
stared at her. She picked up her laptop. ‘There’s food in the fridge…’

‘Thanks.’

‘See you later.’

‘Bye.’

She disappeared
from sight.

* *
* * *

The Lyndhurst
Orphanage was situated in in the Bronx, close to the New York Botanical Garden.
It was built in an old style, an imposing structure of brick and mortar with
pristine lawns and flower gardens. Rosina drove through the big gates and flashed
a smile at the guards. Wearing a long black coat over red pants and a black
blouse, she went inside and found her class ready for her.

‘Hello,
children.’

‘Good morning,
Miss Ameliano,’ they replied in chorus.

‘Have you been
good children lately?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

‘Alright. Today
we are continuing with the reading of our book, but before we do that, I need
to know a few things from you.’

She looked around
the class. ‘What is the name of the book we are reading?’

The kids lifted
up their hands.

‘Yes, Robin.’

‘The Count of
Monte Cristo.’

‘Excellent. Stanley,
who wrote that book?’

‘Alexandre Dumas.’

‘Good. Who can
tell me what has happened in the story so far?’

‘Yes, Damien?’

The boy stood up
to give his response…

* *
* * *

Ferdinando
checked the bedside clock. It was 8.17.

He threw away
the sheets and switched on the small hi-fi on the bedside table. Justin Timberlake’s
Mirrors
filled the room. He made the bed and left the room. He went to
the living room and was disappointed by the sight that met him. While it was
decorated in a modern, beautiful style, the room looked like it hadn’t been cleaned
in a thousand years. He searched around the apartment until he found a small vacuum
cleaner hidden under the kitchen sink and went about tidying things up in the
living room. He even changed the set-up of the furniture in the living room.

That done, he
went to the kitchen and washed the dishes before going to the bathroom adjacent
to Rosina’s bedroom to take a shower. After taking a shower he opened the
bathroom closet and saw an aftershave labeled in her handwriting:

A gift from
me to you.

It made him
smile. He sprayed himself with the aftershave and then got dressed before going
to the kitchen to find something to eat. After a light breakfast of cornflakes
in milk, he grabbed an apple from the fridge and ate it as he examined her small
collection of books in the living room. He selected
Great Expectations
and sat down on a couch to read it.

Unable to get
her out of his mind, he pulled his phone from his pocket and called her.

She answered on
the second ring. ‘You smell nice.’

‘How did you
know?’

‘Intuition.’

He let out a
short laugh. ‘I missed you.’

‘Since when?’

‘The last time I
saw you.’

‘I was with you
only this morning.’

‘My point exactly.’

She laughed. Her
laughter sounded so beautiful to his ears it melted his heart. Reluctantly, he
ended the call, but thought of dialing her back again as soon as he ended the call.

‘Get a grip on
yourself, ol’ boy,’ he said aloud, checking the time on the wall clock.

It was close to
midday.

He left her apartment
and went out onto the streets. He bought a pizza at a takeaway. He saw a
homeless man walking pushing around a trolley full of garbage and went to him.
He tore off the top of the pizza with the logo and gave the pizza to the
homeless man. Then he went into a menswear shop and bought a pair of black pants
and a white shirt.

He went back to
his home and looked in the fridge. He pulled out some chicken thighs and
grilled them. While the chicken was in the grill, he peeled some potatoes and made
chips. He placed the grilled chicken thighs and the potato chips in foil paper
before putting the food in a lunch box. Then he went to his sewing machine and
imitated the pizza company’s logo by sewing it onto the pocket of the white
shirt he had recently bought. Satisfied with his handiwork, he tried the new
clothes on and looked at himself in the mirror.