Stranger in my Bed

Ahneeka stirred in bed as the early morning sunlight seeped into the room from a little opened corner by the window.

Groggy, she felt herself naked and thought perhaps she had come undone while sleeping, but however, her thoughts changed immediately a hand holding her waist tightened it's grip.

She relaxed into the man's embrace thinking Stanley was the one, still feeling dizzy from all the shots she took the other night.

"Don't move. Let's stay this way for a few more hours Nica. This is the first time I'm holding you this close to me"

She heard a deep voice say behind her and immediately got apprehensive.

Vee never called Nica, inshort he had no pet names for her like most romantic couples did. He simply always referred her by her full name; Ahneeka Fallon.

She let herself feel the man's warm body again, immersing herself into his open body and guaging his body through her back.

This definitely wasn't her husband. His shoulders were not this broad and the throbbing member she felt on her ass was way too strong and big to be Stanley's.

"Who are you?" She turned and asked with the tone of her voice laced with alarm, removing his grip on her waist as she caught her breath, feeling a bit somber from her hungover.

Micheal left her turn as she wanted to, and did not resist when she slowly took his fingers off her body, for he too had been curious to know the woman he had bedded the other night. The woman that was able to make him bed her, regarding not, all the self control he had cultivated in more than 15 years of his life.

"Who are you!?" She asked again, but this time around, her tone firmer than how feeble it had been before.

Micheal's stare cut from her messy hair to her face and he had no option than to look at her and at the one last thing he didn't want to get lost in...her hazelnut brown eyes.

A flash of memories that happened the previous day at Stanley's home flooded her mind and she could see through and through immediately that something had happened, and this man right in front of her was no Stanley nor an acquittance of her's.

She dragged a portion of the bed spreads and covered her nakedness with them on discovering how stark naked she was.

"Who the fuck are you!!!!?" She screamed the third time, nor caring if her voice was loud enough to call the attention of other lodgers of the hotel.

The door went open immediately and two men ran inside in glee.

Ahneeka regretted why she had screamed the question the third time and tried to take cover in the back of the man she had a few minutes ago considered an enemy.

Micheal covered himself with the other end of the sheets, leaving his bare chest out.

Struck back by the vision of the woman before him but now hiding her face behind him, and at the same time surprised at the two men that had come inside the room.

He watched one of them take what seemed to be a camera from the side table and he needed no one telling him that whatever he had done with the woman the other night had been a planned deal.

"How did they find out whom he was" he asked himself and what exactly they wanted from him, he couldn't tell.

"Who are you people?" Ahneeka asked from behind him, directing the question at him.

Micheal shaked his head. The woman was a great actress he must admit. Acting all innocent when in real sense she was among the perpetrators of what had happened.

"Ohh Ahneeka , what more shame are you going to bring on our papa's name?? Cheating on your husband? That is so cheap of you" A voice cut through the tension.

Ahneeka's eyes widened as she heard and she could not mistake the voice for anyone else's.

It was her.

" Cassieee!!" She shouted and raised her head from the man's shoulders she had been hiding.

"It's the sole heir now. I'm sure father would be waiting for the surprise I have for him. He'd be so proud of me exposing how you go about denting the family name even as a married woman" she giggled.

" What did you do to me?" Ahneeka couldn't control the way her voice was sounding and she hated as it did.

The men walked out of the room and Cassie giggled as she followed, not offering any answer to her question, her mocking eyes not leaving her sister's as she left.

Micheal couldn't tell the cause of what was happening but he had listened enough to understand a few part of what was unfolding before him. A siblings rivalry, with one sister being a cheating wife while the other worked hard to expose her ills.

He turned to face the cheating wife that was with him, and he had bedded.

He desperately wanted to see her face now and to look at her with such contempt she wouldn't be able to forget for making him bed her unknowingly.

He was a man of morals, and bedding another man's wife was one thing he had not imagined he'd do in his future, especially not on the night he had broken up with Veronica, the love of his family.... Or so he had thought.

Ahneeka could not contain he breaking soul that was still shattering within her.

What wrong has she done exactly to her sister Cassie for her to do these to her.

She wasn't her biological sister for her to fight over her father's inheritance with. She was just an adopted child and Cassie, the only heir, just what exactly was it she thought she had that she was so bent on destroying.

A tear wanted to fall from her eyes but she contained it still. One of her men was still in the room with her and she could not tell why he had not gone with his master.

Was he waiting to bed her again?

Was the recording of the other drunken night she had shared with him not enough for them yet?

What else was he wanting?

Micheal turned to face her. The anger he felt slowly creeping on his face.

Her head was downwards and he wanted to raise it from her chin. But the buzz that came from his phone immediately jilted him from the act.

He sat still and watched it ring until it ended, and then he turned to face her to raise her face to stare at him, for her to hear a piece of his mind.

But she was already looking at him by the time he turned.

Beholding her face, he was dumbstruck again and couldn't mutter a word.

He eyes spoke words to him. It was as if she were a magician, bewitching him at every instant she got and making him wild over her eyes.

They called him and he couldn't help but stare each time they did.

They sat staring into each other's eyes for what felt like minutes before Micheal finally found his voice and wanted to speak.

To ask her what sort of woman she was and insult her diminished dignity for being reckless and cheating on her husband.

But he couldn't get the words out of his mouth.

No, not that he couldn't. He could thi time around but the words choked at his throat as he wanted to speak them.

For he was taken by surprise when a warm hand landed a slap so perfectly on his left cheek, cupping it as if they were a lovers and at the same time, sending a pain down his skin.

A pain that left him, speechless still.

What manner of woman was she exactly?