Chapter 2

Rachel Colleen walked briskly toward the back of the school. There was no visible human presence there, only peppers, watermelons, eggplants, bay trees, and a few other plants.

"Mr. Ansel Balder," Rachel Colleen called quietly.

She stepped forward, looking for the man who had invited him. "Mr. Ansel Balder," She called again. Suddenly her eyes were covered by a piece of cloth. Rachel Colleen shrieked. In vain, her hands were tied behind her back then pushed against the wall. Kisses were pouring down on her.

"Ansel Balder!" screamed Rachel Colleen.

A man with a posture of 180 cm, muscular results from lifting weights in a private gym fondles her. His hand cupped the chin of the woman in front of him.

"Ansel Balder," the woman called out loudly.

A muffled moan escaped his sensual lips. "Rachel Colleen, I want you!"

There was no sound as warm as a cappuccino in the music room. Now his deep voice was filled with passion. As fierce as a jaguar. Ansel Balder kissed Rachel Colleen on the lips and then looked into the jet black eyes he missed.

"When are you going to change your name to Rachel Balder?"

Rachel Colleen looked away instead. That question again. The answer will always be the same.

"Marry me. Divorce that dying man," ordered Ansel Balder.

"I can't. You know that, Ansel Balder."

"What do you expect from him? I see he's just a nuisance."

Rachel Colleen shook her head. "I swear, Ansel Balder. I have sworn to be faithful in good and bad, rich and poor, healthy and sick before the priest."

Ansel Balder laughed mockingly. "But you've made love to me. What's loyal, Rach? Don't be a hypocrite. We are both satisfying and there's no need to hide from anything. Look at you now, even to get biological needs you have to have a hard stone floor," he said as he pushed aside the leaves. strawberries from Rachel Colleen's hair.

"If I leave Ethan Colleen, who will take care of it?"

"You don't think I have enough money to pay the best doctors and nurses?"

Rachel Colleen was silent. So many memories of them when they were both in college. Memories that unite in the bond of marriage and glue to this moment.

"I'm tired of being second, Rach," insisted Ansel Balder getting impatient. "

Then find another woman." Rachel Colleen was furious.

"You know I can't. You're my first love. I've been waiting for you for ten years."

"Sorry and thanks," Rachel Colleen said. She was wrong for having an affair behind her husband's back, but Ethan Colleen's diabetes killed his passion and manhood. Her husband lost the ability to get an erection.

"Rach!" Ansel Balder called out to the woman who came out of the green house. Drrt... Drrt... Drrtt...

Ansel Balder took his cell phone out of his shirt pocket. "Alisha," said Ansel Balder again with dignity.

"Mr. Balder, Mr. Matthew Tjia has arrived." Ansel Balder frowned.

Ah, he forgot his promise to the owner of the Royal Florida Orange Farm.

"I'll be here in about two hours. Prepare the meeting room."