CHAPTER FOUR: A BRIGHT TURN

A breathtaking scenery of nicely trimmed flower beds and a world class grey gate ushered them right into The Martin's compound. Before them stood a massive piece of fine architecture. A guy in a suit got the door as she alighted. It was somewhat embarrassing as she didn't know how to react. Closing her mouth suddenly turned into an impossibility.  Not even in her most beautiful dreams did  she see something this classic. Fred moved his veiny hands around her waist and the tender touch got her into those actress shoes that fitted on her perfectly. With her chin up and a calm grin on her face Jean walked right into the palatial residence. 

The interior was outstanding. She could swear that there would exist nothing better than what was before her eyes. Fred's mother and big sister were seated in the sitting room, waiting for her. His mother was a fair lady with a thick curved shape, she smiled warmly. On the other hand, Fred's sister was tall and skinny and must have possessed a great taste for fashion considering her elegant look. She also had a serious  face and one could assume that she didn't like their guest. The father and son together with Jean made themselves comfortable. A little chit chat over a glass of wine commenced. Surprisingly ,Winnie, Fred's sister, was so nice and welcoming that she even offered to give Jean a tour around the house. 

The grand mansion's intricate interior  included elegant chandeliers and ornate furnishings which exuded an air of sophistication. Every house accessory fitted excellently in its position. At the backyard was a pool and a shallow  wind hovered majestically over its waters. Only if perfection was a house. They went all the way down to the basement which was more like the family fun house. The two ladies took their time strolling around and Jean got to familiarise with every  wall, except for one room. She didn't question to avoid sounding nosey. 

Winnie then showed Jean to her pink room fitted with all sought of elegant clothes, shoes, bags and a classy dressing table just next to the fluffy  white bed. 

They were now bonding and chatted to get to know each other well. Winnie was a fashion designer, it was obvious at first glance and also a self taught interior designer who worked in her father's company. She also shared that she had quite a passion for mystery and magic, it was in her blood since her mother's lineage practised magic. She also mentioned that her love for magic had caused a rift between her and her mother, Mrs Martin saw it as evil. Jean was also quick to narrate her ordeal which goth the both of them sobbing. An hour and a half had passed, Winnie rose from the bed, her right hand on Jean's thick thigh squeezing it. She felt uneasy and moved a bit. The tall lady then exited. Jean was left questioning if that was just a mare expression  or if it had other queer meaning.

Immediately after, a maid knocks on her door informing her that lunch was ready. It was the family's custom that every major meal of the day is served and taken together . Jean's arrival conceded with Mr Martin's. He chuckled for reasons known to him.

Jean watched as the rest of the family dug in. "Why aren't you eating child? Come on don't be shy," Mr Martin uttered as he gently wiped his lips. "Uhm… I wanted to pray before eating, that's how I always do, only if it's fine..." Jean stummered, doubting her words. A freaky silence. " Oh dear child, you remind me so much of my teenage days, I was just as cultured . Impressive!  Commence the prayers now!" Fred's mother couldn't hide her amazement. One could tell just how pure her heart was from the sweetness that came out of her mouth in every word she uttered and she seemed to have liked Jean already . 

Mr Martin removed his hut and bowed in respect of the above authority. Winnie stared at Jean blunkly with a somewhat frown on her face. Perhaps she felt like Jean was able to lighten a spark in her mother's heart in just a matter of hours yet all her life Winnie had never been able to even make her smile. The relationship between Fred and his mother was however as solid as a  diamond crystal. It was quite obvious. As they dined she even fed him with a warm motherly affection. 

Mr Martin knew how Winnie felt. The poor lady shrunk down on her seat. He picked a piece of chicken from his plate and offered it to her with a nod. He needed to reassure his love for his daughter. All this, Jean observed quietly from her seat. 

Thoughts streamed in. Only if God had given her an opportunity to have her parents alive to this day, it wouldn't have felt like a miracle to dine as a family. It ought to be her right not a privilege, so she thought. 

Jean walked towards her room holding her puffed up belly. It had been ages since she last had a tantalising meal. At her door stood the man behind her new found peace. She smiled on seeing him. A certain cycle of emotions that get her desperate for a touch engulfed her curvy body. She wanted to run and kiss his lips so bad. Was she in love or is it just a desire for the unknown?

Fred stood still. His eyes cascading through the terraced creation before him. From the sparkling big dark eyes which reflected the bright soul within, to the well curved nose just above a pink entrance to a pot of treasure.A firm bump of tender meat arose below her tall seductive neck, on her chest. It got him hungry for a hug. Given a chance, he would squeeze his broad chest so tightly against her's.

The two had been standing a step from each other lost in desire. Mr Martin's voice is heard from far calling for Fred. He was about to tap on Jean's back as he dashed out when his hands accidentally slid down to her fat ass. Accidentally is certainly a sugar-coat of what is to be left unsaid. Jean smiled as she entered her room and picked her phone.

Leaning on a feeble metallic bag hanger with her fingers crossed and eyes fringed, she opened her Instagram account. The greatest shock of her life must have been preparing for this day since her birth for it tossed her like a tornado. Neither she nor anyone else could explain the thunderous fall that got Mrs Martin running to her aid. She found her helplessly on the floor with bags all over the place. Without a word, she gently got her to the bed. Was she hurt? She couldn't tell either. Her video had gone viral and gained her more than two hundred thousand followers. Overwhelmed with emotions, she found herself in the warm affectionate hands of Mrs Martin. 

The news came just in time for Mrs Martin's  restaurant launching. Using Jean's new found fame, she could attract great prospects. That called for a party. 

Later that evening the family gatherd at the restaurant in preparation for its grand opening. They took it upon themselves to oversee the whole decorating process. A photo session followed and Jean posted every update on her socials. After a tremendously tiring turn of events Fred and Jean took an evening stroll. A tensed mix of emotions got the two silently walking down the chilly streets.

" Uhm…about what happened in the afternoon, I didn't mean it I promise, I am sincerely sorry about that," breaking the silence, Fred uttered stummeringly when Jean cut him short. " It is fine, believe me there is nothing to apologise about," she said while blushing away. It was certain that feelings had a root in their current reaction towards each other. 

They walked into a busy street where they bought some ice-cream. Facing the ice-cream shop from the opposite side was a queer dark walled house. Jean felt a strange attraction to the house. It was as if something or someone was calling her from inside. Fred stood right next to Jean but didn't  feel anything just as everyone else passing down the street. Why was it unique to her only? At this point Jean started to have doubts about her relation to magic and power or maybe it was the egg in her possession. She couldn't certainly tell.

Behold the night of the ceremony. Jean's post had captured a large mass, more than expected and as the saying goes, the more the merrier. The family of the hour were all dazzling. Jean was in an elegant sleeved black gown with a silver lining around her neck and waist that matched perfectly with her shoes. Unlike other days where her face looked like a battle field from the spots, today she was blemish less. An incredible work of art had been performed on her face.

 Her date was in a beige suit and a shiny pair of black leather shoes. 

The occasion was graced by respectable entities, big business men and women. There was enough to eat and drink and a set of classic music mix played loudly. Later in the event, Mrs Martin and her husband made a closing speech before leaving the guest to tour around the five star restaurant made with the most updated trends in architecture. 

The party was yet to end when Fred spotted Jean walking out. She felt overwhelmed by the large turn out at the event since she wasn't a social kind of person. Fred, like the gentle man that he was, drove her home.

 Jean had this sudden urge to swim on arrival. She felt too uncomfortable in the gown, perhaps because it was her first time. She let down the fluffy piece of cloth and dived right into the pool. Fred sat some distance  away watching as she seductively moved her body in the water.

 A nasty set of thoughts walked in naked. 

Her silky skin all over his body as the full pink lips made passionate love to his. Her breast smoothly took away every heaviness in his chest and he grabbed onto her fat curved behind. They both started to breathe heavily. He was getting hard already when Jean, who had been observing his face and noted the questionable expressions on it, woke him from his fantasy, " Help!" She splashed the water while screaming. 

Unawarely, he jumped right into the pool in his full gear and held tightly onto her. Jean laughed her soul out. She was only pranking him. The two teased each other and in the process, Fred noted a red patch on her back. She had undoubtedly gotten it from the epic fall on the day of her greatest news. They both got out of the pool and Fred took some olive oil from a kit at the entrance. He took her to her room and laid her on the bed with only her  pants on.

 On seeing her almost naked, he felt like his fantasy  was actualising, Fred lost it. The breaks to every self control in him failed. He was completely distracted. He then placed his strong and large hands on her back and massaged gently. 

The room suddenly became blazing hot. It was no longer in their control. 

 She had heard many magical sticks and the unbelievable things they did but none was half as heavenly as Fred's. Only the bed and the walls which quietly  watched in astonishment  as the two devoted each other's innocence had the full details. 

Jean then stepped out of her room to get some water from the kitchen. Once again, she felt the strange attraction, this time coming from the room Winnie failed to show her on the first day. Her intrusive thoughts got her kneeling on the cold  floor as she peeped through the tiny space between the door and the floor. She could barely see a thing except for a yellow glow, perhaps from a flame. She was trying to lay even lower on the ground so as to get a better view when her feet bumped into something warm.