Chapter 14

Words could not express Buchi's temperament after the encounter with his father — he had been submerged him into an emotional turmoil. How was he supposed to believe that the gentle [sometimes crazy] Jennifer he had known all his life was also some monster capable of taking a human's life? She could never even hurt a fly! How was he expected to believe a serious matter argued without concrete evidence but facts and edgy speculations? He couldn't process such thing, so as usual he surmised it all as bullshit. He was still tryna fix himself up before his telephone rang.

"The Chairman." He answered as soon as he picked the call.

"Sir, the real estate lady wants to meet you. Outside." A voice spoke from the end. Buchi heaved a sigh, uncertain what to do next.

"Tell her I'll be with her shortly." He replied before ending the call. He was more confused now. What was it that Dera wished to discuss with him. Outside? He sighed again, then left his study, praying earnestly, wishing he would make it through the night, being civil. He was in no mood to accept any stupid behavior.

Buchi spotted Dera immediately he exited the house. Fortunately she was the only one outside, aside from the security.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he approached her.

"When were you going to tell me?" Dera snapped at him, catching him by surprise.

"Tell you what?" Buchi asked, trying once more to be polite, but deep down he was losing it.

"Oh now you're playing dumb?" She flared. "Where you going to tell me that you married Jeremy's sister? Or that you two had a son?"

"Dera!" Buchi yelled her name through clenched teeth, as a warning. He had finally lost it. "It seems you've forgotten your place. We're no longer an item, and right now you're prying into my personal life!" He censured her sternly. "So what if I did marry Fab and had a kid with her? What right do you have that I'd have to report the matter to you? You know we would've never been here, I'd have never been a mess, if you didn't bail out on me for a better offer, you vile selfish opportunist!" He accused her.

"Woah! You did not... did you just call me that?" Dera asked, shocked.

"Yes, I did! And I'd do it over again without remorse you sly woman. You think you can show up after all these years and still act like you're still important in my life. Rubbish!"

Present day.

"Please leave, you jerk!" Dera yelled at him with her tiny voice, stifled with threatening wails.

"Dera please wait. I'm truly sorry. In fact I take them back. I apologize for my misdeeds. I had a lot on my plate that night that's why couldn't control myself. It was all just some stupid transfer of agression." Buchi pleaded.

"That's not an excuse. I confided in you but backlashed on me. You called me an opportunist. Clearly something you saw me as — some loose woman, deceiving people to save her father. Isn't that right Mr Chairman?"

"No, of course not! It was just an emotional outburst."

"You can lie to yourself but not to me, Buchi. Nobody forced those words into your mouth. You simply said what you thought about me. Don't deny it."

"Dera I'm sorry" Buchi apologized and hugged Dera impulsively.

"Leave me alone!" Dera warned him, struggling weakly to push him away, but Buchi did not let go. He continued apologizing as he kept her in an embrace till she finally gave up and began to sob. Dera sobbed for quite a great deal of time before she stopped — there were no more tears left to cry. Slowly, she pushed herself away from him, shifting her gaze from his chest to his face. They stared at each other for several long minutes, in awkward silence as if they communicated telepathically. Instinctively, longing, she pulled his head towards her, so they'd kiss. Their lips just a few inches apart, Buchi suddenly backed out, shaking his head in disagreement.

"Sorry we can't do this. It feels like I'm taking advantage of you." He said still shaking his head.

"Yea we shouldn't be doing this. Please leave." Dera said, wiping her tears with the back of her palm.

"No wait!" Buchi said as he grabbed her face gently, staring at her as if he sought permission to do something, then he kissed her. He didn't really know why he did it. Whether it was love or lust, he did not know. He simply felt it and longed for it. Dera kissed him back instinctively, twirling her tongue inside his mouth, entangling it with his own tongue, sucking lightly on his lower lips. Buchi fought to keep up with her tempo, his breathing ragged. The feelings intensified as they kissed wildly and Dera jumped on him acrobatically, wrapping her limbs about him. Buchi supported her weight with one arm as he sought for her room and mysteriously he found it. He laid her gently on the king sized bed as they fumbled with their clothings and in a matter of seconds they had done away it. Buchi took the cue as he kissed her gently trailing kisses on her neck down to her breasts and up again, moaning softly as he brushed his nose against her hair and skin, inhaling her scent.

"You smell nice" he garbled, but Dera was not listening. She was lost in ecstasy. Her heart was beating rapidly pumping adrenaline through her body, even down south. She could feel the hairs at her nape rise involuntarily. She had turned to jelly under his touch but it didn't matter. She was very moist down south and she longed to feel him inside of her. It had been a very long time since she had gotten intimate.

"Please..." she begged impatiently, squirming under Buchi's expertise touch. She could not endure the erotic torture anymore.