Chapter Seventeen

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

EDWARD'S POV

She didn't even console me, I surely made a mistake by falling in love with her. I just couldn't imagine how foolish I must have sounded. She probably passed me for a psychiatric patient.

In my desperation, I had called Dera. Trust me, if I was in my right state of mind, I wouldn't have invited her.

I took a casual look at my elegantly furnished bedroom. My sprawled tie and shoes contrasted with the well-arranged room.

I got up to arrange the room in preparation for Dera's coming, then realized that she had no business in my room. She was to sit in the parlor to offer her words of consolation.

I stood from my bed and headed to the bathroom; Dera needn't see me in my disorganized state.

Just when I had undressed and wrapped my towel around my waist, the doorbell rang, followed by a knock.

Was she here already? How could she be that fast?

I had no choice but to go open the door in my half-nude body.

"Hello Dera," I greeted, taking in her make-up-filled face warily.

She didn't give a reply. She just stood, staring with her mouth wide open

She drooled uncontrollably, taking in my packs and broad chest hungrily.

Petrified, I quickly hurried back to my room, leaving the entrance door open for her to make a choice 

I couldn't allow such dirty thoughts to blur the pain of my mother's death. Her sick face was still embroidered in my mind.

My thoughts wafted back to Dera. She was putting on a skimpy sleeveless gown that made her look like an outright prostitute. I groaned at my disastrous decision and sighed.

A few moments later, I emerged from my room dressed in black polo and trousers.

"Sir, You needed me here?" She adjusted her bodice.

"Was she trying to seduce me?" I pondered, scratching my head in confusion

"Oh! About that, I lost my mom a few hours ago, so I needed someone to talk to," I said, not certain if the sexually aroused environment was suitable for consolation.

"And how may I serve you?" She replied, giving her chest and shoulders a little shake

"Geez no! I said I needed someone to talk to, someone to help me sail through this hard time," I cleared the lusty air.

"Well, then talk to me, I'm all ears. I'm here for you, trust me," she said

There was absolutely nothing to trust about her. I knew her different colors

"Uhmm...okay..... I'm so down and I.."

"Why don't I give your spirit a gentle lift? I can cheer you up. I'm a qualified cheerleader," she said as she stood and made her way to the mini-bar in my sitting room.

I cursed under my breath, as I noticed her heels. Who the fuck wears heels at such a late hour. I checked my watch and shook my head slightly at the racing clock. The time was 10.25 pm, three hours from the time my mom took her last breath.

I watched helplessly as she walked down to the counter, poured wine into two glasses, and walked bossily back to where I sat.

"Here's yours," she dropped it on the table, bending low enough for me to see her breast. I quickly diverted my gaze.

I took the glass of wine on the glass table and gulped it down thirstily.

"So what can I do for you?" She asked

Her question met me unprepared, for my brain was stark blank.

What could she do for me? I realized to my horror that she was nothing but trouble. She had no value to give out.

I cursed my stupidity. What could she possibly do for me?

"I can ...." She trailed off as she bit her lower lip seductively and opened her legs wide for the lusty breeze to pass through.

Junior was kicking furiously, threatening to burst open into the lust-filled air

"What are you doing?" I asked confusedly. The mixture of mourning and lust had shifted my brain to a far corner.

"You mean you don't want to ..." She said, trailing off on the last vocabulary again. The legs were spread even wider, inviting my desperate eyes to take a look.

I was going through a lot, yet all Dera could think of was. Sex? Was that a proper way to console someone?

"Dera! I think that's enough!" I commanded sternly. But Junior and Dera wouldn't listen. The bulge in my trousers was expanding dangerously

"What's enough?" She feigned ignorance

"Whatever you're doing," I said, looking away from the pink panties and unconcealed breast

"And what would that be?" She questioned again while biting her middle finger in addition to the other seductive styles she was displaying.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked weakly. The demon was hitting close to home

"Of course not! I'm just trying to cheer you up," she replied, still maintaining her seductress stance.

"But how? Can this also be counted as a consolation?" I asked, pointing at her open legs and half-open chest.

"As I said earlier, I want to give your spirit a gentle lift," she defended

"I think we've done enough consolation today, please I would like you to take your leave," I commanded

"But what about Junior Mr. Edward?"

"Who's Junior Mr. Edward?" I asked

"The little man in your trouser," she replied, giving out a cunny smile.

I looked down at my trousers and noticed in trepidation that Junior had risen upright. It was pointing directly in the direction Dera was sitting.

"It's nothing. I don't even know what it is," I babbled, not knowing the right words to use for an exoneration.

It had been three years since I last had intercourse.

"No sir. I think you know what it is," she stood up like a lioness ready to devour.

"Please take your leave," I commanded weakly.