Romance, love and betrayal: The traitor turns a temptress

Susan would be an obvious choice for any realistic guy in love. It was an altered story for Stephen. He still had a crush on the prodigal. The poignant love relationship with her was still fresh to recall. They were completely inseparable until Brenda went astray in London. Fogs of confusions clouded his mind. The sinister intruder returned a catwalk queen flaunting her natural curves and he was bemused. She was not there when he needed her, Susan was yet he kept hurting Susan’s emotions. He was jobless and it was as if his world was crumbling. The small handouts from his mum’s shop could hardly provide the luxury Brenda wanted. He wished she would understand him. ‘Wait for brighter days to come my angel dear’. He often said to calm her down. ‘Are you referring to sunny days in heaven’? She responded mockingly.

He dreamt of greener times here on earth just like his well-connected pals who drove in Sport Utility Vehicles (SUVs). Devoted chaps who chauffeured their precious ones for shopping binge at the Accra Mall. Brenda often complained anytime they went out in public transport. She fancied being chauffeured by Stephen just like the others. Standing at the wayside in the heat waiting for non-existence transport was something she loathed so much. The lewd jokes from men who kept eyeing her up added to the despair. There was no point in inviting unwelcomed attentions from lecherous blokes. The pressure was too much for Stephen. He succumbed to her idea of leaving the shores of the land for an improve life in England.

Her first few days in England were exciting. They stayed on Skype timelessly and dreamt their lives away. It was her first Valentine’s eve since she went away and they were on Skype until the break of dawn. She was freezing and yearned to be in his arms, she told him. Then she said she had a surprise for him. Just as he was about to ask what it was, she slipped out of her robe and stood bare in front of the webcam. Her scintillating curve was teasing. She wiggled her buxom round hips to an arousing tune from her iPod Touch. The lyrics filled the background. 'Tomorrow is St Valentine's Day’ and I am here all alone, my love not here to attend to my pains’.

He knew the teasing music was for him. Brenda had a way of luring him into her fanciful world. ‘The sweet little thing’ he muttered. ‘I’m here in pains, from the wounds of love, from the wounds of men’. The music continued and he was sad. They spent Val’s eve together in the past. ‘My love is not here to attend to my wounds. He became teary. ‘My wound bleeds, and my pains bleats’. He was tensed emotionally. ‘I missed my love on St Valentine’s day’. He went off line, as he could no longer stand the pains flowing through his heart. Their romance on Skype ceased when Brenda started romping with Paa Joe. Allowing the bug back into his life would be abysmal. It could disturb the uneasy truce he had with his angel. Susan brought him joy when the vermin had saucy times at lavish bashes at the O2 Arena (London). Susan was a cherished trinket in high demand but Stephen kept upsetting her emotions. He had ruffled her feelings before Brenda’s arrival and now he was dating her secretly.




There was no tune to mark Brenda’s return. Her friends regarded her as evil and avoided her. ‘She was a home wrecker’. They said, bent on destroying the little joy Stephen had found. They warned Stephen to stay away from her as she pestered him with endless phone calls. She sent a text when Stephen was not picking her calls. ‘I have present for you; could you meet me at the Red Lobsters please? She was so cunning. She knew Stephen would take the bait because it was their favourite restaurant. She lunged into his arms as soon as Stephen approached her at the car park of the restaurant. She rubbed her softness into him and kissed him time after time.

Stephen was stunned; London had transformed Brenda into a dazzling splendour. She looked hot at the catwalk in a flowery dress with cool patterns. They stayed late into the night over a bottle of wine. Occasionally she stretched across the table to offer him her glass of wine. Her actions revealed the well carved ridge running through her fleshy bosom. Stephen’s eyes popped out of its socket. At a point, she sat on Stephen laps and rubbed her fluffy body into him. Her exposed woolly thigh glowed ominously through the faintly lit room. Stephen responded to her warmth. ‘Make love to me tonight;’ she whispered to him. He looked at her silky face stunned. ‘Don’t be silly; are you drunk?’ he bellowed at her. He told her to hold herself and he shoved her off. He had an angel waiting for him at home. He could not hurt her by cheating with a temptress. Brenda returned a highflying catwalk queen. She was a temptress so hard to resist. Her host of fashion ranges and love frolics got Stephen’s head razing in the cotton clouds. He still could not make up his mind.

He planned to keep the meeting secret but Susan found out. She read a text message Brenda sent to him when he mistakenly left his mobile phone at her place. She was livid. She had been suspicious of Stephen ever since the temptress arrived in town. His attitude was half-hearted. He started calling her Susan instead of the pet name ‘daisy’ he gave her. She feared for the worst. Stephen succeeded in taming her wandering heart and she had grown to love him. His caresses were balms to her emotions. She felt his hot caress rather recently. She visited him and he asked her to join him in bed. She joined him reluctantly. He unbuttoned her dress and took off her cloths. He drew her closer and caressed her tenderly. Then he lay across her bosom and rubbed his face tenderly on hers. His actions were sizzling. Losing the hunk to Brenda would be hurtful. Nothing about him annoyed her.

The only problem was Stephen struggled to shake off his past. It came back haunting him. He was of dual mind. One of his warped minds danced the foxtrot with death in the form of an old flame. Susan was a bequest from superior realms, yet he failed to honour her. It was the end of the road for Susan. She was so mystified because Jim was in waiting with his unfettered love. Jim was a next-door chap who stalked her daily with his affections. She avoided him because of her loyalty to Stephen. Jim promised to look after her forever. She wanted him now. Anything that could mend her cracked emotions was welcomed. He asked her for a date the previous night. She met him and he ferried her into the night, away from the diseased world of Stephen and Brenda.

Francis Kwaku Egu, UK
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