EPISODE 2
He took another glassful of the whiskey. He knew he was getting tipsy and should stop but Kayode Johnson just couldn't bring himself to. He had taken Rachel to school that morning and hadn't left the house since then. That night, after Rachel went to bed he stayed awake drinking. He wallowed himself in brooding and thinking. Jacinta Johnson, his wife, was everything a man could ever dream of. Curvy and beautiful, amazing and attentive to her family, awesome cook, she was too perfect. That was why she was taken away. She wasn't meant for this world. After hours of thinking he had resigned himself to fate. Jacinta is gone now, to where he can never reach her and everyone expects him to step up and ensure a good life for Rachel but there was this loneliness. This longing in his heart that he felt. He needed to satisfy himself. He had to stop being this miserable he decided.
He finally downed the whole glass of whisky and looked up at the time. It was 11:30PM. He staggered from the chair he was sitting and walked towards the direction of his bedroom. On his way, he passed by Rachel's room and decided some where in his subconscious to check on her. He staggered toward the bed and noticed that she hadnt used the blanket. He was about to cover her up and paused when he noticed how truly beautiful her legs were. The night gown she was wearing had a low neck cut and he could see the outline of her breasts. He instantly became aroused and suddenly wanted to fill up that space, that loneliness with her.
Innocent Rachel, slept oblivious of the things she was stirring in a man she called her father. He gently touched her face and went against the little voice somewhere in his head that was telling him to stop but then he continued because he felt that space in his heart finally filling up as he touched her. He rubbed her neck down to her chest. The skin felt so smooth and soft just like Jacinta's. He felt at ease as he caressed her. Just as if his Jacinta had come back to him.
Written by :
Witty. writer
© PURPLE WRITERS
He took another glassful of the whiskey. He knew he was getting tipsy and should stop but Kayode Johnson just couldn't bring himself to. He had taken Rachel to school that morning and hadn't left the house since then. That night, after Rachel went to bed he stayed awake drinking. He wallowed himself in brooding and thinking. Jacinta Johnson, his wife, was everything a man could ever dream of. Curvy and beautiful, amazing and attentive to her family, awesome cook, she was too perfect. That was why she was taken away. She wasn't meant for this world. After hours of thinking he had resigned himself to fate. Jacinta is gone now, to where he can never reach her and everyone expects him to step up and ensure a good life for Rachel but there was this loneliness. This longing in his heart that he felt. He needed to satisfy himself. He had to stop being this miserable he decided.
He finally downed the whole glass of whisky and looked up at the time. It was 11:30PM. He staggered from the chair he was sitting and walked towards the direction of his bedroom. On his way, he passed by Rachel's room and decided some where in his subconscious to check on her. He staggered toward the bed and noticed that she hadnt used the blanket. He was about to cover her up and paused when he noticed how truly beautiful her legs were. The night gown she was wearing had a low neck cut and he could see the outline of her breasts. He instantly became aroused and suddenly wanted to fill up that space, that loneliness with her.
Innocent Rachel, slept oblivious of the things she was stirring in a man she called her father. He gently touched her face and went against the little voice somewhere in his head that was telling him to stop but then he continued because he felt that space in his heart finally filling up as he touched her. He rubbed her neck down to her chest. The skin felt so smooth and soft just like Jacinta's. He felt at ease as he caressed her. Just as if his Jacinta had come back to him.
Written by :
Witty. writer
© PURPLE WRITERS
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