My Daughter My Wife Episode 16
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🧔 My Daughter My Wife Episode Sixteen: 👫
🧡 ANDREW’S POV 🧡
I’ve been having troubles keeping myself under control, for some days now because of Miss Sola was becoming too close for comfort.
She has been distracting me so much without knowing it and without warning, I was getting drawn to hwr.
The other day, I was on a video call with Chuks talking about my wife when she knocked and entered my room with her laptop, almost without a top.
Yes! Her upper part was covered with just a small top ladies call crop top, and I was having a hard time talking with my friend, I had to abruptly end the call.
“I’m sorry Mr. Andy, I didn’t know you were on a phone call” she had told me, and walked closer to take a seat besides me.
“It’s okay. Is there something I can help you with?” I asked her, trying to look away from her as I spoke.
“Yes, it’s about the template you sent me earlier. I replied that email asking for directions on what to do because the presentation is tomorrow, but you didn’t respond” she told me, and it dawned on me that she may have actually been trying to get a hold of me, while I was trying to reach Madonna.
I apologized for not replying her mail, explaining that I was actually trying to call my wife.
Then I took a look at her laptop and noticed I had sent her a wrong template and had to search for the right template for her.
Some one hour thirty minutes after, Miss Sola was leaving my room happily, after having me practically create all the slides of her presentation myself.
She gave me a full hug, making her soft sister massage my chest for a few seconds before she walked out of the room.
I stood there looking at her, and imagining how those soft sisters of hers would feel on my bare chest, and my mind went to my wife immediately.
“Why the hell can’t this girl just take pity of me and activate that phone, at least until I return?” I though unhappily, pacing to and fro in my room.
The following day, Miss Sola and I along with other members of our team, went for the negotiation with our business partner, and just as we had hoped, we had a very successful outing.
“Oh this calls for celebration! I owe this success to you Mr. Andy, and I must give you a thank you treat” she told me and my heart almost escaped the ribcage with the way it shook.
“What did she mean by a thank you treat? Why was she trying to get closer while I tried to run farther away?” I thought miserably.
She was keeping me confused with the way she related with me because from beginning, I knew Miss Sola as someone who was a no nònsense lady that never had time for the numerous guys in our organization always clamouring for her attention.
She was quite a young lady, beautiful in her own light, but never associated or mingled like every other lady in the organization.
So when she began to get close, acting so freely around me, I thought she was interested in me, and it made me try to stay far from her because I didn’t want anything that would give me or my wife tròubles.
She was giving me a hëll of confusion because one minute I’ll be so sure she wanted me to get involved with her and in the next minute, she was showing the boundaries between us
“You look unhappy Mr. Andy. You can relax, it’s just a harmless treat. I know you’re a disciplined and responsible man, who has no interest in anyone but his wife.
“I have been observing you and the other guys, and I know that I don’t need to be so cautious around you because I have witnessed the show of love between you and your wife, and your wife, and I can tell that you’re deeply in love with your wife.
“So in appreciation for what you have done, and how you have helped me deliver my own part of the deal, I’m going to buy you dinner tonight,and you’re not allowed to say no!” she had told me, chatting so freely like someone talking with her age long friend.
I saw the sincerity in her eyes, and understood that indeed, she wasn’t interested in any form of intimacy with me, and felt bad. I was supposed to be happy that she wasn’t interested in me, but a part of me felt bad because I was unconsciously getting so drawn to her that my subconsciousness wished she liked me.
So yesterday after lunch, she came to my room to ask when I’d like to go out on the dinner date, and we agreed on time and venue.
She was still saying something when my phone began to ring, and I told her to give me a minute.
I took the call and it turned out to be Madonna giving me a video call with Chuks’ phone.
She began to complain about being abandoned and how she wasn’t happy about being lonely, and before I knew it, my crãzy wife had pulled out her bōõbs from her blouse, turning me on with the cråzy things she was doing.
I rushed into the bathroom while she continued telling me how wēt she had become and how she wished I was there to make wild love to her.
“Wait Madonna, is that not the interiors of my friend’s car? Where is he?” I had asked as it occurred to me that Chuks may be sitting besides her while she showed me everything.
My fast beating heart relaxed when she told me she was alone inside he car because Chuks had run away when she started the call.
We had a freàking phone sxx, but when she hung up, I was in a very bad state. For some strange reasons, I hadn’t been able to jerk off, before we lost connection.
I tried to call her again but she wasn’t taking the call. “What could be going on with her?” I imagined as I came out of the bathroom.
Miss Sola was already gone when I came out, and I was thankful for it, or she would have seen me in the sorry state I was in.
Chuks called me about an hour later and told me he had just dropped my wife at home before he went home.
He asked me about my project and wanted to know if I had made my presentation.
“Yes Chuks. My part in the deal is done. The legal team are working on getting a feasible contract and finalizing with the deal. We’re as good as done here” I told him happily.
“Ok man, then I can as well tell you what I have to tell you. I’m finding it difficult breathing anytime I realize I haven’t told you the truth about what transpired between your wife and I, and have you decide what you must do to save yourself from an early grave” he told me, and I nearly had a heart attack.
“Chuks, tell me, did you touch my wife? I’ve been having a bad feeling and I can tell that something is wrong from the way you’re sounding.
“I won’t blame you if you couldn’t control yourself around her, knowing the type of person she is, but I need you to be honest with me.
“Did you or did you not make love to my pregnant wife?” I asked him.
“Well, I didn’t do it! I feel bad though because I was only able to run away from the pit, with some parts of my body almost falling inside before I could snap out of it.
“Your wife tried to seduce me, pulling my hands to her bōõbs when I wasn’t expecting it. Where I got the strength to resist her I can’t tell, but I had to tell her I’d be watching her after she threàtened to do it with someone else since I refused to do it.
“But my friend, I am not going anywhere near your house ever again. I don’t care if she wants to sleep with all the men in your neighbourhood, but I just won’t be the one who escaped the first two temptations and fall for the third” he told me and hung up.
The roof began to spin, my head aching terribly and darkness began to envelope me as I fell on the bed, losing consciousness.
When I came around, my head was on Miss Sola’s thìghs and she was shaking me fearfully, asking me to wake up. When she got into the room and for how long she had been there, I couldn’t tell, but I was grateful she was there with me.
“Oh God, I’m finished! Why Madonna” I kept saying and even though I couldn’t tell Miss Sola what exactly was my problem, she knew something was wrong and stayed with me, talking, encouraging and advising me to pull myself together.
I knew she didn’t need anyone to tell her that I won’t be able to go out again, what I didn’t know was who asked her to order us dinner and champagne.
I ate that night because she kept forcing me to eat, and just like a friend would do, she began to spoon feed me at some point, making me look at her in shock.
With our dinner eaten, she opened the champagne and forced me to make a toast.
“To whatever tomorrow holds!” I said raising my glass and she brought hers closer for a cling.
We kept talking and drinking, and before long, i opened the bottle of whiskey that came along with the hamper she bought.
“That’s too strong for you!” I tried to warn her, but she was trying to show me how tough she was, making me feel ashamed that I couldn’t finish a glass when she swallowed hers with just a frown.
“Oh come off it! We all need at once in a while. Come on, drink up Mr. Andy. It’ll make you forget your worries” she told me, and I found myself swallowing one glass after another.
By the time we finished the bottle of whiskey, I had forgotten about what Chuks had told me, but suddenly remembered that Madonna left me halfway because I was suddenly noticing for the first time that Miss Sola’s bōõbs were big, and wondered how they’d feel in my hands.
TO Be Continued
