ROSE. (18+)

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Rosemary stood still by the white wooden door, trying not to breathe too hard. The hallway, dimly lit by the recessed light reflecting from the antechamber stood still with her. She could hear the clock ticking in the distance – tick tock, tick tock, reminding her of the twenty minutes she had spent, standing by his door.

She heaved nervously, digging her teeth into her lower lip. This wasn’t her, she never thought it would be, yet, here she stood, in her red one-piece honeymoon nightwear, wanting him.
She slid her fingers down in between her legs, it was still drippy, she frowned as if expecting her folds not to match the craving on her insides. She thought about making a quick about-turn, up the stairs and back to her bedroom but no, not tonight, she was tired of doing herself, it had always helped but then it stopped. He would feel better, she knew he would.

“Oh, God!” She heaved, dropping the back of her head against the white wall behind her. She looked up at the screeded ceiling, letting her eyes wander above aimlessly.
This was hard.

She felt sick to her stomach just standing there, but Rosemary was a lonely woman, she didn’t want to go back to an empty bed, not tonight, not this cold February night.

She turned her head to stare at his white door, she bit her lip again, thinking. What would he say? what would he do? She was almost sure he would not refuse her, she had caught his stare one too many times, hints of desire lingering underneath his honey brown eyes.

This was it!

She curled her brown toes into her white fur slides, bit the tip of her finger and pulled her body away from the wall. It took one step for her to be standing right in front of his door.

Ignoring the ringing in her ears, she gently reached for the doorknob, turning it as quietly as possible. The door pushed open, she peeped, headfirst into the darkroom, before pulling the rest of her body inside.

Quietly, she pressed the door close behind her. She traced the right side of the wall for the switch and flicked it on, Emeka’s eyes twitched but, stayed close.

She tore away from the door and strolled to his bed. He was fast asleep in nothing but gray boxers. His legs spread out on the well made mattress, one stretched out straight and the other folded to his knee. His head rested sideways in the palm of his folded arm. His fair chiseled chest rose and fell with every breath he took.

She stared down at his beautiful body, parting her lips longingly. She felt a prick of guilt, but it was too late, she was here now, there was no going back, not with the way her inner lips continued to pulsate in between her thighs.

Noiselessly, she lowered herself unto the edge of his bed. With an uneasy lump in her throat, shaky fingers and eyes fixed on his face for a reaction, she gently touched his chest.

His closed eyes cramped, she stopped, waited for him to relax back into sleep.

As he did, she moved her fingers further up his chest, Emeka’s body twitched and he jumped out of sleep, defensively seizing her hand, “Rose!” he exclaimed, shifting back into the bed, “What are you doing here?!…”

She stared at him, wide-eyed and embarrassed, glued to her spot. Her eyes dropped down to her palm, still gripped in his hand.

“I’m sorry!” he hastily apologized, instantly letting go of her tender brown hand. He was wide awake now.

She looked back up at him and they stared into each other’s eyes. He had climaxed to the thought of her many times, but never in the past eight Months did he think she would be sitting here, in his bed, beside him.

It slowly hit him, this was his dream coming true, so he relaxed and admired her bare face instead.
She was so beautiful, always have been. Her brown skin glowed under the led light of his room, he liked the way her full dark weave adorned the sides of her oval face, falling over her shoulders and down to her back.

His eyes fell to her full lips, and he swallowed hard. He had always liked how her upper lip maintained a darker shade than her lower pink lip.

His eyes lifted back up to stare into her wide-set eyes. She looked unsure, almost scared. He could see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He gently reached out and took her right hand into his. Her neatly carved brows shot up in relief. He pulled her close, moving backward so that she could climb into the bed with him.

He pulled her on top of him so that her legs were straddling his sides. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pinned her forehead down to his.
Shutting her eyes, she breathed against his face.

Emeka could almost not contain himself, Rosemary was in his room, sitting on top of him, there was no better definition of happiness than this. He rubbed her back against her silky nightdress , and moved his hands around to grope her bell-shaped breasts, she squeezed her closed eyes, moaning softly along with him.

Reaching underneath her bum, he dragged up the sleeveless nightwear, she raised her hands, allowing him to pull it over her head and toss it to the floor.

He leaned backward, just enough to admire her body. “Damn!” he groaned, he could feel himself growing down the side of his leg, dying to break free. “You are still as perfect!” he muttered, almost breathlessly.

She took his face into her hands and lifted it back to her face. With quivering lips, she pressed her mouth down to his, and he hungrily slid his tongue in between her lips.

He rolled her over, dropping her back to the bed.

He knelt in between her parted legs and roamed his eyes all over her admiringly. If this was a dream he thought, may he never wake up.

He eagerly ruffled out of his shorts. Rosemary’s eyes bulged lustfully as he came free before her – heavy and long. She could feel her inner lips quiver, dripping from excitement.

Emeka lowered himself over her, with a steady plunge, he pushed himself deep into her warmness and watched as she gasped, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

“There she is!” Jax called heartily as a yawning Rosemary strolled into their large kitchen. “Come here belle,” He dropped the daily paper he had been reading and stretched both arms towards her.

A surprised Rosemary glanced up at the wall clock before walking into her husband’s embrace. “It’s almost 11 am, when did you get back?” she asked him.

“Thirty minutes ago,” he said, lowering her unto his left lap. She dropped her arms over his shoulders. “The maid said you were sleeping so I decided to let you have your beauty rest”.

“I can’t believe I slept in so late” she yawned, closing a palm over her mouth.

“You must have had a long night..” he remarked, smiling intently at her. Rosemary had never liked his persistent smiles, he called it being polite but she found it rather annoying because she knew how insincere there were, most of the time.

“Good morning Ma” Emeka greeted, setting down two plates of oatmeal and toasted bread before them.

She glanced over at him, without a response.

“So tell me belle” Jax continued, calling her attention back to his strong face. “What kept you up last night? Didn’t you say you were going to bed by 10: pm when I called?….”

They startled, jerking their heads in the direction of clinking glass, shattering to the floor.

“Hey watch it!” Jax scowled at Emeka, who had unintentionally knocked a tumbler to the floor. “These things cost me money! you’re gonna break everything now?!”

“I’m sorry sir” Emeka dropped his head, apologetically.

“You better be!”.

“Why don’t we go upstairs,” Rosemary intervened suggestively, hands smooching his neck in a bid to pacify him. “let’s go talk about your trip…”

“No!” he refused, shoving her off his laps as he rose to his feet. She staggered to the floor. Emeka’s eyes observed helplessly from his hung head. “This good for nothing boy just ruined a beautiful tumbler, that was a gift from the Governor!” He quarreled, snatching his daily paper off the table. “You better clean this up!” he ordered, before marching his tall hefty figure towards the door.

Emeka waited for him to completely step out of the kitchen and shut the door after himself before promptly reaching down to help an upset Rosemary to her feet, but she yanked her arm away from him, pulled herself up and ran up the stairs, to her room.

“Belle!” Jax knocked at Rosemary’s locked door.”Come on belle, you’ve been in there for thirty minutes…”

“Leave me alone!” she called out.

“Belle I said I’m sorry. The maid said you won’t open the door, I’m here now, you’re not going to lock your husband out now would you?” he asked, a calm yet serious tone lacing his voice. “It’s my house belle”.

He listened with a satisfied smirk as she scrambled to her feet and began to advance towards the door.

She unlocked the white wood, pulled it open, and did a quick about-turn back to her bed, leaving him standing in the doorway.

“Oh, com’on belle!” He remarked as he let himself in, and shut the door behind himself.

Rosemary sat in her bed, sulking.

Jax sat down beside her, taking in her angry face and crossed arms. “I’m sorry belle”

“You say that all the time” she stated, careful not to raise her voice, least she upsets him. “You embarrassed me” she mumbled.

“Oh come on! it was just Emeka. You can’t possibly be feeling embarrassed in front of our chef?”

“But you’ve embarrassed me many other times before,” she insisted. “…before the maid, the driver, even the security man”

“Okay,” he raised both hands in surrender. “I’ll tell you what, name anything you want, I’ll buy it” he grinned, convinced that would do it.

She dropped her arms to her thighs exhaustedly. “You don’t get it, Jax!”

He dropped his hands too. “Get what!?” he scoffed, shrugging.

“It’s not always about the money…”

“Of course it is always about the money” he was irritated, he almost could not believe she thought otherwise.

Rosemary shook her head, twisting the corners of her lips. “I want more,” she said, looking down at her hands.

Jax stared at her dropped face, trying his best not to be enraged. He felt insulted hearing her insinuate that he wasn’t giving her enough. He tightened his jaw and slowly, began to count his words, “I have given you everything – new cars, clothes, gadgets, shoes, jewelry, weaves, you have things other wives could only dream of having, what more could you possibly want?”

“Companionship!” she announced, looking up at his face “Sex!! friendship!!! you are hardly here. You come in and go out all of the time, I’m all alone in this big house” she gesticulated with her hands. “I want you” she scoots closer, holding unto his muscular arm planted in the mattress. “I’m horny, I’m lonely” her voice trailed off.

“Are you saying I don’t satisfy you, sexually?” he frowned, barely moving a muscle in his face. Rosemary felt his arm tighten against her palm and she knew she had crossed the line.

She gradually let go of his arm and shifted back into the bed. She dropped her head and sheepishly she said, “No, you do, I’m sorry”.

Jax lifted his lips into a smile. “Good.” He rose to his feet, adjusting the hem of his sleeves. “I’ll be in my room, not that I expect you to bother me, I need to catch some sleep, I have a dinner to attend tonight”

She turned her head to look up at his face. “Can I come with you?” her voice was unsure, pleading.

Jax shook his head, smiling ruefully. “No belle, a wife’s place is in the home” He bent forward and placed a peck on her forehead. “I’ll transfer some money to your account, from my room, the driver can accompany you shopping”

He started to walk towards the door,  stopped and looked over his shoulders at Rosemary who had turned her gaze to the wall. “I didn’t hear a thank you” he indicated.

“Thank you”, she replied, motionless.

He scoffed, nodding, he would let that attitude pass, for today.

He walked out of the room, banging the door loudly after himself.

Emeka was laughing with the other workers, outside on the stairs. They watched in amusement as the security man relayed an incidence of a girl he tried to woo the other day when Emeka’s phone chimed. He reached into his pocket and withdrew his android phone. It was Rosemary.

“Hello Ma,” he said.

“Where are you?”

“I’m downstairs”

“Come up to my room, don’t bother knocking, it’s open”

“Okay Ma,” he said and hung up the phone.

“Guy!” he rose to his feet shaking the security man’s hand, “I dey come. Ei be like say madam wan chop late food”

“No wahala, but guy, that nsala soup still dey?” the security man asked, holding a finger to his chin.

“See your mouth!” the young maid interrupted “upon the plenty soup wey Emeka pack give you yesterday, you still dey ask that question. You no know say you finish am yesterday?”

“Chai Omalicha! Emeka see, the way this my wife dey carry talk to me ehn” he joked, revealing a set of brown teeth.

“Which wife? you fit marry me?”

Emeka laughed, “Guys abeg, make I dey go, Later”

“Guy reason that nsala o, ei bin too make sense”

“No wahala, night don come now, tomorrow” they shook hands and clicked fingers.

“You dey even answer am” the maid hissed.

“See you! you go dey do as if all this love wey I dey show you no dey sweet your body” he laughed, hitting her arm playfully.

“Abeg carry your hand comot my body” she warned the amused security man. “you wey dey toast woman yesterday yesterday like this”

“Ah! na that one dey worry your body so?”…

Their voices faded out as a smiling Emeka walked away from them. He opened the back door, stepped into the large kitchen and made his way into the main house and up the stairs to Rosemary’s room.

He pushed the door open and walked in on Rosemary, standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but matching red lingerie, her hair neatly brushed down to her back. He instantly felt his rod twitch.

“Shut the door” she commanded, yet he found it so sexy.

He turned the key in the doorknob and walked to stand before her. “Rose?…”

“Ssshhh” she hushed, placing a well-pedicured finger to his lips before wrapping her free arm around his neck. “Kiss me” she demanded.

Emeka sighed, defeated.
“This woman, you will be the death of me”

She humorously laughed. He lifted her off the floor, straddling her legs to his sides, their lips met in a sloppy wet kiss. He let himself enjoy it for a few seconds before walking with her to the bed. He placed her on its edge and she dropped her back playfully to the bed, curled her index finger repeatedly, gesturing him closer.

Emeka crawled over her. “I’m gonna do more than just kiss your lips” he stated before taking her parted lips into his.

She flung her arms around his neck, matching the rhythm of his tongue playing against hers. He reached down his hands and tugged her red panties down and off her legs. He crawled to the foot of the bed, planting kisses on her body as he went.

He planted his knees to the tiled floor and pulled her downwards, she giggled.
He lifted her white painted toenails to his mouth and kissed them, one after the other, she smiled down at him, biting her lip. He gently dropped her leg back to the bed and buried his head in between her waiting crotch.

When he flicked his tongue against her, she knew nothing had ever felt better. She groped her left breast and reached her free hand down to his head, rubbing it and nudging him on.

It wasn’t long before she cried out in climax.

Emeka stood to his feet, pulled her back off the bed, she sat upright and watched as he unbuckled his jeans. He let the trouser fall to the floor with a light thud. She reached out her hands and freed his heavy rod from his blue briefs.

She briefly thought about how she hadn’t done this in a long time before tenderly taking him into her mouth, first licking round his cap then down the rest of him.

It was his turn to reach down for her head, he grabbed a fistful of her weave and gently tugged it back and forth, matching her pace.

She rolled up her eyes to look at his groaning face as she drooled up and down his full length, making circular movements with her hands as she went, moaning, enjoying it too.

She did better than she thought she would, for she felt him twitch violently, he pulled himself out of her and let his seed gush out into the palm of his hand.

She was moist, ready for him to take her.

“I need to get rid of this,” a flushed Emeka said.

“Sure, the bathroom is right there” she pointed ahead of her.

She watched him walk away. She climbed back into the bed and got under the sheets.
Emeka soon emerged from the bathroom, picked up his jeans and wore them on.
He climbed into her bed and she snuggled next to him.

He crossed an arm over her, supporting the back of his head with his free hand.
He watched the ceiling and she listened to the beating of his heart, quietly, each of them engrossed in their thoughts.

This was satisfiable silence, it was happiness. They both felt it.

“You should never have broken up with me,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “We always talked about how we would get married, have babies…. you never should have left me Rose”

“I know” she muttered, parched.

“Last night, it took you eight Months, why that long?”

“Because I’m married? cheating isn’t the most natural thing to do you know?”

He let her words sink in for a few minutes.
“Do you love him?”

“I don’t know..” She sighed, shifting away from him. She lay supine, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t feel anymore Emeka, so much has happened, too much..” She shrugged. “I just move through the motions of each day now, most times it feels like I’m not even here, and the world is just, going on without me”

Emeka turned to his side. Propped up on his elbow, he looked down at her teary eyes.

“He doesn’t have a clue” she went on. “He is in his self gratified world and I’m just a passenger, a passenger whose desires don’t count, who’s words don’t matter, not really.” She paused, then continued. “He won’t even let me have a baby, he said his ex-wife already bore him four kids. I used to ask, what about me? shouldn’t I have my kids? but, I stopped asking, a long time ago. I don’t matter, not to him, I don’t. All you’ve witnessed in eight Months is just an iceberg of what the past four years of my life have been like. I’m worn Emeka” She sniffed, wiping her fingers off her cheek.

“Come away with me” he suggested, lightly shaking her shoulder, she glanced at him and scoffed. “I’m serious, run away with me”

“Where would we go,” she asked rhetorically.

“My mum’s house in Lagos. She always liked you”

“It’s different now, I’m a married woman, she wouldn’t want to house me, not like this?”

“She’s my mum, let me worry about that” he was persistent ” I am still in love with you Ross, I never stopped, it’s the only reason I accepted to take this stupid job in the first place”

“I don’t know Emeka, my husband is a politician, he knows people, he would find us. Besides, if I leave, he would stop caring for my family, and you know my parents are old, my dad needs a refill of his drugs every two weeks, then there are my two brothers whom he is funding through school, he practically does everything for my family, this isn’t just about me…”

Emeka heaved, falling back to the bed. “So what now? I’m just gonna be a cook forever? I’m thirty-one Rose, I should be doing other things, making money moves…”

It was her turn to turn sideways and stare down at him, taking in his disappointed face. “But this is a money move, you are paid a hundred thousand every month, that is more than I can say for most chefs ”

“It’s less than what many businessmen make, I could be making much more”

“Yeah” she realized. She leaned down to his chest, cuddling into him. “I’m sorry”

He rubbed her arm, nodding against her hair. He loved her, with all of his heart.

She raised her head to his face and pressed her lips to his, he welcomed her warm breath, ready to make love to her.

They were careful, as much as they could be. Jax’s constant absence provided the freedom they so heartily enjoyed.

They talked, they laughed, they shared, – they would hang out in the kitchen while Emeka did the cooking. Other times, they watched a movie into the late hours of the night while the rest of the house was asleep. He played her favorite Monopoly game with her, held her in his arms and listened to everything she had to say, it was more than she had done with Jax in the four years of their marriage. But if Jax could just become everything she wanted him to be, she would have given up Emeka.

Jax was her husband, the man she took vows with, that meant more to her than all the passion and happiness Emeka brought her, it was more than her love for him. Yet, if she could do it all over again, she would never have gone to that Park that Thursday afternoon and broken up with the one man who had loved her, more than anyone ever did.

She had just come out of the shower when her phone chimed. She walked to her dresser where it had been sitting, rubbed her palm dry against her white towel before picking it up. She smiled as she saw the unread notification from Emeka, they sent each other messages all of the time, messages that made her grin from ear to ear. Envisaging this to be another exciting text, she moved and sat in her bed before opening it.

It was a link, to xvidoes, a website they had both visited and picked up new angles for their sexcapades. She chuckled and muttered a “Perv” as she clicked the link.

She was redirected to the website and waited keenly as the video buffered.

Her eyes widened at once when the video began to play. She gasped, hand flying to her mouth as she watched herself and Emeka, replaying before her very eyes.

Her fingers began to tremble, her heart pounded, why? she thought. She couldn’t watch anymore, she let the phone slip off her trembling fingers and she dropped to the floor beside it. She pressed a palm to her hurting chest, gasping for air.

It didn’t make sense, why would Emeka do this to her, she wondered, confused by the senseless act.

Enraged, she hastily wore a t-shirt and pulled a jegging up her waist, she snatched her phone from the floor and dashed out of the room, stomping down the stairs to Emeka’s room.

She angrily shoved his door open, her phone dropped to the floor as her eyes fell on Jax, sitting with arms stretched out in Emeka’s sofa.

A pained Emeka stood with his arms tied behind his back, one of Jax’s thug’s firmly rooted behind him.

Jax smirked up at her. “It’s about time belle”

She darted her eyes confusingly between the three men, speechless! Her eyes settled on Jax and the AC adapter dangling between his fingers.

“You see belle,” he started to say, rising from the couch. He paced the floor, holding his hands behind his back. “I loved my first wife, she gave me four kids ” he paused and held out four fingers to Rosemary before continuing. “I wanted only three but, she gave me four. You know why I divorced her?”

Rosemary couldn’t unplug herself from the doorway, her eyes moped at Emeka’s tensed face.

Jax stopped in front of her and Rosemary shuddered at the deep frown that creased his forehead, she could see his teeth pulsing through his jaw.

“N-No” she stuttered, shaking her head. “I don’t know”

He lifted his lips back into a smile. “She used a dildo, in my house, under my roof, what an insult! Don’t you think?” he muttered, squinting his eyes at a shrinking Rosemary.
“But you my dear, you…” He shook his finger at her face. “ took it to a whole other level belle” he gesticulated before shoving his hand back behind him.

He held her terrified gaze with a self-satisfied smile. “You see this adapter right here?” he pulled out his left hand that had the device and held it to her face “It’s a spy camera belle”

She gasped in disbelief and he watched every emotion in her face with a calm smirk. “It has a hidden camera right there, see?” he pointed at the base of the adapter. “I’m able to watch you and your boyfriend over there from my phone. I did save your little videos and, ” he shrugged “shared them online since you want to be a whore”

Rosemary slowly shook her head, rubbing her palms together pleadingly. “I’m so sorry” she lied.

Jax hummed, smiling in acknowledgment “I’m sure you are.” He held up his right hand and rubbed her cheek.

“I’m sorry” she repeated, withdrawing into the wall.

“I know belle, I know” he muttered, smiling.
He moved away from her, held out his hand to the thug who placed a pistol in his palm.

Rosemary’s hands flew to her head ” No!” she cried, falling to her knees.

“Oh belle, this isn’t for you? I love you too much”

Emeka’s jaw tightened, his palms sweating instantly. He tried effortlessly to wriggle his wrists out of the ropes holding him captive.

Jax lifted a shuddering Rosemary off the floor, guided her to stand in front of Emeka and placed the gun between her palms, he stepped behind her and guided her fingers over the trigger, then retracted to the side, holding his hands together in his front. The thug left Emeka’s back and joined Jax.

“He has to go belle. Just pull that trigger and me and you can be one happy family again” he smirked.

He meant it, she knew he did. Her eyes settled on Emeka’s depressed face, he held her terrified gaze, a deep sadness clouding his gazing eyes.

Rosemary’s lips quivered, warm tears streamed down her face, her hands shook unsteadily.

“Now belle,” Jax ordered, his voice calm, yet commanding.

She instantly whirled her arms around and pressed the trigger at Jax, shutting her eyes.

Click! The empty gun went.

Emeka heaved in despair. Her eyes popped open, she repeatedly clicked the trigger, desperate for a shot.

Jax tutted, shaking his head. “I was hoping you won’t do that belle.”

He strolled and received the empty gun from a horrified and shaking Rosemary.

He withdrew a bullet from his pocket and loaded it into the top of the gun’s magazine. “..Now I’m really upset” he continued, clicking the magazine into place. “Why do you like to make me upset belle? You want to kill me after all I’ve done for you? for your family? because of him? Oh, belle! you hurt me….” he wasn’t smiling this time.

Emeka sprung forward, dashing for the open door, the thug made to run after him but Jax moved swiftly, cutting in front of the thug, he quickly pulled the pistol’s slide and fired just as Emeka was stepping a foot outside the door.

The bullet shot into Emeka’s back and he fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Rosemary let out a terrified shriek, running to his fallen body. The thug pulled her back, struggling to hold a wailing Rosemary in place.

“You are evil!!” she cried, “you are evil!!!!” she cursed loudly at an unconcerned Jax. “God will judge you!”

He walked over to Emeka’s body and looked down at his panting face. “Look what you made me do belle, I shot a man, it’s all your fault”

“You’re the devil himself!…” she spat angrily from the thug’s grip, “leave him alone! please leave him alone!!” she cried.

Jax aimed the gun at his face, he fired directly into his forehead. Emeka’s head snapped, his breathing stopping instantly.

Rosemary screamed at the top of her lungs.

“This house is soundproof belle, no one can hear you” Jax casually said, handing the gun back to the thug. She sprung to Emeka’s body, wailing over him. “All the workers are gone, I told them it was their, day off” He laughed and the thug joined in with a chuckle.

Jax stepped to the side, dusted his hands and held them down to his front. “Get out of my house Rosemary, and don’t you ever come back” he ordered, tightening his jaw.

The thug violently pulled her away from Emeka’s body and pushed her out of the room, shutting the door after her.

Rosemary stretched out on the floor weeping, she was beside herself with sorrow.

Her sex tape was out there, for the entire world to see. The man who had loved her, gunned down by a husband who just threw her out, it was over, life was all over for her.
With that thought, she ran into the kitchen, dashed to the counter and snatched a knife from the roll of knives sitting in the wooden knife stand.

She slid the knife over her wrist and sank to the floor.

It hurt, everything did, all at once.

With clouded eyes, she watched as blood swam out of her veins, down her wrist, and unto the floor.


13 thoughts on “ROSE. (18+)”

  1. Lovely story. Unique end. I want more. Part two maybe. What’s Jax like at work. Social life too. Pulissssss Joy

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