Chapter 7: How A Woman Should Be
"David, this is not right," Linda said meekly, trying to push him away as David clung to her like a leech, peppering her with kisses, sucking and nibbling her neck.
Seeing her movement was growing erratic, he paused, face still buried in the crooks of her neck, "What’s not right?" His voice was husky and filled with lust.
"You have a wife," she swallowed. "I’m but a mistress, David and I don’t like that."
David pulled away, sweeping his hand through his hair. "I told you to be patient, Linda, didn’t I?"
"You did, but..." she trailed off, her eyes drooping as she fidgeted with her fingers. "Aunty Anita will be mad if she finds out. She could kill me," she looked up, her eyes watery as she bit her bottom lip.
"She’s not even your relative. Why do you call her Aunty?" David frowned. Linda always called Anita that.
"Because she’s older," she said under her breath but loud enough for him to hear.
David’s lips curled, a bitter smile.
At first, he was too blinded by love to realize the age difference, but now, he couldn’t help thinking he married someone he could easily address as an older sister. Perhaps, that was why she didn’t have respect for him.
Seeing him drifting away, Linda tugged at his sleeve, "I’m scared, David."
"Anita doesn’t have such power anymore." He snapped out of his thoughts, holding her by the shoulders as he tried to reason with her, like he was placating a child. "I made sure of that. Moreover, she doesn’t know about you."