This is the concluding part of Sarah’s Serendipity Part 1. In case you missed it, you can read it here.
So I decided to be Dr. Brown’s girlfriend for the next three weeks and beyond. My well-though out argument why I should just buy his car and send him on his merry way flew out the window in the face of his romance tainted logic. Even when I argued that long-distance wasn’t really my style; Brown reminded me that there was Skype and Facetime. I really didn’t stand a chance anyway, this man knew what he wanted and he wasted no time wooing me.
“Three weeks!” he said.
“That’s all the time I need to convince you that I want you in my life for the long haul”
When Brown showed up at my office the following Friday to pick me up for the weekend, I had a big grin plastered over my face. We had been texting each other via Whatsapp Messenger all week and when my supervisor started giving me the side-eye, I found myself sneaking into the bathroom to reply Brown’s messages.
He was waiting in the parking lot when I got downstairs and as soon as he saw me, he stepped out of the car.
“Hello beautiful”, he whispered, as he planted a peck on my cheek
“Hello, Doc”, I replied trying to be as unaffected as possible by his nearness
“Can I take that?” he said, gesturing for my overnight bag
We walked back to the car, hand in hand. Just like in the dream. I smiled inwardly as Brown opened the car door to let me in. I could get used to this I thought to myself.
Later that night as we lay in bed sated from our lovemaking, I knew I had found my “the one”. Brown’s two-bedroom apartment with its urban-styled furnishings had a home-y feel to it and I felt so at peace in his arms. I loved the way he sucked in his breath as he stared at me after undressing me.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined”, he proclaimed, his hands softly stroking my arms, my breasts, my belly, my thighs.
I rewarded him with a coy smile
“Don’t blush”, I mean it, he continued
I closed my eyes and sighed as he eased me onto the cool sheets. My blood boiled with every sensual kiss, each one deeper than the last. When Brown decided he had had enough of my lips, he proceeded to rain little feather light kisses all over my face and behind my ears. He continued to kiss his way down wards and when his lips latched onto my taut nipples, I cried in pleasure. A jolt of electricity shot through my veins as he hovered between my legs, his tongue in my moist center. As Brown continued his tender ministrations with his tongue, whatever shred of self-control I had left was destroyed and I gave in and let myself be sucked into this vortex of pleasure. Time after time that night, Brown drove me to heights of desire I didn’t know existed.
I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the windows. I rolled over languorously, recalling the events of the previous night. Brown was nowhere in sight. I checked my phone; 8:45 am. I clambered out of the bed with the intention of heading for the bathroom to ease myself and winced slightly at the soreness I felt down there.
When I re-entered the room, Brown had set a try of toast, eggs and sausages on the bed.
“Good morning dear”
“Doctor Brown at your service”, he announced. “Breakfast is served, your Ladyship. Bon Appetit”, he continued
I dissolved into laughter at Brown’s sense of humour.
“S’il vous plait, joindre à moi”, I returned
“Slow down, French Professor” he cautioned.
“I hope you brought a couple of outing clothes”, Brown mentioned as we ate.
“We’ve got a wine tasting at noon, a book reading for 4 pm and dinner reservations at eight”
“It’s your turn to slow down, boyfriend”, I countered. “You should have asked me first”
“Well, let’s just say I know what you like”
I couldn’t complain. He had read me like a book
Brown cleared the breakfast tray while I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I stepped into the steel and glass shower cubicle and pulled the lever on the wall in front of me outwards to turn on the water. The heat of the water surprised me and I relished the feeling of the residue of the night’s exertions being blasted from my skin. I was pondering what it would be like spending the day with Brown when I heard the door to the bathroom open. There was a rush of cooler air as the cubicle door swung outwards and he entered the shower.
I handed him the bar of soap and we proceeded to soap each other. I was aware that we were pressed for time, but that didn’t stop me from running my soapy hands across his nipples, over his belly and downwards; coaxing him until he became hard. He grabbed my hand to still my hand motions and spun me around so that my back was against his and my nipples were pressed against the cool tiles. I shuddered as he entered my velvety softness, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge of the precipice until we tumbled off the cliff together in sweet release.
We lingered in the shower, washing each other; our soapy caresses were merely warm and friendly after our hurried coupling. We dressed quickly and headed out for our day together.
Dr. Brown: Hey Beautiful!
Me: (blush smiley)
Dr. Brown: The rate at which you blush, one would think you had a permanently pink complexion
Dr. Brown: Just to let you know I’ll be out of town this weekend
Me: What’s the matter?
Dr. Brown: Nothing. I want to spend some time with my parents before I travel.
Me: Ooookay. But I’ll miss you
Dr. Brown: I’ll miss you too, hun
Me: (sad smiley)
Dr. Brown: I’ll only be gone a couple of days. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get back.
By the way, my lawyer is drawing up the change of ownership papers for the car. We’ll have all that sorted out once I return. I love you, Bae
Me: Ok dearie. Love you too
A couple of days away became a week because he had to put some things in place before he travelled. I missed him terribly I couldn’t complain. After all, they were his family and he wasn’t going to see them for a long time. When Brown finally returned, we concluded the paper work for the car and we went out to dinner to celebrate.
“A toast to your first car”, he proposed
My smile was weak, tinged by the sadness of knowing he was leaving in two days.
Brown’s flight from Lagos to Boston was for 8:50 pm. We had planned we would meet at the airport. The minute the clock struck five, I was out of the office in a bid to beat rush-hour traffic. Airport parking was a drag but I finally met up with Brown at the airport waiting area.
As I approached him he stood up from his seat. He was holding a toddler in his arms. As I got closer to him, a Caucasian lady who had hitherto been sitting also rose to stand beside him.
“Your description does her no justice”, she muttered
“At least I tried”, came Brown’s reply
“Hello, Sarah. It’s so nice to finally meet you in person. I’ve heard so much about you”, she offered cheerily, stretching out her hand for a handshake.
I looked from her outstretched hand to her pale, oval face. My eyes moved quickly to Brown and he averted his gaze. My brows were knotted in confusion; I could feel a headache coming on.
The lady slowly dropped her hand and continued,
“My name is Vanessa. I’m Brown’s wife and that’s our son”, she gestured towards the toddler cradled in Brown’s arms. And that was when I looked at the kid closely and saw that he was decidedly mulatto.
“Brown!?”, I ventured, part question, part plea.
I wanted him to tell me this wasn’t happening. That it was all a sick joke
“We’re in an open marriage” she explained. “I really wanted to meet you earlier and maybe invite you to our bedroom if you were up to it but Brown said you weren’t that kind of girl. Now I see why he said that”
Brown finally spoke up, “I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but the time was so short”. “I… sorry we still want you in our lives for the long haul; I wish you would agree to share our bed with us”
“Yes”, I heard Vanessa say.
“I’ll be joining my husband in a couple of months and we were thinking of sending you an invitation to the States once we’re finally settled”.
The tears finally came, feely and unbidden. How could Brown do this to me? How could they use me this way? So all the while I thought Brown was special and he was “the one”, I was simply an experiment for him and his ‘oyibo’ wife.
I turned and stumbled blindly out of the airport to my car. I have no recollection of how I got home but all I can say is I am alive to tell my story.