Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

7

MONALISA

I stood there, staring at her as she began walking away, and my mind was buzzing with several thoughts. Sincerely, I was confused because I couldn’t seem to find myself following a total stranger in a new city whom I knew nothing about.

But I have nowhere to lay my head for just the night, and that thought alone troubled me; Who knows if more thugs are yet to come, which I don’t know if I can even save myself from?

The lady suddenly halted when she felt I wasn’t tagging along with her. She swerved around and stare at me, still standing at my spot.

She shook her head with a smile on her face, and she strode back me. “You are scared, ain’t you?” Her fluent English was so alluring. “You shouldn’t be scared of someone like me because I can’t hurt you.” She softly sigh, “It’s already late and thugs are often seen wandering around at this late hour.” She said so, held my hand, and began walking away.

After an hour, she finally led me into a noisy street. It was quite late, but everywhere still shine brightly like it was still morning and was filled with lots of people.

My face was wrung in disgust due to the smell of alcohol and cigarettes oozing around, deteriorating the air that I breathe into my body. Abruptly, my left hand crawled up to my face, covering my nose. I strode closely behind her, when i noticed some shameless thugs staring lustfully at me.

Finally, we arrived at a metal door, which she unlocked. She pushed the door open and gestured me to follow suit, which I did almost immediately, slightly hitting her with my hand.

She veered around and said, “Easy girl. No one is eating you up.” She teased me, chuckling softly, before locking the door behind me.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I stepped fully into her room as my eyes wandered around. Her room was neatly arranged, but she doesn’t have a TV in her room. Just two couches and two dining tables were in her sitting room. But despite having a few properties, her room was simply the best.

I began to walk around her room. “You never told me your name,” I told her, diverting my gaze in her direction, as she was busy preparing a glass of coffee for me.

“Call me Gardy.” She replied, stirring the coffee in her hand as she strode toward me, offering me the glass, which I accepted and took a sip out of to wet down my dry throat.

“C-A-N-D-Y?” I pronounced. It sounded so weird to my ear as I stared at her with furrowed eyebrows, and she suddenly burst into laughter.

“G-A-R-D-Y, not C-A-N-D-Y.” She corrected me with a smile, and I nodded my head, even though I had secretly preffered to keep calling her Candy instead of that weird name of hers.

“So what’s yours?” She asked, with curiosity written all over her face.

I hesitated for a while, wondering if I should tell her my name because I’m scared of trusting a stranger. Her gaze was fixed on me the whole time, waiting patiently for me to say a word. But when she noticed i never attempt to say a word, her face turned into a deep frown.

“If you ain’t comfortable—”

“Call me Joanne.” I blurted, smoothly flashing her a smile, while she nodded her head as her lips slowly stretched into a smile.

Abruptly I heard a tiny cute little voice singing, “Momma. Poppa. Idris, happy family!” A cute chubby angel ran out from the inner room naked, and he wrapped his tiny hands around Candy’s knees. “Momma! Bath! bath! bath…” He kept screaming and jumping still wrapping his hands around her.

She gently crouched down to his level and ruffled his thick black hair, and got him chuckling cutely. She playfully pitched his nose; “My cute little prince is excited to have his bath.” She teased and tickled his ribs with her fingers, which made him laugh uncontrollably, hitting her hands off him.

“Momma, please stop!” He pleaded with meek laughter, and she stopped, raising her hands in surrender.

“His Majesty has spoken.” She bowed her head slightly.

I chuckled at these beautiful scenes in front of me. They looked so cute together as they both stared at each other with so much love and admiration. Damn! I never knew she had such an angel as a child.

She’s indeed blessed with such a sweet soul. I coughed softly to get his attention, which it did, resulting in him noticing my presence for the first time.

His luminous blue eyes sparked and dove into mine, melting my heart. I strode toward him, but he shyly ran and hid behind his mother’s leg, peeking at me.

“Momma, who’s she?” He muttered in his tiny voice, shifting his gaze from me to glance at his mother.

“She’s my friend. Come on, don’t be shy, and say hello to her. She’s very nice.” Candy assured him, flashing him a smile.

He slowly moved away from his mother’s leg and strode toward me, lowering his gaze to the ground as he stood in front of me.

I crouched to his height and ruffled his hair with my hand, and he raised his gaze to look at me. His bright luminous blue eyes were so alluring.

But I never missed noticing that his strict resemblance was so familiar, but I doubt if my thoughts were true. because it seemed impossible.

“My name is Idris, and I’m 4 years old.” He introduced himself, pointing at his body. I chuckled at how adorable he sounded.

“Woah… my little—-

“Momma said I’m a big prince not little.”  He blurted, interrupting me, waving his index finger sideways. “Right Momma?” He quickly veered and asked his mother.

“Of course, my Champ is a big prince.” She supported him, touching his hair. “Come on, let’s go have your bath.” She gently led him to the bathroom.

I wandered around the room as Idris’s face filled my head because the strict resemblance wouldn’t just be a mere coincidence. There is something more to it, but what is it exactly?

Within ten minutes, she came out, looking fully dressed up but without Idris beside her.

“Where is Idris?” I asked, glancing behind her. “And where are you off to?” I added, because I was wondering where she was going at this time of the night.

Because her outfit consisted of a red crop top that exposed almost part of her breast, matching up with her black bum short, which also exposed some of her ass cheeks. Her long red shoe heels made her stand tall and sexy. She truly looked beautiful.

“I have cradled him to sleep already, and I’m off to work because I have a show this night,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.

My face screwed up in confusion as I stared at her. I can’t comprehend what she just said. “Work? What kind of work is that? And who is going to look after Idris when you are gone?” I asked, trying to understand her.

“I’m a stripper. Perhaps Idris is a big boy.” She rolled her eyes.

“What kind of a mother are you? You want to leave your son all alone just to go to the club?” I suddenly flared up, feeling mad already.

She angrily stood in front of me. “Don’t you dare judge me, because you have no right to. What about your question? I’m the kind of mother who would sacrifice or do anything just to give my son a better life.” She yelled to my face as some drops of tears escaped her eyes.

I sighed loudly, as my shoulder fell, “I’m sorry, Candy.” I whispered as my gaze moved to the ground. She gently placed her hand on my shoulder and used her other index finger to raise my jaw as I gazed into her eyes.

“Corrections, my name is Gardy and Candy. Secondly no need to apologize for nothing.” She playfully pitched my nose with her finger as she chuckled.

_She’s nice, and I feel comfortable with her already. _

“Where is Idris’ father?” I blurted it out before I could stop myself. That’s me.    I am always curious about everything; once I find something suspicious, I investigate further. But I can’t just help it, no matter how much I try to overlook things.

I quietly observed her facial expressions. Her once-pretty, smiling face was quickly replaced with a grim smile as she tried to mask it with a fake smile. But I noticed everything. I gazed down at her hands as she tightened them into a fist, and her body was shuddering, as a few drops of tears streamed down her cheek, washing away some of her makeup. She quickly veered around and wiped those tears away so I would not see them.

I heard him singing, “Momma, poppa, and Idris, happy family. I thought he was living with you both; that was what urged me to ask. I’m sorry, I never meant to overstep my boundaries.” I muttered, folding my fingers.

“We are better off without him, and we don’t need him in our lives.” She mumbled, trying to avoid my gaze.

She doesn’t want me to see her red eyes, because it’s has already explained everything. Everything she’s passing through-her eyes said it all.

I might not be in her shoes, but I understand everything even without hearing her story.

“I will do anything in my power to keep my son away from that devil because Idris belongs to me and only me.” She quickly pulled me in for a hug as she wrapped her hands around me, sobbing on my shoulder.

My hand caressed her back softly as she kept sobbing on my shoulder. Suddenly Idris dashed out of his room with his tiny leg, clothed in his pajamas. He halted in front of us as his little face screwed up in confusion, “How dare you make my momma cry!” He yelled, glaring at me.

_holy Christ! What will I tell him now?