Flawed is back!
Below continues the story of Abae and Lucas. Thanks to Omolara and Oluwaseun for the nudge!
Flawed…They shared a rumbling night of passion long ago, but the echoes of their deceit and betrayal linger still…
“You never did tell me the name of Jonnie’s father.”
Lucas’s voice was menacingly soft, and Abae had to swallow before she could speak, carefully placing her mug on the kitchen island before it could slip from her fingers.
“You never um…actually asked,” she replied as calmly as she could while her eyes darted furtively to the door, wondering how easy it would be to side-step him and run to safety. Escape was the one thing on her mind right then as she dreaded the fury awaiting just a blink away…
“Well I’m asking now,” Lucas said hardily. “Is Chuma his father?”
Abae was jolted by his question. “Who told you that? My mother?” Even as she asked, she cursed herself for leaving Lucas alone with her mum. She should have known her mother would have unwittingly let something slid. But did Lucas really think that…
“Blast it, Abae, how could you lie to me like that?” Lucas growled in a tortured, enraged tone. “All this while you gave me the impression that Jonnie’s father was some man you had a fling with soon after Chuma passed. To think it’s actually…”
He broke off, turning aside as he drew in harsh, furious breaths. Abae felt guilt prick her and she wondered how on earth he could be so blind.
“Chuma wasn’t Jonnie’s father,” she told Lucas calmly. He abruptly faced her again, his brow furrowed.
“What? Then how…?” he began, only for his eyes to narrow as his dark eyebrows drew together before they lifted in shock. “My God. Jonnie’s mine?”
“Why has it been so hard to figure out?” she mumbled, her own anger rising.
“Of course,” he breathed, looking dazed. “You told me back then that you and Chuma were never lovers, so there was no way he…Damn you, Abae! Why leave this until now?”
“I don’t know!” she cried, shoving her fingers through her hair as she expelled a deep breath. “You showed up out of nowhere – I panicked. You made me so confused! Then and now. I never know whether I’m coming or going with you.”
Squaring her chin, she added factually, “Yes, Lucas. Jonnie is your son. Believe it or not.”
“Oh, I believe it,” Lucas ground out with bitterness in every word. “I know you hated me, Abae – and probably still do. But this…this is the worst revenge you could ever have taken.”
“Revenge?” Abae let out on a gasp. And then yelped as he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her shoulders, almost shaking her.
“What else would you call what you’ve done to me, except pure wickedness and selfishness? And what if we never ran into each other two months ago? You would have gone on living your life, while I remained ignorant about my son!”
“Oh please,” Abae snapped, feeling stung by his accusatory words. “You didn’t seem to care when you left me all those years ago. You should have suspected something like this would happen. That I could get pregnant.”
Lucas scowled. “It had occurred to me…but it was that one night and judging the way you felt about it, I believed you’d taken some kind of measures afterwards. Besides, you point-blank told me to get out of your life and stay out. Remember?” he shot at her, and for a few moments Abae let herself see how deeply her rejection had hurt, so deep it made his voice gruff even now.
“I never dreamed I was pregnant when I turned you away. And when I found out much later, I tried to contact you…but then I always came up against a roadblock – fear, anger, shame…I just didn’t want any more hassle,” she said hollowly.
“So you brought him up on your own,” Lucas said bitterly. “For goodness sake I was mere hours away! Al this time you could have found me if you really wanted. Why don’t you simply admit that you kept Jonnie from me to punish me for what you can’t stop believing I did to you?”
“You’re wrong!” Abae burst out, keeping her voice as low as she could to keep from waking Jonnie up with their arguing. “When we met again earlier tonight, I made up my mind to tell you – I have! It was a hard decision to make, but I did it. I…I just felt it was time.”
“And I guess I should be grateful,” Lucas said sarcastically. “To think I’d been looking at my son and didn’t even know it.”
“Don’t tell me it never occurred to you?” Abae couldn’t help blurting out disbelievingly.
Lucas let out a ragged sigh. “The first time I came here, and saw him…Within me I’d hoped…But then you told me his age and I let my suspicions fade. I still can’t believe you lied to me about that just to throw me off the scent.”
“Don’t make me feel guiltier than I already am,” Abae pleaded. She’d never overcome her shame for lying and telling him Jonnie was a year younger than his true age. “Look, I’m more than willing to let you play an active role in his life from now on…”
Lucas let out a mirthless laugh at that. “Oh, I intend to do just that,” he promised her chillingly. “Four years is a heck of a long time for a child to miss out on the fatherly presence he deserves. Certainly too much for a father to be deprived of being a part of his son’s upbringing. I have to say I’m glad you won’t try and stand in my by denying me my son – even though you’ve denied me everything else.”
Abae’s eyes were drawn to his fingers tightening around her arms, and then up at him, her eyes wide as she stared into the raging coals within his gaze. “You still want me?” she heard herself ask incredulously. “Even after all this?”
Lucas’ laughter was harsh, without even an ounce of humour in it. “Trust me, Abae; I’d probably still want you even when I’m grey and stooping.”
And then without warning, his head slanted low and he captured her lips roughly with his.
Abae felt his mouth surge against hers and felt consumed by his kiss. He knocked her down with how fierce and taking he was, grinding so hard she felt her lips crush against her teeth. She gasped in shocked arousal as his hot dominance made her senses swim. Firm, hot and passionate, his lips drove her to the edge, leaving her panting so that he was able to drill his tongue deep. He swept the roof of her mouth and then sought out her own tongue, mating with her in a dance so carnal it turned her nipples to hard, tingling buds beneath her clothes.
When he pulled away mere minutes later, Abae felt ravaged, bruised and taken, only becoming conscious of the painful grip he had on her arms before finally, he pushed her roughly to the side.
Abae staggered backed into the kitchen bar, clinging to its edge for balance as Lucas spun away, his back rigid and heaving. She saw him run a hand over his head as he drew in several harsh breaths. Jolted to her marrow by his kiss, Abae wrapped her arms around her trembling form.
“I should hate you for the hell you’ve put me through since I met you,” he muttered low, but she caught each tormented word. Moments later he was facing her again, pinning her in place with his inscrutable gaze.
“Now that I’ve found my son, I want to spend as much time with him as I can. But first you’re going to tell him about me…about who I am.”
Abae grimaced. “No…please. I can’t. Not yet.”
He scowled fearsomely. “Why the hell not? If you won’t do it, then I will…”
“You don’t get it!” she half-wailed. “He’s virtually still just a baby! He wouldn’t understand. I can’t just go to him and break the news that he has a father – and one who’s a complete stranger.”
“And we both know who’s to blame for that, don’t we?” he bit out. Abae sagged helplessly, and to her relief, his gaze softened slightly and then he said less angrily, “So what do you suggest I do?”
Abae turned to pace around the kitchen. “Give him time. He needs to get to know you…trust you. He’s never really had a father figure around. He’ll have to adjust to having a male presence in his life after so long. Only after that can it be broken to him that you’re his dad.”
Lucas sighed heavily. “All right. I agree to that. I’m determined to see that it works. Because I don’t wish to miss out on my son’s life for one more day.”
Abae felt drained of strength. The whole drama since the evening began at the party was already taking its toll. She was torn between bursting into tears or crumbling in exhaustion to the floor.
“Well, if that’s all I think I’d like you to leave now,” she said, her voice shaky yet decisive. If he lingered another minute she knew she’d cave in – totally.
“Oh, I’m leaving,” Lucas murmured, his voice low and rumbling. “But there’s still one more thing…”
Before she could stop him, he’d gathered her into his arms again. Not as forcefully this time, but just as hard to escape. He captured her lips and plucked at them with moist, possessive hunger. Abae’s knees turned to jelly and she loathed herself for wanting more, wanting him to feed the crackling fire within her woman’s core.
“Damned right I still want you,” he growled half underneath his breath as he ended the molten kiss moments later. “And I’m not giving up till I claim you – and my son. Make no mistake about that, Abae.” He smiled thinly at her pale, stricken expression. “Good night.”
He was out the door, and Abae was still standing in the same spot when she heard his car drive away moments later, not sure if her emotion she felt was relief or regret that Lucas was finally gone. For now…