Chapter 18.

                                    

                                          
Vera's POV 
I’m dancing while humming alongside the music. I just feel the strong urge to dance and stretch my roped muscles. Throughout today I was lazing around as much as my period allowed.
Andrei managed to get the tampon and I wore it and stopped the cramps with a heating pad. So, now I feel much better.
I turn the volume of the music loud, it almost brings down the ceiling but I don’t mind. I just do the shit I feel like doing.
I skid over to the mirror, throwing my hands up in the air as I dance. My wavy black hair jumps with every move I make.
“Yeah, give me that, baby.” I croon the lyrics of the music, laughing and finding bouts of satisfaction from the drama I’m playing for myself.
The music stops and another continues. I dance and groove to the extent that I didn’t know it was night time. There’s this kinda joy music brings to the table and it's what I'm savoring
this minute.
But…
A knock on my door brings an unwanted distraction. I growl under my breath and trudge to the door.
“Irene?” I call out, watching the smiling woman as she looks at me.
“Wow, your music is quite loud.” She says.
“That’s how I want it.” I declare with a stern look.
“Yeah, sure. You can tune it to the volume you really want.”
I shrug a shoulder, waiting for her to get down to her main reason for distracting me.
“Your dad is back. And he requests your presence at dinner.”
I frown at her words.
“Tell him I’m not interested in eating with him. You should bring mine upstairs.” I command, aiming to close the door but Irene puts her hand over the door.
“I'm sorry, Vee. He said you shouldn’t go against his orders. You should come down.”
At that, she exits and I shut the door. I perch my back against it and sigh. How do I face him now?
My cheeks start warming up all over and it won’t help matters. Again, this will ruin my plans of giving him a huge space.
Maybe he’s missing you already, my mind tells me.
I feel a sprinkle of triumph at the thought. If after being indoors for three days and David’s demanding my presence at dinner, it means he misses me.
That’s right. My plans are working.
I draw away from the door and hustle to my closet. I find the most flimsy cloth to wear.
Searching through the large wardrobe, I find a striped romper with a dip cleavage. The rompers are kind of loose around my thighs but I especially love the fact that the V-neck is very open.
I look myself in the mirror after putting it on and to my joy, some parts of my breasts are spilling out.
I arrange my hair and press perfume on my rompers. With a tinge smear of lip gloss on my lips, I turn and head for the door.
Let’s go again tonight. If the man has missed me. I won’t make it easy for him until he caves.
My feet clomp on the hardwood floor as I make my way down. In a nick of time, our eyes clash as I make my presence known in the dining room.
Seeing him, my heart misses a beat.
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>>David's POV>>
The temptation of going back to that brothel and meet the ladies was strong. It’s weird how I use others as an outlet for my horniness for Vera.