THE MISTRESS

THE MISTRESS – By Dean O. Arutoghor

There was a loud knock on the hotel room door.
‘Room service,’ a voice called out.
Rachel and I looked at each other quizzically. Neither of us had asked for room service. I shrugged, wrapped a towel around my waist to protect my modesty and sauntered to the door. Rachel pulled the bed covers up to her chin.
I only eased the door open a teeny bit but that was enough to let my wife slam it against me. The force made me stagger backward.

Storried The Mistress
Edith stormed in screaming at the top of her voice.
‘You low life! You thought I wouldn’t find out? You are lousy at covering your tracks. I suspected you were up to no good again and put a tracker on your phone. Surprise, surprise, look where I found you. With another floozy.’
I opened my mouth to utter the usual excuses but got a resounding slap instead. ‘Let me see that home wrecker,’ she said, shoving me aside with ease.
My guilt-laden eyes looked over at Rachel. Her mouth was hanging open in disbelief. She looked from me to Edith and then back to me accusingly.
‘You are married?’ was all she could say.
Edith flung a picture at Rachel before towering over her menacingly. ‘With three young kids. You want to deprive them of a dad?’
‘I didn’t…I didn’t…I didn’t know he was married.’
‘Yeah, right. That’s what they all say. You never wondered why he didn’t invite you back to his place?’ she sneered cynically.
‘He said he was rarely at home due to business trips.’
Edith laughed. ‘Listen, you tart, I am giving you five minutes to gather your stuff and get out of here before I make more of a scene. I ever catch you sniffing around my husband, I will come over to your workplace and embarrass you.’
Edith looked at her skeptically.
‘Fourth floor. Hanover House. Fowler Street. Yes. I have done my research on you,’ Edith said knowingly.
With that, Rachel quietly but hurriedly got dressed, gathered the rest of her stuff and skulked out of the room.
I made sure she was definitely gone before I fished out my wallet and handed over £150 to Edith.
As Edith counted her money, she queried: ‘Wouldn’t it have been easier to just tell her you didn’t want to be with her anymore?’
‘I tried several times but she was very clingy and needy. Scary actually. I had to make her hate me enough to leave me alone for good…That slap was too much though. That wasn’t part of the plan.’
Edith shrugged and tucked her payment into her bra.
‘I had to make it look as real as possible. See you later.’ With that, she was gone.
‘See you later neighbour and thanks again,’ I called out before slumping down on the bed with relief.

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One comment on THE MISTRESS

  1. Olu Arolasafe says:

    Great story… really unexpected twist.

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THE MISTRESS

By Dean O. Arutoghor

There was a loud knock on the hotel room door.
‘Room service,’ a voice called out.
Rachel and I looked at each other quizzically. Neither of us had asked for room service. I shrugged, wrapped a towel around my waist to protect my modesty and sauntered to the door. Rachel pulled the bed covers up to her chin.

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