Part Two: Two The night caller

She kicked off her shoes as she locked the door securely behind her. Walking barefoot from the door into her living room. Sebastian was with Sylvester tonight so she will be home alone at least for the next week before Sebastian would return to her as agreed in the divorce. She undid the zip of her gown as she headed to the fridge in the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of smoothie from the remaining one she made for Sebastian. She took a gulp and walked to toward the stairs to her room; she pulled one strap of her gown down while she drank with the other hand; she changed hands to do the same with the other strap. She pulled the gown down to her waist to reveal a lace bra that held a fresh mound of a voluptuous breast. She placed the already empty cup on her makeup table moved to the front of the mirror, gave a final look at her body endowment before she wriggled out of the gown, she used her right leg to swoop the gown toward her laundry basket. The sound of metal hitting plastic made her curse under her breath as she half ran to pick the gown. She had forgotten to remove her brooch. She carefully picked up the gown and started to remove her earrings then her necklace. She removed her bra, and a slight sigh of relief escaped her as she did, she removed her panties, stood there staring at the mirror for a second or two before she turned toward her bathroom. She wanted to pick her towel by the hanger but decided not to. Since she was home alone, she decided to enjoy the luxury and move about as she deemed fit. She had been a bit of a nudist since her days in the boarding house where she walked around naked. She possessed a sexy body that even some girls in the dormitory admired her. She was looking at the floor when her eyes caught her nipples that for some reason were erect, perhaps in anticipation of the cold shower that would happen in few minutes. She smiled as she entered the bathroom for she remembered one time when Sylvester referred to her nipples as rabbit's nose because of their pink color. Those were the few fun times she could remember about her marriage to him. She could not even fathom how she made it through the tortuous seven years of marriage to this douche. It was not rocket science that the marriage was bound to crash as the mage and witch race had never been united, but as at the time she made this foolish decision, she was so much in love with Sly. Now she rued the day she met him at the House of Commons during one of her several visits there when there was a case of serial vampire that had a special bias for blue blood. Sly was one of the respondents she had to interrogate. He was audacious enough to ask her on a date after she had finished her rounds at the Commons that evening. Eight months and sixteen dates after, He proposed! Despite the reservations harbored by Laura and Gwen, they were very excited when they saw the huge diamond on her left hand when she raced to their usual hangout to show them. Few months, after the birth of Sebastian, things turned sour as she saw herself in frantic efforts, trying to make her marriage a success. It started with Sly's campaign as the Mayor of the District. Her refusal to go on the campaign trail with a two-week old baby obviously didn't go well with him. To cap it all, he lost the election to a female candidate who had a cordial relationship with Gretchen. Efforts to prove that she had no hand in his loss proved futile and for almost two years she had to bear that burden until Sly received a tape from an anonymous source that revealed that it was his campaign manager that leaked some vital information to his opponent. By this time, his hatred for her had burrowed too deep that he just couldn't help himself. After Sebastian's fifth birthday, she decided she had suffered enough emotionally. He barged into the house that evening waving the divorce papers she had her lawyer sent to his office. "What is the meaning of this?!" he barked. "You could have at least waited for me to get home to hand this to me" he further said in a lower tone when he saw Sebastian who was startled by his actions staring at him. She didn't respond at. First, she picked her son up and made for his room. She put him to bed and kissed him goodnight after she had read to him his favorite bedtime story. She shut the door to his room gently and went to the study where she knew he would find Sylvester. He was holding a glass of scotch. He offered to pour her one, but she declined the offer with a wave of her hand. She leaned against the door and stared straight into his eyes. She began: "I do not owe you an apology for sending that..." pointing to the papers on his table "...to your office." He opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut short by her raised palm. She continued: "How else would I have caught your attention? We are hardly ever in the same room for ten seconds these days." "You have moved to the guest room since you lost that election. Sly! Come on! Just sign the papers and let us just end this, I am tired I need to be happy, and I plan to be happy with or without you." He was quiet for a while then he chuckled before he spoke. "How did we even get here? This bad place." She shrugged and looked away, he picked a pen and asked: "where do I sign?" She replied: "Next to my signature." She fought back hot tears as she watched him sign. That meant the end of her once happy marriage. The following weeks, properties were split, and child custody was decided. That was a year ago now, and she was more than convinced that she had made the right decision. Even after the divorce, Sly wouldn't stop behaving like a douche. She got out of the shower and dried herself, put on her pajamas and headed downstairs. She picked up her novel on the shelf and drew the rocking chair closer to the fireplace for she needed a little warmth after that cold shower. She had barely settled into the chair when her phone rang. Who could this night caller be? She thought to herself. It better not be who I think it is. She rose up to pick the receiver. The voice on the other end confirmed her suspicion as her look changed to scorn. "You up?" asked the familiar voice. "No, this is my voicemail" she replied in sarcasm. "Cold one for you at the Boulevard" continued the voice which from all indication had gotten used to her sarcasm. "I'll be there in ten," she replied as she hung up and darted upstairs in giant strides, she dressed up quickly and got out of the house. She got into her maroon Buick, turned on the ignition and reversed out of her driveway before she sped off into the night toward the boulevard.

read part one here