A Slow-Burn Jealousy (cont'd)

I became nervous after hearing that. 

Could this be the night it happens? Will I watch her getting fucked for real this time? Or will I become a part of a threesome arrangement I never truly bargained for? Should I simply ask her what her intentions are or let things unfold?

"Is that okay with you?" she asked.

I stared at her, confused. "Why do you need to ask me that?"

She rested her palm on my cheek, smiling. She wore a mischievous look I couldn't quite make out.

"Nevermind."

Still confused, I watched her disappear into her room. This woman had no idea how much effect she had on me, or maybe she in fact did and was weaponizing it. Whatever this was, I had no idea, but I was graciously diving deep.

It was hard to concentrate that night, as I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen tonight. I also wondered what she was up to in her room, because she never came back out since she went in. I tried to look for any excuse to go in there, but courage failed me. I had become way too soft for this feline-like creature of a seductress.

Then the knock came in...

"Come in," I responded. 

As soon as the door opened, my eyes beheld the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. 

"So, what do you think?" She asked while she stood at my doorway wearing a thong with her breasts dangling bare. 

I stared with my mouth open, unaware she was still standing there, looking at me, and expecting a response.

"Uhm, are you okay?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry. You look breathtaking," I said.

"You mean that? Because it's what I hope to wear to welcome Ajibola when he arrives."

"What a lucky man he is," I said, dying with a sense of envy within. How come he gets to have her and not me?

"You think so?" 

I wished she didn't have to seek confirmation, but I couldn't let her see through my jealousy. I mean, for someone who once made me feel seen and now invisible, I just didn't want to take any chances.

"You're gorgeous; of course he's a lucky man, and he'll love it." 

She kissed me on the cheek and walked out. I felt a stinging temptation to tap her ass, but I had to refrain myself.

It didn't take quite long before I heard the devil himself walk in. I could hear them from my room—her giggles, laughter, and everything made me want to disappear from the house entirely. I wanted her to feel that way with me and not with him.

Why was I starting to feel this way? Could I survive the night knowing that the two of them would be up to no good?...