Literally, Oscar had more strength than she could ever dream about having but with everything in her, she pushed him away from her and ran straight into the bathroom with her boobs falling out of her silk. night dress.
She shut the door behind her and Oscar heard her lock it.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. Heaven knows he does not regret a thing but a little part of him was starting to get anxious of the probability of ruining things already.”
“He pulled up his briefs as well as pants, buckled up, and decided to stretch his legs by taking strolls around the room before deciding what to do next.”
For the first time since he stepped into her room, Oscar took notice of the details in his environment.
Super tidy and beautifully decorated with fine pieces of furniture. It was also spa cious too, making him. remember how organized his Vicky usually was.
Oscar found himself taking steps toward Vicky’s nightstand.
When he got there, he picked up the picture frame that was there and brought it closer to him.
Oscar’s lips curved into a small smile. In the frame was a picture of Vicky and their daughter, looking really happy.
The smile soon faded, replaced by a look of jealousy, wishing his face was also in the picture.
He saw the little girl earlier today and even though he did not approach her to talk to her, he could tell that she was a smart kid. Since he had never been present in her life, he could not help but wonder if she ever asked about her father.
Oscar sighed as he started feeling guilty.
He stared at the picture for a couple of seconds more before returning it to the nightstand.
Oscar was about to turn around when he sighted another picture frame on Vicky’s vanity area. He went over there, and picked up the frame. This frame was smaller and the picture looked old because Soplue looked so small in it, unlike the previous one which was a more recent picture.
He had no idea what came over him when he brought the frame close to his face and placed a kiss on both the face of mother and daughter. He placed the frame back and continued to feed his eyes.
Beside the vanity area was an adjoined room which Oscar predicted to be the closet and adjacent to the Queen size bed which was located in the middle of the room was a sofa and beside it was a work desk. Oscar’s mind went to Vicky who was still in the bathroom but before he could do anything, his phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his thoughts and actions.
He reached for it, trying to see who the hell was calling at this very important moment.
Seeing Ingrid’s name appear across the screen, he rolled his eyes, rejected the call, and instantly switched off the phone.
Then he made his way towards the bathroom where Vicky locked herself up. He placed his car against the door, hoping she was not doing what he thought she was doing. But he heard nothing.
“Babe,” He called her, knocking on the door at the same time.
“Please open up!” He said, still knocking after which he waited for a while but nothing happened.
“Cone on, Vicky, please step out. We need to talk.”
He waited almost a minute but got no response whatsoever.
“Look, I don’t know what is going through your head in there but I want you to come out and let us talk.”
“Please do not blame yourself for anything. Everything that happened is all my fault but please come out, let me see your face that you are okay and we will talk about it.”
He removed his face from the door, took a step backward, and waited for her to open up since he was sure that he made a pretty convincing speech.
But two minutes passed and nothing happened.
Oscar moved closer to the door again. “I am going to break this door down if you do not open up.”
“Babe?!” He knocked,
“I hope you can tell that I am being serious.”
“If you do not come out in two minutes, I am going to break in.”
Oscar stood still, waiting, and once the two minutes was over, he moved closer to the door again to check out the lock.
He used to be a very stubborn child during his high school days and that included escaping for night. parties and in situations where he was grounded. He knew a couple of things about locks but it has been a while since he broke into somewhere.
After studying the door lock for a couple of seconds, he started looking around Vicky’s room to see if there was any sharp object he could use to break in.
As she felt his hands move around her body and his d**k thrust in and out of the right place, Vicky could not help but yearn for more. She had no idea why but this dream seemed to be the best dream ever.
It was far far better than any other sex dreams she has had about Oscar Wayde.
She was coming down from her high, trying to catch her breath when the very familiar voice came through.
“You are officially mine, Vicky, no one is going to take you away from me.”
Victoria’s eyes flashed open and that was when it hit her that this was not any dream but a reality.
Her mind flashed back to the fact that Oscar broke into her home, she was trying to look for help, and she was about to shout to probably attract the attention of someone when he took advantage of her. She could not believe that what just happened actually happened and he was still standing in front of her with his d**k pointing at her pu**y.
With all the strength she had in her, Vicky pushed him off her and ran straight into the bathroom with shaky legs. She was surprised at herself that she did not fall on the way. The moment she got into the bathroom, she hurriedly locked the door before he caught up with her. That was if he was going to go after her and once the door was perfectly secured, Vicky literally fell to the floor and all the tears she had been holding began to roll down her cheeks.
“Why? Why? Why?”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Vicky? Why did you let that happen? What is f** king wrong with you? Why did you? Why?” She buried her face in her arms, seated on the floor as She sobbed like a baby. She could not believe she just had sex with the same man that literally ruined her life years ago. After she had promised herself that she would not have anything to do with him ever again. What irked her the most was that she felt dirty and most importantly she felt used again.
The more she cried, the more the pain in her heart became worse.
Vicky cried and cried until there were no more tears to shed.
After what felt like forever, she began to hear knocks on the door, alongside her name, with a gesture of someone trying to open the door but she did not pay any attention.
Eventually, Victoria managed to pick herself up from the floor. She rose to her feet and took off the skimpy night dress she was putting on.
She felt dirty, so she stepped into the shower and immediately started scrubbing her body, trying so hard to get his scents off her and at the same time, ignoring the knocks she was hearing on the door.
Vicky had no idea how long she stood there, scrubbing her body but she only gave up when her skin started to look sore. She rinsed her body and finally got out of the shower, still with puffy eyes.
Victoria was drying her body when the door to the bathroom got open, followed by Oscar’s presence.
No, he did not break down the door but he was able to find his way with the locks.
Vicky did not pay him any attention and neither did he look at his side, acknowledging his presence. She continued minding her business, cleaning her body, as though no one badged in on her.
“I was worried.” He said, coming to a halt a few steps away from her. She could hear the worry in his voice and was sure he had the same facial expression but she couldn’t care less.
“You have been crying, haven’t you?” She said, when he saw her blotchy face.
“Look, Vicky….”
“Don’t touch me!!!!” She glared at him before his hands could even reach her.
“Fine, I won’t touch you but please I want you to calm down.”
“You know I do not like it when you are in tears!” His statement made her look into his eyes and stared at him with nothing but disgust.
Deep down, she had it in mind not to respond to anything he said but so far, She had been bottling up all her feelings and she was starting to get sick of it.
“You know what?! F*k you, Oscar?! You dare look into my eyes and tell me that you do not like seeing me crying? When you humiliated me before hundreds of your staff. You sacked me without proper explanation, I was crying, pleading for some form of pity but you treated me like some trash and here you are with the guts, telling me that you do not like to see me cry? You are nothing but a b*ard!”
She spat at him as she continued drying her body. At this point, she did not give two f*ks that she was. literally naked before Oscar, doing her thing.
“I thought I had explained this to you and we both agreed to let go? Then, it was not my fault. I was just doing what I had to do to save the company.”
“Do you think it was easy for me too then? Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you in pain and not be able to do anything about it?”
“I know you are hurt too and G*d knows that I deserve all the harsh treatment you are giving me but in the midst of it all, I really want you to be considerate towards me. Put yourself in my shoes for a little bit.”
“You are not going to receive any sympathy from me. I really do not know how you came in but you will be doing me so much good by finding your way out of my house”
She said, going out of the bathroom naked with Oscar going like a lost puppy behind her.
She went to her closet in search of another night dress to wear.
“Why do you take off that one you were putting on? It looked really good on you.” His voice came through but she paid him no attention as she continued to search in between the racks and drawers for what to wear.”
“You know me very well, Vicky. You know how clumsy I can be and how imperfect I am. I try to make situations better but I end up ruining them. That being said, I am going to do whatever it is going to take because there is no way that I am going to give up on you.”
“Not after I have confirmed that the feelings between us are still very much valid.”
