“Mala, it’s me Bernardo Lorenzo. I have been trying to call Kathy, but her phone is eternally switched off. Is there any way I can speak to her now?” asked Bernardo.
Mala was silent for a moment.
“Mala are you there?” asked Bernardo.
“Yes….ye I am here. Bernardo, Kathy left for London two days ago,” said Mala. So there the cat was out of the bag. Now let it mew.
“London? Oh God why on earth would she leave for London?” asked Bernardo.
“She does have relatives Bernardo. She may not have her parents, but she does have relatives who would look after her and so she left. She was not bound in anyway to be your personal assistant all the time and let me tell you this, she is not anyone’s plaything, especially yours,’ said Mala sounding stern and angry at Bernardo.
He felt the vibes of anger zip across the mobile connection. Bernardo shrugged, but his levels of irritation were rising steadily, as he knew he had no access to Kathy here in Italy and the only thing was he fly out to London, but how was he going to locate her. He had no address and he did not know the names of her Uncle and Aunt.
Bernardo called for Giovanni.
“I need you to look for Kathy. She has left for London, where some aunt and uncle of her lives. Bring her back and spare no cost,” he bellowed.
Giovanni had put up with Bernardo’s arrogance and demanding nature. But this was too much. How on earth was he going to look for Kathy in London? Did Bernardo think that London was a small town with a population of hundred people?
Shaking his head Giovanni left Bernard’s room.
Giovanni knew Bernard would never take this lying down. Moreover it had affected his ego, as he was the one to end an affair with a trinket from Cartier, not the other way around.
Bernardo’s personal assistant Lucy was in her forties and although efficient, was fairly slow at things. He lost his temper with her all the time, but she carried on as it did not affect her. He did not like her, but had no alternative but to put up with her.
One morning, Lucy was rummaging through the drawers and came across a notebook left behind by Kathy. She went through the book and came across a London telephone number. Excited that she had found a lead, she rushed into Bernardo’s room, her plump hips swaying.
“Bernardo, I think we have a lead on where Kathy is,” she said.
Bernardo looked at her in surprise, as Lucy handed him the notebook, where she had highlighted the telephone number of Aunt Margie.
“Lucy you are a genius. I could just hug you,” said Bernardo.
“Oh why not try it then,” said Luck blinking her eyelids at him and swaying out of the room laughing.
Lucy was a happily married woman and her husband Mark drove trains for Sub-way Railways. She had two sons and a daughter, who were studying in foreign universities.
Bernardo look at the number and picking up his land line dialed.
The phone at the other end rang for about a minute and was picked up by Aunt Margie.
“Hello, is that Aunt Margie?” asked Bernardo.
‘Yes that’s me and who are you?” asked Aunt Margie.
“Aunty Margie, I am Bernardo Lorenzo, Kathy’s employer,” said Bernardo.
“Oh, Bernardo…..but Kathy is not in,” she said.
Bernardo was disappointed to hear that Kathy was not in.
“Can you tell Kathy that I called and ask her to call me back?” said Bernardo.
“Oh yes, I will,” said Aunt Margie, thanking her stars that Kathy was not in.
“Thank you very much,” said Bernardo.
After he rang off Bernardo sighed with relief. At least he was getting somewhere in his pursuit to find Kathy.
Kathy came back with Derika after a huge shopping spree, where they had bought clothes, groceries and even shoes.
Her stomach was now showing and she no longer could get into jeans and tight dresses, but had to opt for the maternity kind.
Kathy was exhausted but happy that they had had a good time, walking the streets of London.
She propped her feet on a low stool in her room as she said down on the easy chair Aunt Margie had provided for her.
“Kathy,” said Aunt Margie from the door.
‘Hi! Do come in,” she said with a spring in her voice.
Aunt Margie sat herself on the bed and looked at Kathy.
Kathy at once knew Aunt Margie had something to say to her.
“Bernardo Lorenzo called when you were out shopping,” she said.
Kathy almost shot out of her chair.
“What did you say? How on earth did he get this number?” asked Kathy.
“I don’t know my dear, but he sure sounds a pleasant man,” said Aunt Margie.
Kathy rolled her eyes.
“That would be Bernardo alright. He knows how to wrap females around his little finger, irrespective of their ages,” she said.
Aunt Margie laughed.
“Oh you sure got that right my dear. What a nice man,” said Aunt Margie.
‘What did he say?” repeated Kathy.
She was amused at how Bernardo’s voice had charmed Aunt Margie.
“He wanted you to call him on his mobile. He said you would know the number,” said Aunt Margie.
It then struck Kathy, how Bernardo would have got Aunt Margie’s number. She slapped her head as she thought of her little notebook left behind.
That was how he had got the number. Probably his new personal assistant had given it to him.
Every time the phone rang Kathy jumped. She knew if she did not call Bernardo, he was definitely going to call her back.
Chapter 3
Bernardo paced his apartment, like a caged panther. He had never missed a woman, like he missed Kathy. She had something very special and had done something to him he could not get her out of his mind. How could she leave without letting him know? After all didn’t she realize that he loved her? Typical of a man were the thoughts of Bernardo. He expected Kathy to read his mind and come up with the idea that he loved her.
Walking to the bar he poured himself a stiff scotch and picked up his mobile phone. Should be call her? Will she come to the phone? Throwing caution to the wind, Bernardo dialed Aunt Margie’s number.
The phone rang for a minute and was picked up by Derika.
“Can I speak with Kathy please,” asked Bernardo in his sexy voice, he reserved for females.
Derika’s eyes widened.
“Yes, of course. Please be on line,” said Derika.
“Kathy pick up the phone on line 1 in your room, there is a call for you,” she shouted.
Derika waited until she heard Kathy pick up the phone and she replaced the received.
“Hello Kathy. How are you?” said Bernardo.
Kathy was too shocked to speak and she felt all mushy, when she heard his voice. She knew at once that she missed him so much.
Kathy was now five month’s pregnant and had a fairly large belly.
“Hello Bernardo,” she said.
“Kathy, why did you leave without informing me?” he asked.
“I had already tendered my resignation and there was no need to inform you of my personal whereabouts? I did not see it in any document I signed before you employed me,” she said
“I don’t want you telling me of documents you signed,” he said.
‘I should never have let you go,” he continued.
Kathy laughed.
“Bernardo you could not have stopped me at all. I am at my Aunt’s and hope to find a job soon. May be I will remain in London,” said Kathy.
Bernardo was shocked to hear Kathy say that she would not be coming back, even if it was not said directly. Will Kathy ever come back to him? How was he going to live without her. He needed her badly.
“You will never come back to Italy?” asked Bernardo.
Did she detect a note of sadness? Oh no, but then Bernardo was a man who did not know what sadness was or how to miss a woman, who loved him t
o pieces.
“No Bernardo. Italy has too many sad memories that I would wish to put behind me, except for the loss of my parents,” she said. She knew she hit a very sensitive spot by saying what she did.
‘It’s your wish Kathy. True I do not have any control over you know,” said Bernardo, playing the ditched, sad lover.
The baby chose to stretch its limbs, as it kicked her smartly on the side of her belly. Kathy smiled and felt her belly. It was as if the baby knew she was speaking to its father. An arrogant father who stewed in his wealth and expected women to fall at his knees at the snap of his fingers.
“Little one, Daddy called just now, my baby,” said Kathy. She always spoke to her baby, especially at nights and as if the little fellow understood, he nudged her now and again, as if joining her conversation with him.
Aunt Margie came up to her room with a glass of warm milk and cookies. This was Kathy’s favorite snack before bedtime.
“What did Bernardo say?” she asked looking inquiring at Kathy.
“Nothing much. He wanted to know whether I would return to Italy and I said no,” said Kathy.
“Did you tell him about the baby?” asked Aunt Margie.
“Of course not,” said Kathy.
“But darling, he needs to know, doesn’t he?” asked Aunt Margie.
“No he does not need to know,” said Kathy firmly.
Sighing Aunt Margie left the room.
Kathy began to sew little baby shirts and pillow cases. She embroidered them beautifully with characters from nursery rhymes and Disneyland. She spoke to her little one, as she sewed. She always felt her baby listened to her, as it gave her a nudge now and then.
Kathy was flipping through a copy of the Hi magazine, which had mostly photographs of the elite. She stopped mid-air turning the page, when her eyes came in contact with a photograph of Bernardo and Celina. Celina was almost wrapped around Bernardo’s arm, as she looked up at him adoringly. Tears sprang from Kathy’s eyes, as she saw how lovingly Bernardo looked back at Celina.
What was Bernardo playing at? What was his game? Did he want to have the good fortune of enjoying both worlds at the same time?
Kathy showed Aunt Margie the photograph.
“This is his game Aunt Margie. This is the woman who brought forth his son Adriano,” said Kathy tears gathering in pools in her eyes.
Aunt Margie did not know what to say. It was there in print, where Celina looked up adoringly at Bernardo and he returned her gaze as his hand encircled below her waist. Kathy took the magazine and put it away. She was going to confront Bernard with it, if she ever met him or if he ever called again. A mixture of anger and disappointment engulfed her.
Kathy’s thoughts of Bernardo and Celina quickly faded away, when the little one chose to stretch one of its legs. No doubt, the place he slept in was getting to small for him. Kathy patted her belly as if to reassure her little boy that in a month’s time he would be out of there and sleeping in a cradle beside her bed.
Kathy was getting huge and she waddled like a duck around the house. Her Aunt and Uncle, Derika and Denham were so nice to her and looked after all her needs.
It was Sunday morning and Kathy was helping Aunt Margie prepare breakfast, when she almost doubled up as a pain shot through her spine. It receded as fast as it came. Aunty Margie noticed the strain on Kathy’s face.
“Kathy are you okay?” she asked.
Kathy nodded and doubled up against as a second contraction, worse than the first came back and this time lingered for a few seconds before it receded.
“No you are not okay,” said Aunt Margie, shouting for Denham to bring the car to the porch. The next moment Denham was speeding towards Memorial Hospital, with Kathy and Aunt Margie in the backseat. Aunt Margie had telephone Dr. Brandon, who had alerted the hospital. No sooner Denham pulled into the hospital emergency section, the nurses whisked Kathy into the Labor Room of the hospital.
Aunty Margie and Denham sat in the reception holding hands. Aunt Margie prayed that everything will be fine and Kathy would have an easy delivery.
“Mum, Kathy’s going to be okay. Right?” asked Denham. This was all new to him.
“Yes of course, she is,” said his mother.
Half an hour later Dr. Brandon came out of the Labor Room smiling at Aunty Margie and Denham.
“You have a fine little boy in there. Eight pounds six ounces,” he said grinning.
“Can we see Kathy now?” asked Aunt Margie.
“Give my team half an hour until Kathy is made presentable and taken to her room with her baby boy,” said Dr. Brandon as he disappeared into his office.
Kathy and her baby were taken to the room on the 7th floor of the hospital. Aunt Margie and Denham were overjoyed when they saw the baby. He had jet black hair and beautiful black eyes, which Aunt Margie thought was just like his father. He had his mother’s color and dimpled chin.
Kathy and baby Josh came home the following day. Derika and Denham had decorated the house with blue and white balloons and streamers. The house looked very festive and Kathy was touched by the king gesture of her two cousins.
Kathy was never in want of assistance to look after Josh. Even Uncle Benedict chipped in by shaking a rattle at Josh to calm the little fellow down. Kathy wanted Derika and Denham to be Josh’s godparents and they were thrilled.
That evening Bernardo called. It was as if by instinct, as if he knew his son had come home. Aunt Margie was babysitting that evening, as Kathy and her two cousins had gone out to meet Father Antony the local church priest, to discuss the baptism of Josh
“Hello is Kathy in?” asked Bernardo.
“No, Bernardo, she just went out,” said Aunt Margie.
At that moment Josh decided to make a gurgling sound as he sat perched on Aunt Margie’s hip.
“Is that a baby I hear?” asked Bernardo.
Aunt Margie nearly dropped the telephone receiver she was holding.
‘Yes, Susan, a niece of mine left her baby in my care, as she had to see her doctor,” said Aunty Margie. She hated lying, but to a fair extent it was true.
“Okay I will not keep you on the phone for too long. Tell Kathy I called,” he said and rang off.
For some reason Bernardo felt uneasy. He kept hearing the gurgling sound the baby made. Was it paternal instinct that made him think of that sound and the baby?
When Kathy came home Aunt Margie told her about Bernardo’s phone call and also how little Josh nearly gave the game away.
Chapter 4
However much Bernardo misses Kathy, he also missed fucking a woman. Bernardo wants a woman, but where can he find one at short notice? He never went back to the women he slept with before. That was a principle he stood by and never deviated, however much the need pestered him to.
Bernardo parks his car in the Hilton car park and walks to the bar.
“Alec, get me a Scotch on the Rocks,” said Bernardo, as Alec the bar-keeper rushes to get his drink.
Glancing around he notices a Negro girl seated at the end of the bar on a high stool. She smiles at him and he could swear he saw her wink.
In a few moments, the Negro girl had sidled her way towards him and was not seated two stools away.
“Hi honey, I am Stella,” said the girl.
“Hi, the name’s Bernardo,” he said.
She whispers in his ear.
“Your place or mine or a room here?”
Bernardo feels a hard on coming. Going to his place or hers was out of the question and he walked over to the reception and booked a room in the hotel.
Stella and he entered the lift and rode up to the seventh floor. Stella was a buxom woman as all Negro women are.
No sooner the door was closed behind them she planted her lips on Bernardo’s and gave him a deep sensual kiss that he returned with even gusto. Stella’s nipples were now straining against her silk blouse and Bernardo almost ripped her blouse. She wore a white lace bra and her dark skin made Bernardo’s penis
throb in excitement. It strained against his boxer shorts and he almost came when Stella gave it a squeeze.
“Hey honey, this game needs two of us. I want to see you naked and the majestic penis you seem to have,” said Stella.
Bernardo lost no time in removing his clothes and he stood naked, as Stella removed her bran and panty. She was beautiful.
Her 38D tits stood out proud with its erect hardened nipples almost an inch in size and standing out like bullets. Bernardo latched on to them kissing, nipping, sucking and biting as Stella squirmed at the assault he was giving her. What pleasure, she thought. If he could make her excited by sucking on to her nipples, his cock inside would be heaven.
Bernardo kissed his way down to her mound, which was clean shaven and opening her lips, he latched on to her engorged clitoris, which was also like a bullet peaking out of a double barrel gun. Licking and sucking her clitoris, Bernardo raised his hands and squeezed her tits. Stella was in seventh heaven as she shuddered and squirted her juices over his face.
Pushing her onto the bed, Bernardo positioned his cock and plunged into Stella.
“Oh sweetheart, you are so big and oh I want you to fuck me good… Ummmmm that’s it Bernardo, fuck me, oh god fuck me hard, I am commming,” she screamed as Bernardo let out a piercing growl and shot his juices in to her.
Stella pushed Bernardo on to his back and straddled him in a sixty nine position, where her throbbing clitoris was position just above his mouth. He latched on to it greedily and she took his now enlarged cock into her mouth and sucked him. In the meantime Bernardo played with her tits, pulling her nipples. Stella bucked into his mouth and ground her mound on it. They screamed together in total satisfaction, as they both came.
“Honey do you fuck anal?” she asked Bernardo.
“Do you want me to?” asked Bernardo running him forefinger through her bums.
She got on her all fours and Bernardo position his cock entering her in one thrust.
Stella screamed, as she had never had a cock as big as Bernardo’s in her backside before. He fucked her hard and played with her clitoris until she came.
They were both spent at the end of it and Bernardo showered and left before Stella did.
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