“Are you kidding me?” Wesley quipped and threw his head back. His chest expanded, squaring his shoulders. His eyes dilated to black. All that remained was a small ring of color around the circumference. His confidence was staggering. He was unlike she had ever seen before. He was more stunning than ever.
“Now you sound like our ex president. Don’t try to use political semantics on me, Doc,” he ordered arrogantly. “Why do you act flippant about everything that’s important?
Allison tried to restrain a nervous giggle. She took him seriously, however, would get giggly as a defensive child when someone was critical of her, especially when their criticism were true. “I don’t. Geez. Relax...that’s just your perception of me.”
“No. It’s reality.”
“So be it...I helped you didn’t I?”
“You have a weak little response to everything—don’t you? And, you don’t give a shit about everyone. You hide in this office—you’re afraid of living your life. Instead you talk psychobabble all day long and kid yourself that you have a lot going on. But, you don’t fool me.”
“Wow, now, tell me what you think about your mother?” She glared into his eyes.
“No. Let’s talk about your father!” He resounded.
They were like two dueling cowboys but neither dared to not shoot below the belt.
“I—I don’t know why you are so bitter. Okay...we had oral sex. It’s not the end of the world.” She leaned back into her chair, tossed her hair back and crossed her legs.
At this point, she’d do anything to make him chill, especially since he brought up her father. Asshole, she thought. She certainly did not want to explore with Wesley the subject of her father.
“Talk. Talk. I am waiting,” she hissed.
“Just so you know—I am not angry because you seduced me but I know Wesley didn’t want this—he is not in control. Trust me. Having sex with you did not trip me up. But, it certainly would good old Wes. When he realizes what happened between you and me,”—He pointed his index finger between his chest and Allison’s—“he is going to go haywire. After that, I have no idea what he will do on a physical level to himself or maybe even you. What we have done to him and his wife is our fault. It’s our responsibility to fix things before it’s out of our hands. You know he suffers terribly from feelings of guilt without any reason. Now you—we sure have given him one helluva reason.”
Allison placed her palm over Wesley’s hand to comfort him. “It’s okay Wesley, I understand how you feel. It was wrong for us to have sex, but I promise I will never tell anyone.”
“No!” He bellowed. “I’m sick of your manipulation.”
“Someone is going to hear you and call the police.” She warned. “You need to control your tone, for both our sakes.” Allison suggested rather soothingly.
Frankly, she really didn’t give a crap if the police hauled him away at this point. Her real concern was that any kind of outside interference could cause Wesley to expose them. Of course, if that happened she would flat-out deny any unprofessional behavior. She would have no choice to betray him professionally or otherwise.
Wesley glanced toward the door, lowering his voice to a civil tone. “Yeah, no problem. I just need you to understand Wesley really does love his wife and it would kill him to break her heart. It’s not about us. It’s about Wesley. Surely, you know what this will do to him, Allison?” He questioned.
Dang he is in denial, Allison thought, smirking on the inside. Or a good liar! Would a man go as far as making up a dual-personality to cover his ass for cheating? Probably. More than likely hell, yes he would! If he wanted to play like he caught a sudden case of schizophrenia, so be it. This usually only happened to people in their early twenties and Wesley was well beyond his twenties, more like pushing forty. He didn’t fool her.
Allison hung her head, remorsefully, using her acting skills again of course. Her patient needed to see her as human and, if that bought his silence, she would oblige him.
“I do understand. Trust me. I do. I would never do anything intentionally to hurt you—Wesley...or whoever, you are right now,” she forcefully uttered.
Her hair hung down hiding her face. When she finished speaking, she flipped her head up and around. Her hair followed in the movement, flying into the air. It seemed to move in slow motion. The waves of silk settled perfectly, coiling around her gorgeous face. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. How could someone so beautiful be so damaged? He thought.
***
The man who claimed he was not Wesley observed her for a prolonged moment in silence. The memory of her long red burgundy colored hair cascading against his groin excited him again. His manhood was aroused at the mere thought of her naked and on her knees moments earlier.
Her pale fingers slowly traveled down the plane of his muscular chest, unzipping his jeans and unfurled his straining manhood. Her firm grip barely fit around the circumference of his expanding shaft. She encircled the smooth head of his penis with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes appraised his delicious vessel, surely sizing him up.
This dame sure knew her way around a man’s equipment. He immediately swelled against the warm moist touch of her full lips as she wrapped her kisses around him and slid him into the chasm of her mouth. In slow circular motions, her lips twisted up and down on his hardened length, chased by her tongue as she opened her mouth wider to engulf every inch of him in her wet embrace. Her head bobbed as her body thrashed about him like a wild alley cat in heat devouring her prey.
It startled Allison when she seen Wesley’s eyes roll upward into his forehead. She leaned in closer to examine him. “Wesley,” she said. His expression was motionless.
“Wesley, Wesley. Are you okay?” She waved her hands in front of his face, as he stared into space, catatonically. “Oh my God, Wesley, can you hear me?” Her tone sounded panicky.
She grasped his shoulders and shook him ferociously. No response. “Snap out of it,” she demanded, slapping him on his cheek.
There was a delayed response. Finally, a grin flashed on his face, jaw clenched, he blinked, and exhaled deeply. Then he just stared into thin air. Suddenly, he raised his hands, tousling them through her long hair and pushed her head into his crotch.
“What the fuck, Wesley, what is wrong with you?” She yelled slapping his hands from her tousled waves.
The sound of Allison’s voice captured Wesley’s attention. His body shuddered, releasing the sultry apparition.
“Nothing, I—” He smiled broadly. Why bother explaining, he thought. If he told her he was reminiscing about their salacious act, surely he would not accomplish what he came to do. He knew he had to stay focused at least until he had finished telling her his story.
“God Wesley, you scared me. I was trying to tell you I understand—and suddenly you looked like you were having a flipping seizure or something else—.” She raised a brow suspiciously.
“I am fine, and I hope you mean what you said.” He lowered his head, looking up at her beneath his dark brows. “And call me Channing.” He said and the rugged sexy lines in the corners of his eyes relaxed.
“Oh, I do, Channing,” she buzzed, yielding to his alter ego. “Continue why don’t you?”
He appeared to be stabilizing from his fit. So, she didn’t mind listening to him at this point. The sound of his voice was hypnotizing.
***
They both had their own agendas. Channing’s to restore the fate of Wesley’s marriage and Allison’s to protect her reputation. Neither one of them trusted each other.
“It is Wesley’s undying love for his wife why I choose him as my host. He is a good man. Now, we have gone and fucked it up for him.” He hesitated, “Allison, I see the confusion and doubt in your eyes.”
“Well, this all sounds a little far-fetched to me—you are telling me you are an entity living inside of Wesley’s body?” Her pitch heightened. “I mean how am I supposed to believe this? You have to admit, it sounds a litt
le crazy,” she exhausted.
Allison’s words were not meant to offend him, but of course, he was behaving neurotically. Besides, what man in his right mind wouldn’t want a little naughty on the side with no strings attached and with no possibility of getting caught? There were only two answers to that question—either he was a man filled to the brim with guilt or a crazy man. The answer was staring her straight in the face.
“I am not crazy and neither is Wesley. In my opinion, you have been taking advantage of him...in more ways than you did today.”
Allison flashed her unusual colored eyes laced with flecks of yellow at him. She did not like what Wesley was implying. Even if it were true, hearing it out loud angered her. Her mouth hung open, shocked by his forwardness to judge her so harshly. Or so she appeared to be.
“Really, how so?” She questioned. A perplexing expression crossed her pale, dewy and unblemished face. She looked so childlike, naive and innocent. Her coy guise did not faze him.
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know Wesley has major guilt issues.”
She interrupted, speaking over him. “Hello. Newsflash,” she quipped, sarcastically.
He ignored her. “And you are trying to capitalize on them. When he tries to do what’s right but fails in the slightest, as we all do, he comes running to you for help. You have milked him long enough, Missy.”
“Milked him?” She slashed out. “Are you kidding me?”
“Yeah milked, Babydoll. Pardon the pun,” he retorted, narrowing his eyes to slits.
“You have no right to judge me. Do you know how pathetic he can be? If Wesley—” Allison words were suspended in midair. She could not believe she was entertaining his second self.
Allison smirked. “If Wesley merely glances at another woman’s cleavage, aside from his wife’s, he freaks out. Wesley cannot compartmentalize the lustful daydreams he has about having sex with other women. This is something he deals with on a daily basis. It’s eating him up. And, it’s getting out of control. The extent of his guilt is beyond human.”
Allison continued to reel off the list of Wesley’s weakness on each one on her fingers.
“He has now turned to wearing dark sunglasses at night to avoid seeing the faces of other beautiful woman. They can’t even go out to dinner anymore without him getting deathly ill. He literally throws-up if a server happens to be an attractive woman. Fuck, he took all the TVs out of his house and avoids computers, magazine covered in sexy women...and there’s so much more.”
“Hum...I admit I have seen him go over board at times...but why would you let him come running to you? You’re the epitome of sex kitten in high-heels. Tell me, how does seeing you help Wesley’s condition?”
His eyes penetrated into Allison’s. She stared hard-pressed back into his challenging mien.
“Answer me!” He roared. His voice diffused her senses, which sent Allison into a blinding tizzy.
“Because I help him—you, I have helped you, Wesley. Stop this nonsense! I only thought if you had sex with me, it would knock you to your senses. You have not been an easy case. I was at my wits end with you,” she huffed. “Do you know how hard it is to watch you whine about feeling guilty for lusting over women? This is normal, Wesley! My god, you are a gorgeous man. Most men would kill to look like you. And they certainly would take advantage of your—. Geez! The truth is men are meant to spread their seed.
“So, get over it Wesley and quit trying to be a fucking saint! Now that you have gotten what you have wanted all along you are trying to put the blame on me for your indiscretions. Well, you can forget about it. I did this to help you. Quit pissing your life away and trying to blame others for your guilt. Go bang the hell out of your wife tonight for all I care. I just thought we had something special. But, I was wrong. Please, just leave me alone,” Allison shrilled.
“You are being selfish and you know it...the sex was for you,” he bellowed, his voice resonated around her.
“I am done with this,” Allison resounded, pushing upright to stand. She felt immobilized and could not move. “The way I conduct my business is none of your business!” She struggled to stand. “Why can’t I move?”
“And, the way I conduct mine is none of yours. Now, calm down. Until I am done explaining a few things you are going to sit still and listen. Understand?”
“Fine, I’ll give you ten minutes.” She retorted as she wiggled, examining the seat of the chair in utter disbelief that she could not physically move. “Did you put some kind of glue on my chair?”
“That’s ridiculous. Sit still, listen and then I will go.”
“Hello, I am listening.” Her tone was cold and her demeanor a bit distracted, tracing her fingers over the exposed edges of the chair. She could not figure out what kind of force was holding her to the seat of the chair.
“Thank you. Absorb what I am saying to you. I entered Wesley’s body a few days ago; it’s not the first time I have done this during my existence here on earth. I guess you could call me an entity.”
“Oh Lord, here we go,” Allison piped in.
“Do not interrupt me until I am finished,” he said with agitation in his tone.
“Finish,” she buzzed, throwing her hands into the air.
“I am not someone that has died before but rather someone that was tired of living the way I was and hurting others all the time. So, I left my body. Picture an out of body experience.”
“Wesley, this is preposterous.” Allison protested, still preoccupied trying to lift her ass from the chair.
“No, you must hear me out. This time I choose Wesley, as I previous said, because he’s a good man. I wanted to know what it felt like to live a pure, clean life instead of taking advantage of women as I always have done before. Of course this wasn’t always my fault but, nonetheless, I used woman. I am cursed.”
Allison tried to interrupt him again, “Wesley...”
“I am not Wesley! What do I have to do other than fuck you to convince you of this?” He raised his voice, causing Allison to lean backwards.
“Please, Wesley...I mean—Channing,” she reluctantly said. “This sounds crazier than anything you have shared before. I believe you are having a mental breakdown or something. I can’t imagine that you are developing a split personally.” Her eyes wandered upward, contemplating the thought. “You really don’t fit the protocol. I can prescribe you something to help you get past this. In a few days you will forget this—we ever happened.”
“Don’t count on it.” He contested. “I am telling you this to protect you too.”
“Protect me?” She asked then rambling on. “Wesley, I am sure you are tired of being the good guy always. Just because we crossed the line, you are making up this elaborate story in order to relieve your guilty feelings,” she evoked.
“That is not what this is about. Damn, you are thick.”
“Oh, of course, your wife.” Her eyes shifted to the side and back. “Don’t worry, I promised I would never tell your wife. What we did was for medicinal reasons.” She appraised him up and down. “It will never go beyond these office walls. Believe me. Okay? Consider it therapy,” she said, pausing. “Please, just go home and love your wife, forget this ever happened between us.” She pleaded.
“No, I can’t. I am protecting you from what he might do. Don’t you know what he is capable of?”
“No.” she exhaled long. “You mean—I am not sure, what?”
“Well, I am. Despite that he is a good man, like all good men he can—will go off the deep end.”
“Please, okay I get it. I just thought,” she stuttered. “Do you mean he will hurt me?” Her voice was riddled with fear.
Allison’s previous concerns about being exposed were replaced with trepidation. She knotted her fingers together. A feeling of panic rushed to her limbs. Was Wesley capable of hurting her physically? She never imagined he would commit a ghastly act but sane people have been known to. Her mind raced.
“Please Channing...Do
you really think I am in danger?” Her words trailed off.
Out of the blue, he stood up and began to head toward the door. Then, Wesley stopped dead in his tracks and turned on his heels back toward her. He could see she was clearly upset, fisting her hands together and her face was flushed. It would not be fair to mislead her, even though he believed she deserved to sweat.
“No. Wesley would not hurt anyone.”
“Oh, thank God,” Allison exhaled out a sigh of relief.
“Only himself. Would you want be responsible for that?” he implored.
“No,” Allison cried.
“You have to learn to take responsibility, Doc,” he uttered, rather loudly, pacing the room and then took a seat again in the chair opposite of Allison.
“I will...I will. But what does this have to do with me? Us? I mean your story? How do you expect me to help you?”
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