Choosing Her Lover

Part Three Of‘Choosing Her Lover’

The Gathering of Storm Clouds

Michael charges up the stairs, two at a time. From upstairs comes the sound of uproar: the shriek of a woman’s voice, a male roar of rage, banging and thumping, a crashing noise…. perhaps furniture being overturned?

I hesitate, then follow Michael upstairs. Perhaps I can help to calm down the irate Ben.

Michael bursts through the door at the top of the stairs, sounds of chaos beyond as it swings open. After a hesitation, I follow him.

Charlotte is standing in the far corner of the room, a sheet wrapped around her but obviously naked underneath. Red-haired and demon-green-eyed, her face is livid with rage. She shrieks at Ben who is in his turn, screaming incoherently at James.

James, wrath writ across his features, is naked, his erection still at full mast. Clearly Ben caught the two very much ‘in the moment’. Not that I haven’t seen James in this condition before, at the Club, but right now I feel very inappropriate.

What do I say? James and Charlotte weren’t doing anything they shouldn’t. The three of them have got it arranged between them….

I’ve come into the room behind Michael, but now…. what on earth am I doing here? I retreat into a corner, trying not to be noticed.

Michael, striding up behind his brother, grabs him by the shoulders. “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, Ben?”

Ben swings back to him, his expression amazed. “What am I doing? What about them? I’ve caught your wife and your so-called best mate in the act, and you ask what I’m doing?”

Michael is clearly trying to keep a lid on his fury, but his voice is strained. “As my brother,” he says, “you have many privileges, but bursting into the bedroom on my wife is not one of them.”

Ben’s jaw drops. “You can see what they were doing!” he shouts, waving a hand at James and Charlotte, “And yet it’s me you’re angry at?”

“If you believed there was a problem, perhaps you might have talked with me first? Let me handle it?” asks Michael, his words icy. “This is your answer? To barge in, interfering in my family life?”

Ben gapes at him. “Michael, your wife and…. and …. him, have been fucking behind your back. Why are you angry with me?”

his hair…. His indecision clear.

everyone

Is this wise?

the fuck’s it to do with you,

both my advice and wishes. You made it my business. So, you can damn well listen

James is pulling on his pants, watching me in slit-eyed silence. Charlotte simply stands, wide-eyed, enveloped in her sheet, lips parted, her

everyone lives the same way you do, or

talking about?” Ben is red-faced and sweating, the whites

the rings they all

What are you

She’s wearing two sets of rings; one set like Michael’s and the other

at me with an expression of sheer disbelief. Then he looks at Charlotte, who holds up her left hand, with its collection of intricate red, yellow and white gold spirals; then at James, who also holds up his

I see Ben dismiss the evidence of what he is seeing. He stalks towards me, his face no longer red. I’ve heard the phrase ‘white with rage’.

brother would ignore it when another

what you think you see,

be? One man making out with another man’s

the hell do

got the

a hand on his arm. “Ben…” Ben brushes him

fixed on me. His voice is low; threat drips from every

Jeez…. I should have

how could I? I’m

the wall. Flustered, I look away. “I don’t

let’s talk about this. You can’t say something like that and then just pretend you didn’t. What did you mean, she’s wearing two sets of

wear someone’s ring because it…. it…. it binds you to that person. Look

me with sheer loathing. “That’s disgusting.

tries to interrupt again, “Ben…,” and is