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?”

at the ceiling, swipes a hand through his hair…. His indecision clear. He doesn’t know how to explain this to his narrow-minded, blinker-eyed

not everyone lives the same

Is this wise?

murder in his eyes. “What? What the fuck’s it to do with you, Kirstie? It’s none of your

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

protest my words, then apparently think better of it. James is pulling on his pants, watching me in slit-eyed silence. Charlotte simply stands, wide-eyed, enveloped in her sheet, lips

you do, or the way you think they should.”

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

haven’t you noticed the

rings? What are you talking

of rings; one set like Michael’s and the

and white gold spirals; then at James, who also holds up his left hand, displaying a ring in intertwined red and yellow gold. Ben

forehead, I see Ben dismiss the evidence of what he is seeing. He stalks towards

would ignore it when another

you think you see, might not be the

it be? One man

hell do

the emotional

hand on his arm. “Ben…”

you suggesting?” Ben says, his eyes fixed

should have

how could I?

against the wall. Flustered, I look away. “I don’t know what to say to you, Ben. Look at what’s in front

something like that and then just pretend you didn’t. What did you mean, she’s

mean, you wear someone’s ring because it…. it…. it binds you to

me with sheer loathing. “That’s disgusting. How dare you

interrupt again, “Ben…,” and