You love me (BETRAYAL)

 He kissed her archly and hungrily.

Menella woke up as her alarm clock rang. She stretched, and since her eyes were still sleepy, she remembered that she had been up almost all night writing applications to different sites and TV channels that needed workers. But it was morning now, and she had to go to her regular job. Even though her body craved more rest, she had to resist. She removed her dress, grabbed a towel, and entered the bathroom. A few minutes later, she was done. Then, she put on her regular clothes and headed to the dining room for breakfast.

Her grandma was still in the kitchen. "Good morning!" Menella turned toward her. "Good morning, Menella! Are you all set for work?" Menella went to help her with breakfast. "How many times will I correct you on the way to fry an egg?" She took the spoon from her grandma and started to stir the eggs. "This is how you do it, Grandma, not your old traditional way." 

"Oh, so I cook the traditional way now?" Menella smiled at her. "You know you do, and I do love your cooking—apart from the egg frying," she teased. Her grandma walked out of the kitchen. "Whatever. When you're done frying the eggs, meet me at the dining table." Menella smiled as she left, thinking that she might have upset her—her grandma had never liked being corrected.

When she was done, she took the food to the dining table where her grandma was already waiting. She placed it down, sat, and then reached out to her. "Okay, let's pray and eat. I don't want to be late for work." Her grandma smiled as she took her hand. "It's called grace before meals." They closed their eyes as her grandma held her hands; she was a devoted Christian who loved to pray. 

"Oh, Righteous Father, we thank you for this day and this meal. We also pray that as we eat today, you bless us and that this food nourishes us…" (And just then, the mood of her prayer changed.) "And oh, Righteous Father, I thank you for my girl Menella and the guy she is with. Oh, Lord, I ask that you keep them together. I pray his love for her is genuine and that they remain together, marry, and have kids. Amen, amen." She let go of Menella's hands as she opened her eyes. Menella knew the guy her grandma was praying about; it was the one who took her to the hospital after she fainted in the rain. But why was her grandma so concerned about him, and why had she called him handsome? Menella could recall that she hadn't seen him in person—only heard his voice on a phone call. It had been two days, and she had forgotten she had even met the guy. 

"Aren't you going to eat?" her grandma asked, seeing that she was not touching her food. "I thought you wanted to leave for work early." (She smiled.) "Or are you thinking about him?" Menella blinked at her. "Do you know if he is handsome? You didn't even see his face!" Her grandma nodded. "Ha! So you are thinking about him. You know I can sense a lot of things, especially concerning men and women. I know when one is in love, and I know my Menella well. She will only fall for a good-looking guy, and I perceived wealth around him." Menella shook her head. "Yet you did not see him!" Her grandma just smiled. 

"Oh, girl, you know so little about your grandma. You see, when I was your age, I received a gift from God—the gift to perceive. And even today, I still have that gift. Just by hearing his voice, I could tell he was handsome and wealthy. Besides, how can a poor man buy his woman such expensive dresses?" 

"I am not his woman, Grandma," Menella said, ignoring her. She started eating, but her grandma didn't give up. "Well, I would love to see him again. Invite him for a meal; I want to get to know him better." Menella said nothing and just continued eating her food in a hurry. "Oh, you don't want to talk now? Okay, it's fine. I know I will still meet the fine young man soon. Oh, I can sense it in my spirit. He is the one for you; he is your soulmate, your one true love." 

At last, she could no longer hold herself back. She burst out without hesitation, "Enough, Grandma! I don't even know him; he is a stranger I met that day! And right now, that thing called love does not exist in my dictionary!" After saying this, she grabbed her bag and left the house without saying another word to her grandma.

***

Hosea could barely contain himself. Beatrice leaned in and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him as she sat on his lap. Hosea felt the urge to push her away—it was the right thing to do since she was now married to his father—but a part of him longed for her: to hold her, to kiss her, to touch her. It wasn't love he felt, but something else—passion, lust, desire.

At last, he gave in to his cravings and kissed her back, drawing her close. He leaned back and lay down on the long chair, her so that she was now lying on him. He kissed her hungrily and with intensity.