Page 44 of Double Devotion

“It doesn’t seem that you’re too fond of her, am I right?”

“Fond? Are you kidding? Very far from it. Very far.” He becomes sullen.

“Why?”

“Because I hate fake people who love themselves more than anything else.”

“She must be stunning, is she?”

“Naturally,” he replies. “But she’s an exceptionally shallow person. After their mother killed herself, Michael took care for her like both a mother and father. They’re very close. His father was too busy with his political career and abandoned his duties as a father, to say the least.”

“Why did his mother kill herself? If you don’t mind telling me, of course.”

“It’s alright, it’s no secret. His father neglected them. He’d leave her alone in a huge house with two children, he’d use her for his political agendas, take her money for his advancement. She came from a very wealthy family, an old Jewish family from the States. They were practically an empire. She was looking for love and warmth, and he was probably looking for wealth and status. She was such a gorgeous woman! But it seems that, aside from their mutual attraction and interests, they didn’t have much in common. The more the gap between their image and real life grew, the more depressed she became. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and committed suicide.

“Michael had to grow up overnight. His whole world collapsed. It was important for him to take care of Michelle, attend to her, and be there for her. He’d always protect and speak for her, covering up all her faults.” My heart exploded with compassion for Michael, who was absolutely wonderful.

“In any case, they’re extremely close. But sadly, he probably only made things worse. She thinks she’s entitled to everything and she’s relentless. She manipulates people, refuses to change her ways and never grows up. She’ll always be a hypocritical, spoiled and self-absorbed six-year-old.”

“Poor thing! It’s hard losing a mother. It’s cruel. It must have had a huge impact on her personality.” I take a softer approach.

“She’s a ruthless narcissist, an immoral, vindictive liar who manipulates everyone. She’s so self-centered, she can’t help but be at the center of attention. In short, I don’t like her, to put it mildly.”

“But didn’t you live with her during the time you stayed with Michael?”

“Unfortunately,” he nods. “She’d sneak in naked to my bed every night. She’d do everything she could to make me touch her and have sex with her. And I mean everything! I’ve been through so much with her, you have no idea. I feel nothing but anger and contempt for her.”

“So, you didn’t sleep with her because of that, or because she’s his sister?”

“Sam,” he cuts me off. “Could you stop beating around the bush? I can’t read between the lines, and I have no interest in talking about Michelle.”

“He told me that she wants you and has been in love with you forever.”

“And? Do I have to love and fuck every woman who wants me?” He looks at me skeptically. “There were a couple of times that I was tempted; I am a man, after all. But I’d stop myself before anything happened, because I didn’t want to hurt her. I’ve always known she wasn’t for me. I didn’t want to risk it and lose Michael. I explained everything to him. He’s aware of it all and respects the fact that I’m not into her. That’s why he tries to keep her as far away from me as possible.”

“Do you think that this whole affair could have a negative impact on our relationship? Let us not forget that I’ve already betrayed him,” I become sullen. He falls silent and ponders to himself.

“Okay, I might not be speaking clearly enough,” he finally concluded. “So, please go to the bedroom and wait there for me, completely naked. I’ll be right there.”

“Are you crazy? What does that have to do with anything?” I struggle to comprehend.

“Go on,” he shows me the way out.

Confused and annoyed, I leave the office and submissively walk towards the bedroom. I remove my clothes and apply a fragrant body lotion, comb my hair and slip into the huge bed, then hide under the luxurious blanket. He walks into the room right after me, dims the lights, takes off his clothes, gets into bed and lies next to me.

“Sam,” he caresses my body, smells and faintly kisses the nook between my ear and the back of my neck, spreading warm kisses down my ribs and my buttocks. I immediately melt. I completely forget our previous conversation. Damn it, he’s so hot, how could I waste our time together and be mad at him?

“Are you enjoying me touching you?” he surprises me, as he suddenly stops and looks at me fondly.

“Of course I am, but why do you ask?”

“Just because. Do I look like someone who can feign intimacy? You must probably think I’ve reached such a level of openness and intimacy with other women in the past, and that they also enjoyed all these treats. However, what the two of us have – that’s pretty rare, my precious one. I’d usually make women do anything I wanted, without breaking a sweat. But now I want to do those things to you, understand? When I’m inside your body, I feel as though we are one, as hard-core as that may be. Sex to me is just sex. Why would I risk my relationship with Michael for something that isn’t real?” He smiles straight into my eyes. “Perhaps now you understand?”

I smile and immediately pounce on him.

“You’re so dear to me,” I caress his face.

“You’re very dear to me, too! That’s why I’m willing to make sacrifices for this relationship. Otherwise, trust me, I wouldn’t have dared! In any case, it’s a good thing that you brought it up. Because she’s ruthless; when she’s here for a visit, it’s an absolute catastrophe. She’s capable of walking around the house half-naked and following me everywhere. She lies constantly, find all kinds of men and throws herself at them in front of me, as if I care,” he laughs out loud. “I despise those kinds of people. Considering everything she’s been through, she should have been a deeper person, with profound insight. But sadly, she’s mentally ill. She won’t change, unless she realizes she’s a helpless narcissist and needs to see a therapist.”

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