The Second Wife by Melinda Mulera (book club reads .txt) 📗

Chapter 7: Hot Sun

The Saturday morning was burning right through the thick layers of clouds and boiling everything underneath it with great passion. It was nearly as though there was a gaping in the ozone layer and we were all going to fry right off the ground.
 

 

I remained in my backyard in an all strap swimsuit that exposed a little too much but decent enough to hide what it needed to. Something I wouldn't wear at the beach or in front of many strangers because it was too sexual. I didn't like being exposed.
 

 

Linda had sat in the water for nearly an hour now and didn't seem to want to leave it, and yet she was still sweating and I could tell from where I was.
 

 

"Darn it's hot!" She yelled on top of her lungs as she slapped her fists against the water. "Even the water in your pool is warm."
 

 

"Let's tan ourselves until we are crispy from the inside out." I said from the seat I was on and sighed as I looked around, feeling my entire body feel a tardy bit sticky and uncomfortable from all the sweat. "I wish I had an air conditioner. Or a fan right about now."
 

 

"Go get your gan fixed!" She whined and I sighed out as I sat up from the beach. 
 

 

"Let's just go inside." I said as I stood up. "The sun is worse outside."
 

 

"Let's go buy a fan." She said in a mummer as we walked into the house. "We'll boil to death at this rate. I wish we could have a holiday to head over to the beach."
 

 

"Sadly we can't." Sighing out, I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a nice cold glads of water front the water dispenser on the fridge.
 

"Oh right. What happened between you and Mr Bronze? You seen so connected to him. He even took you out." Linda said as she walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. "Something I should know?"

"Well, he's self absorbed. He's spoiled and a rotten man." I said as I placed the glass onto the counter and sighed as I glanced at the ground. "He said really dark things about people less than him. He's really.... Cruel. Even his mother is cruel. She called me a local woman!"

"I've seen her before, at the hotel when she was meeting Mr Bronze senior. Every shouldn't even exist in the corridor except her butler and her assistant. It even reached a point where everyone would take a day off when she's expected to visit." I widened my eyes at her as she nodded yo her own words. "She's the most scary compared to Mr Bronze. When she doesn't like something, she tried her best to get rid of it as soon as possible. I heard she even managed to get a child of her own disowned but Mr Bronze senior still considers the child as his. Though the man or boy hasn't been proven to exist, but rumors are speculating about it."

"She was probably disgusted her son was eating with me." I chuckled nervously as I reached my hand into my hair and sighed.

"If Mr Bronze junior liked you, would you date him?" She asked as she turned fully towards me.

"No." I deadpanned and crossed my arms on my chest. "He's too self absorbed."

"Come on, Iris, you literally think everyone is self absorbed. Your mother always texts me asking about when you will have interest in men. She's really concerned with you growing older and haven't ever dated before. At some point she was beginning to question your sexuality and thought me and you had something going behind her back." She whined as she folded her arms on her chest while I felt my face flush at how much Linda had to cope up with my mother who I had decided to ignore because all she was pestering about to me was having a baby. She didn't liked the fact that I was twenty six and not married and pregnant when all my family members had their first children at twenty four.

She couldn't understand that this years, things change and not everyone is good enough to find a person who'd want them. Especially not me.

Even though I would say I'm not unattractive, me being me just seemed to repel a lot of men. Sometimes I had to think of not being me for one day and see how it would turn out.

People hated the real me and the only person who didn't was Linda. My mum was okay with my personality but did not like it when it interfered with my love life.

Though she may be right that I had a bit too much for her and hardly ever been in a relationship before, but she has to know that if I was to fake being someone else, any mab I marry or date wouldn't love the real me. They wouldn't really love me.

I guess that's okay.....

"To be honest, you've had the worst luck when it came to men. But think about it. Mr Bronze seems to like your rudeness, maybe you can play your cards right and score a point with him. After all, he is rich and famous." She shrugged her shoulders with a certain mystic smile on her thin lips as she glanced towards me.

"I don't fancy him." I shrugged my shoulders and leaned into the counter. "Plus, his mother made it seem like I'm not the only woman he's ever eaten with or been seen with." I said as I sighed out. "I doubt he would genuinely like someone. He's somehow perverted." I continued to say and she chuckled lowly.

"Aren't all men perverted in some way?" She asked as she winked at me while tapping away on her screen. "Craig said he'd hook us up at a swimsuit party. But it's a really small party just for friends." She said as she held up her phone to show me a poster of the party. "Maximum twenty people."

"Oooh, I like that." I nodded and she smiled as she was probably texting to her boyfriend Craig. The only couple that I know had been together for sixteen years and aren't yet married. Craig was still trying to get himself on his feet and mostly relied on rich friends to sponsor his projects that keeps failing every now and then. So they can't get married until Craig proves to Linda's father that he can be able to support their own family. He was a school drop out with big plans that never get him anywhere.

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