Anatole’s Visitor

Anatole’s Visitor

Anatole was out in the garage tinkering with his antique car when Dena walked through the door, startling him. He had left the study where he had been remembering that dreadful day when her father had shown up at his place to tell her that she had lied about her age. He had come here to occupy his time and mind with something he enjoyed doing. And, here she was intruding.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“We need to talk.”

“Talk about what?”

“Us.”

“There is no us.”

“How long are you going to punish me for lying to you about my age?”

“I’ve told you before I’m not punishing you.”

“But that’s what it feels like, Anatole.”

“How does it feel like I’m punishing you?”

“You’re cold towards me and you seem to enjoy rubbing the fact that you’re dating other women.”

“How do you expect me to be towards you?”

“I don’t blame you for being angry with me because I lied to you. If I were in your place, I would be angry too but how long are you going to hold it against me? How long are you going to make me pay for it? How long are you going to hurt me?”

“Hurt you? What about you hurting me? I trusted you, Dena. I believed you when you said you were eighteen. I couldn’t believe when your father told me that you were sixteen.”

“I was really upset with him for threatening to have you arrested if you didn’t leave Zimbabwe or if I didn’t stop seeing you.”

“How did he find out about us, by the way? Did you tell him?”

“No, I didn’t tell him. One of his friends saw us together and told him. He confronted me and I admitted that you and I were dating. He got really mad and told me that he was going to call and report you to the police. I begged him not to. He said that he wouldn’t report you if I swore that I would never see you again so I swore that I wouldn’t but then, he said that he would also get you to leave Zimbabwe for good. I don’t think he trusted me to stay away from you. He came to see me after he saw you and he told me that you were going to leave Zimbabwe. I bawled my eyes out because I was never going to see you again.”

“Would you have bawled your eyes out if I had ended up in prison on account of you?”

“I don’t think that my father would have gone through with it. He only threatened to do it because he wanted me to break up with you. He wasn’t much of a father and yet he blamed my mother and accused her for not being more strict with me.”

“He’s your father and he wanted what was best for you. If I were in his shoes, I too would have had a problem with my daughter having sex with a man my age.”

“It wasn’t just sex, Anatole. We made love and it was amazing.”

“I don’t want to talk about the past anymore. It’s behind us.”

“Is that why you’ve moved on and are dating again? Is it serious between this woman and you?”

“I’m not dating her or anyone.”

“How come?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“You said you fell in love with me. Has that changed?”

“Dena…”

“And when I asked how you would you feel if I started dating again, you said that it was my life and I can do whatever I want with it. Is that how you really feel? It really won’t bother you if I dated?”

His expression darkened. “What do you want me to say, Dena? That it would bother the hell out of me if you dated another guy?”

“Would it?”

“What do you think?”

“Are you still in love with me, Anatole?”

He glared at her. “Yes, I’m still in love with you. Are you satisfied?”

“Oh, Anie…” Heart pounding, she walked over to him and put her arms around him.

His hands immediately went up to push her away. “Don’t…” he muttered thickly. His chest was heaving as he fought to control his feelings. When she removed her arms and drew back, he thought she was going to put some distance between them but to his shock, she raised his vest and pressed her lips against his bare skin. “Dena…” he moaned, closing his eyes. His heart and pulse were racing and his body was on fire. Her lips felt so good. She always knew how to drive him wild.

Dena pulled back and gazed up into his flushed face. When he opened his eyes, she asked breathlessly, “Do you want me to stop?”

Muttering something in French, he clasped her head at the nape, tugged it back roughly so that he could devour her mouth. Dena clung to him, kissing him back fiercely as desire consumed her.

For several minutes, they kissed wildly, passionately, then, he picked her up and carried her into the mansion.