Chapter 3 Two

Rachel walked briskly toward the back of the school. There was no visible human presence there, only peppers, watermelons, eggplants, bay trees, and other plants.

"Mr Balder," Rachel called quietly.

She stepped forward, looking for the man who had invited him. "Mr Balder," She called again. Suddenly, her eyes were covered by a piece of cloth. Rachel shrieked. Her hands were tied behind her back in vain and then pushed against the wall. Kisses were pouring down on her.

"Ansel!" screamed Rachel.

A man with a posture of 180 cm, muscular results from lifting weights in a private gym, caresses her. His hand cupped the chin of the woman in front of him.

"Ansel," the woman called out loudly.

A muffled moan escaped his sensual lips. "Rachel, I want you!"

There was no sound as warm as a cappuccino in the music room. Now, his deep voice was passionate, as fierce as a jaguar. Ansel kissed Rachel and then looked into the jet-black eyes he missed.

"When are you going to change your name to Rachel Balder?"

Rachel looked away instead. That question again. The answer will always be the same.

"Marry me. Divorce that is dying, man," ordered Ansel.

"I can't. You know that, Ansel."

"What do you expect from him? I see he's just a nuisance."

Rachel shook her head. "I swear, Ansel Balder. I have sworn to be faithful in good and evil, rich and poor, healthy and sick before the priest."

Ansel laughed mockingly. "But you've made love to me. What's loyal, Rach? Don't be a hypocrite. We are both satisfied, and there's no need to hide from anything. Look at you now; even to get biological needs, you have to have a hard stone floor," he said as he pushed aside the leaves—strawberries from Rachel's hair.

"If I leave Ethan, who will take care of it?"

"You don't think I have enough money to pay the best doctors and nurses?"

Rachel was silent. I have so many memories of them when they were both in college. Memories that unite the bond of marriage and glue to this moment.

"I'm tired of being second, Rach," insisted Ansel getting impatient. "

"Then find another woman." Rachel was furious.

"You know I can't. You're my first love. I've been waiting for you for ten years."

"Sorry, and thanks," Rachel said. She was wrong for having an affair behind her husband's back, but Ethan's diabetes killed his passion and manhood. Her husband lost the ability to get an erection.

"Rach!" Ansel called out to the woman who came out of the greenhouse.

Dirt... Dirt... Drrtt...

Ansel took his cell phone out of his shirt pocket. "Alisha," repeated Ansel with dignity.

"Mr Balder, Mr Tjia has arrived." Ansel Balder frowned.

Ah, he forgot his promise to the Royal Florida Orange Farm owner.

"I'll be here in about two hours. Prepare the meeting room."