Chapter Three

The sound of a ringing phone sounded through the room waking Edgar up. His eyes flew open with a groan as the body next to him cuddled closer.

He turned and smiled at the sight before him. He dropped a kiss on top of her head before getting out of bed. He picked his phone up on the way to the bathroom where he called back his Nanny,Cara as it was she who was calling.

He smiled fondly as he waited for her to pick up. She was like a bestfriend to him as she treated him like her a son and a friend.

"Why didn't you come home last night boy??" Cara yelled at the other end of the line making Edgar flinch. The woman was a wounded beast when she was upset or angry

"I was with Monique" He whispered softly

"Ooh really, so you finally got the balls to see her eh" Cara said teasingly

"Nanny!!!" Edgar said flustered

"Aaww are you blushing?" She questioned knowingly

"No!.. Am a grown ass man Nanny. I do not blush. God woman you are impossible"2

"I raised you boy. I know you. Now that i know where you are,i will let you go and continue doing whatever you were doing mmh" she said cooing at the end making Edgar groan.

Cara laughed heartily ending the call before Edgar could talk.

Edgar chuckled. Shaking his head as he set the phone on the counter.

He walked out of the bathroom and back to bed where he towered Monique and started dotting open kisses all over her neck.

Monique moaned loudly as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled shyly at Edgar who was now staring at her with lust filled eyes.

"Good morning" she whispered softly

"Morning babe" Edgar whispered back before crashing his lips back on hers.

He deepened the kiss as her fingers dug into his back. Monique jumped slightly as she felt Edgar harden against her thighs. They made out for a couple of minutes before tearing apart.

Edgar kept his eyes on hers as he slowly settled in between her legs. Nudging them apart. He held their intense lust filled gaze as he entered her gently.

A moan resonated from deep within Monique at the gentleness at which he entered her. She run her fingers through his hair softly before pulling him down for a passionate kiss.

Edgar moved slowly in and out of her to match the pace of their kiss.

They were telling each other everything they couldn't say outrightly through the kiss. It was intense as the room seem to become hotter and steamy.

They laid in bed making love lazily till the sun was high up in the sky before falling back to sleep due to exhaustion.

It was well past noon, when they both woke up. They lay in bed just talking. Getting to know each other further. They were still talking when Monique's stomach grumbled with hunger.

Edgar burst into fits of laughter as Monique threw the covers over her head but squealed when she saw Edgar spotting yet another hard on.

"Horny dog" She muttered under her breath as she got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom forgetting for a moment she was naked as the day she was born.

She turned bright red when Edgar doubled over with laughter. He couldn't help it. She looks so hot when she's flustered.

After they had both showered, they headed downstairs for something to eat since Monique's stomach won't stop grumbling.

Even though Edgar had a spare change of clothes in his car, he decided to put on a pair of basketball shorts he found in Monique's closet. Letting it hung low on his hips.

Leaving a lot to fascinate about. Lunch was a long affair since Mr. Lancaster couldn't keep his hands to himself even if his life depended on it.

He kept touching her, dropping kisses here and there. Smacking her ass. Getting her hot and bothered just so he could see her red and flustered.

After what seemed like a decade, lunch was finally ready. They made small talk as they ate. They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around. Talking about anything and everything.

Later in the evening when Edgar had to go back to his penthouse, he invited Monique to which she readily agreed. The ride back to the penthouse was a silent one.

Not the kind of awkward and tense silence but the kind of comfortable one that relaxed them inwardly.

It wasn't long before Edgar pulled up into a personalized parking lot with his name on top. He parked the car amongs the other numerous ones he owned.

He sneaked a look at Monique only to find her looking at his collection of cars with boredom. His heart burst with joy knowing she wasn't moved by material things but he backtracked for a minute thinking maybe it was because her family was also rich.

He was snapped out of his trance when he heard a car door being opened. He turned only to find Monique stepping out his car. He pulled out his keys after killing the engine.

Locking the car before following her to the private elevator in his parking lot. He entered his access code and studied Monique quietly as they rode up to his penthouse.

Monique's eyes scanned Edgar's penthouse as soon as she was let in. His penthouse was in shades of cream,white and black. The interior decor amazed her as it looked professionally done.

The pieces of arts, crafts and paintings inside the house quickly told Monique the kind of man Edgar is. She made a dash for his kitchen excitedly making Edgar laugh. She was awed by his kitchen. She always had a soft spot for kitchens.

Strange yes but that was her. Her eyes were still roaming when She caught sight of a note stuck on the fridge. She walked stoicly to it with a frown on her face seeing as Edgar once told her he lived alone. She peeled it off and her frowned deepened as she read it. It said;

I left food enough for two in the fridge. I waited because i wanted to see you but our boys arrived impromptly and i had to go see them. You know how they get when they realize they are home alone. I will call you in the morning. Take care honey.

Love,

Cara.

Edgar stood at the entrance with an amused smile on his face as he watched the series of emotions flickering on Monique's face.

She was fuming way before she started reading the note and he could only guess why. He knew the note was from Cara because she was the only person he knew that liked leaving notes behind.

He waited for Monique to throw her tantrum but after watching silently for five good minutes without her saying anything, he turned to leave.

He stopped midstep when he heard Monique's voice.

"You have kids with another woman??" She yelled in anger4

Edgar chuckled trying to hold his laughter. He had just opened his mouth to explain when Monique spoke again

"You find this funny? You told me you lived alone and i believed you. But yet there was another woman here waiting for you since last night. I can't believe i was so stupid.

You know i was starting to believe you really are changed but i was wrong. This was all a game to you. You slept with me knowing you had another woman waiting. The mother of your children"

She practically screamed out. Tears shimmering in her eyes.

Edgar listened with a blank look on his face. All the amusement from earlier on gone without a trace.

"Can I talk now?" He asked calmly but Monique didn't miss the underlying hurt and anger in his voice.

She nodded meekly. Sensing something wasn't right.

"First of all, Cara is my nanny. She is like a second mother to me and almost twice my age. Our boys meant her husband and sons.

And she was waiting because she called earlier asking of my whereabouts since i forgot to tell her i was spending the night over at your place. She knew i would definitely bring you back here with me that's why...

That is why she left a meal for two in the fridge. You know i never realized you held so little hope and respect for me. Well now that i have explained the note, Feel at home. Am going to my study to finish some work"

And with that Edgar turned to walk away leaving a shocked guilty Monique behind before she could say a word. She couldn't believe what just happened. How everything had gone from perfectly fine to Chaos.

She winced when she thought of the words she said to him. Pretty harsh and now She felt worse. She wanted so much to follow him but she knew he needed to be alone to lay off some steam before she could approach him.

In the meantime, she pulled their dinner out of the fridge and stuck it in the microwave.

The sweet smell of a home made lasagna filled the air putting a small smile on her face. You could tell it was made from scratch.

After setting the timer, she perched on a stool resting her head on the kitchen island as exhaustion washed over her....