The Truth Of Lies

It was not finding his car in the drive that revealed the truth to me, it was not finding him still in situ when I arrived, it was not even the continued absence of the pit bull housekeeper and the diminishing sun that told me, it was her face when she answered the door. She flung it open at my knock and I could smell him upon her like a cheap perfume, her body glowing with the aura of possession that mocked me until rage turned my veins to ice and if I had not been a man of distinction she would have been dead where she stood.

Her nonchalant appearance was testament to her Dubois heritage and had I not been in the grips of a lethal passion I would have been proud of the cool clear gaze that reached mine. Before she could refuse me entry I stepped past her into the foyer only to be greeted with the disgusting view of the mountain lounging on her sofa, the stink of ownership lurking in his insolent smile. However his triumph was short lived for seconds after my arrival the Russian sentinel was back at her post and the mountain was ushered out by the minx. His eyes dark in protest he attempted to root himself into the floor but minxie deflected all his objections and he was on his way home before he could voice a coherent objection.

Minxie invited me with an impudent cordiality that made me harden with a desire that was restricted only by the stench of the breath of the mouth breather of a housekeeper on the back of my neck. I wonder if minxie knew how close she had come to being the recipient of my fury, her despair would have known no bounds, for unlike Liselle and Elyce it would be centuries before the fire of this lust would abate. Instead I sat down and greeted her with a civility that centuries of wealth and education had bequeathed to me by our ancestors.

She knew that I knew, it lurked in her smile, the tilt of her titian head, the gleam of her gray eyes, and she would have been a fool had she not felt the passion burning in the empty space between us. She was determined to torture me first with inviting kisses then forcing me to watch the remnants of her intimate interludes seep out the door. The time for niceties was long past and I waited until the housekeeper exited the room after setting down the tea. Minxie poured as if she hadn’t care in the world and my urge to grab her by the hair and make her scream into my mouth possessed me until I could feel the tightness of fabric constraining me.

I leaned back and told her that if she ever allowed herself to be soiled again I would remove the object forever. A shadow crossed her face, a swift narrowing of her eyes only for a second but enough for me to know she understood my resolve. What is mine is mine forever and this girl has had more than enough kindness from me, now she will cease to disobey my wishes, that is if she wished to keep her world intact. Of course minxie would not allow an opportunity to challenge me to go by and I watched her eyes spark in anger. The furies rose in my blood and I was left unable to suppress the emotions that ravished my soul for I loved and hated her all at once. A lamb skipping joyfully to the slaughter my sweet girl would taste blood before the week was out.

I expected her to shout all manner of threats my way, that she was her own woman, that I did not have any rights, that she was not going to accept my threats. Instead minxie sealed her eternal fate by revealing the magnificence of our heritage as she leaned forward her voice low and calm saying that my blood is hers and whatever evil deeds I was dreaming up she would be only to happy to return to me in triplicate.

Her steady gaze transfixed me as I sat mesmerized by her beauty, and if I had been any other man I would have been in awe of her ignorance but I knew exactly who I was and she had yet to learn just how deep our connection was about to become. I rose to leave for as long as the housekeeper had her ear to the door there could not be the frank discussion we needed. I told her that I expected to lunch with her tomorrow and smiling she showed me out, carefree and cheerful, as if the sun shone directly for her. Minxie I love you, I hate you, I want to destroy you, I am the man you love to hate and hate to love, we shall never be apart, never.

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