87 NAUGHTY ACT ARIEL’S POV The moment I parked my car, my heart pounded in my chest after sighting Elizabeth standing at the gate of the mansion; the house which belonged to Luke and I. It was quite strange, or were my eyes lying to me? I didn’t really think so. Elizabeth was standing right there, discussing with Marcus, I think. And I knew I needed to put an end to that conversation as soon as possible, before anything could get out of hand. I quickly rushed in her direction, and my eyes widened the moment I realized Luke was the one she was talking to. I hoped their discussion had not gotten too far. “Ariel!” Elizabeth exclaimed, hugging me tightly. I glanced at Luke, and he was just staring at the both of us. Kind of curious, I’d say. But it didn’t really matter- obviously what was going on in his mind. “Oh sweetheart, I miss you so so much.” Her hug became more tight. “Yeah, I miss you too,” I told her, and she broke the embrace. “So, how did you find me?” “It was quite easy. Who doesn’t know Luke Reynold?” Elizabeth’s smile widened. I glanced at Luke, who had his eyebrows raised. “Wow, and I here I was thinking this place was kind of…. hidden.” Elizabeth burst out laughing. “Oh come on now. You thought wrong. But I’m disappointed in myself, for not recognizing you.” “Yeah, it’s good. I think I should be going now,” Luke told her, turning around. “Sure, no problem.” Elizabeth smiled at him, and then he walked away. I held Elizabeth’s hand, and walked to my car, dragging her along. “What are you doing here?” I aksed her in a whisper. “What do you mean by that? I came to see you,” she answered. “I know, but that’s not a good idea.” “Why not?” Elizabeth heaved an eyebrow. “Well, it’s kind of a long story,” I replied, crossing my arms. “So, can I please know why you’ve come here?” NAUGHTY ACT “It’s because of Lukel.” “Lukel?” “Yes, Lukel. He’s been seriously sick the past few days,” Elizabeth revealed. I found it hard to believe, but there was no way she could be lying. Lukel was a strong little boy, healthy, and he was kind of crazy, at his young age. “Why didn’t you inform me about this earlier?” I quizzed. “I tried calling, but I couldn’t reach you. I had no idea why the signal had to be so terrible,” Elizabeth answered, and let out a deep sigh. “Where’s Lukel now?” I aksed, gradually falling into the panic state. It hurt me to see my babies feeling bad. I hate to get the news that they’re in pain, or something relating to that. I just didn’t want to see anything terrible happening to them. “He’s home, along with Andre,” Elizabeth gave me an answer to my question. “Andre is back?” My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe my ears. I actually missed him, his lovely company. “Yes, he is back. And this time, we all came to New Haven.” “You all came to New Haven? Hold on, are you telling me that the whole family is in New Haven right now?” I queried, filled with surprise. “Yup, we sure are.” Elizabeth smiled, making a silly face. I could see she was still trying to wear her comical mode. I giggled. “Guess I’ll just have to join you guys.” “Are you crazy?” Elizabeth slapped my hand. “Do you want to leave your husband?” “I’m not going to leave him. I’m just going to pay you guys a visit. You know, spend the night there.” Elizabeth observed me for a moment. “And you think your husband’s going to be fine with that?” “Yeah, come on. He’s not a little kid. He’ll totally understand.” “The face that you have been living with Andre for years, before you got back with him? Nah, I don’t think he’s going to understand.” I closed my eyes, letting out a deep sigh. “Why are you being so worried now?” “Hey, I just don’t want me or my family to ruin the lovely relationship of a NAUGHTY ACT married couple,” “Lovely” I whispered to myself, before chuckling. “Yeah, right.” “What was that for?” Elizabeth queried. “What exactly?” “You just…” She chuckled. And then raised both of her brows at me. “What’s the problem? Are you and Luke living the married life without happiness again?”LUKE’S POV Bursting into my house, I couldn’t spot anyone in the living room. If my aunt did come to this house, she was supposed to be right here. Unless she was starting to feel herself again. Don’t tell me she took her grungy feet upstairs. I quickly marched upstairs, went to my room, but she wasn’t there. I searched other rooms until I finally saw her. But I tell you brother, she was cut in the naughty act. She was right in this room, no clothes on, and she was spreading her legs wide, pleasing herself with her fingers, whimpering like an idiot. “Fuck!” I bawled loudly, smacking the door, before turning my face away. Although I couldn’t see her, I knew she had ceased the nonsense she was carrying out. “What the hell, Aunt Mariam!” I yelled, turning to face her with a mixture of anger and disgust in my eyes. “What?!” she snapped back, trying to cover herself with a sheet. “What is wrong with you?!” I shouted, feeling my blood boil. “You can’t just come into my house and do…that!” “It’s my house too, you know,” she retorted, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. “Your house?” “Yes, you idiot! I’m older than you. Don’t forget that!” “Bullshit! Does that give you the right to do whatever you want?!” I shot back, my voice rising. “I can’t believe you would do something like this in my house!” “Oh, please, like you’ve never done it before,” she scoffed, trying to deflect the blame onto me.“That’s not the point!” I yelled, feeling my frustration and anger building up. You’re at my house, for god’s sake! This is so messed up!” 27 NAUGHTY AM4 “I’m an adult, I can do what I want!” she argued, standing up and facing me with defiance. “Fine, then do it in your own damn house!” I shouted, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “You know what, I’m leaving,” she said, grabbing her clothes and storming past me.“Good riddance!” I yelled after her, feeling a mixture of relief and anger. “And I hope you didn’t soak the bed with your…”“With my what, huh?!” She cut me off. “You know what I’m talking about!” “I can’t believe you would stoop so low as to insult me like that,” she spat. “Why not? You’ve insulted me plenty of times before,” I shot back, not backing down. “You think you’re so perfect, don’t you? Well let me tell you, you’re not!” she seethed, her voice dripping with venom. “At least I have some sense of decency,” I retorted. “Oh, please. You’re just jealous that I can still have a good time and you can’t,” she taunted, a smirk forming on her lips. “I don’t want your version of a good time,” I snapped. “Well, you’re just a boring stick in the mud,” she fired back, her words like daggers. “At least I’m not a disrespectful, self–centered lunatic like you!” I yelled, feeling the weight of years of pent up frustration and hurt pouring out of me. “Watch your language, you idiot!” she scolded, her face turning red with rage. “You watch yours!” I shot back, not caring anymore. “You come into my house and act like it’s your own personal playground. You have no respect for anyone or anything!” “Oh, shut up. You don’t know anything about me,” she hissed. “I know enough to see that you’re a toxic and destructive person.” “Fine. I’m leaving. I don’t need this crap,” she said, turning to leave. “Good. Don’t bother coming back,” I spat back, and she finally left.
