Two weeks had passed since Charles and Anita’s first magical date, and during that time, the air between them had been filled with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and silence. Charles hadn’t called once, leaving Anita to wonder if he’d grown bored of her or if he was, perhaps, just a man who lived in the moment. But when his message finally came a simple, “Can we meet?”she was thrilled. It was a Saturday, and he wanted to take her away for the weekend.
The drive to Naivasha was filled with easy conversation, the scenery flowing by as they ventured deeper into the countryside. Charles talked about his love for nature, a side of him that Anita hadn’t seen before. He took her to a stunning, remote spot near the lake, surrounded by lush greenery and the distant sound of water lapping at the shore. They spent the day exploring, laughing, and just enjoying each other’s company. The sunset over the lake was breathtaking, the colors dancing in the sky as Charles held Anita close, her head resting against his shoulder.
But as the evening crept in, the drive back to the city was far longer than either of them anticipated. The roads were winding and difficult to navigate in the dark, and by the time they realized they weren’t going to make it back before midnight, the decision was made: they would get an Airbnb for the night.
The place they found was quaint, a cozy cabin with wood-paneled walls and a fireplace crackling softly in the corner. It felt intimate, private, and perfect for a night away from the world. After settling in, they shared a bottle of wine, and by the time the hour grew late, the tension between them was palpable. There was no hesitation this time. Their passion was overwhelming, and in that moment, the chemistry they’d been building for weeks exploded in a fiery embrace.
Anita didn’t know if it was the secluded setting, the day they’d shared, or just Charles himself, but it was unlike anything she’d experienced before. The night felt endless, filled with laughter, whispers, and tender moments. When it was over, and they lay wrapped in each other’s arms, Anita couldn’t help but think to herself, This is it. This is the best I’ve ever had.
She whispered to him, “I swear, I’m never letting you go.”
Charles smiled softly, kissing her forehead, but his mind was elsewhere. Anita didn’t notice how his expression shifted for a brief moment, or how, after she had drifted to sleep, he slipped out of bed quietly.
Anita was half-asleep when she heard the faintest sound—a soft murmur of a voice, barely audible over the crackling of the fire. She stirred, her eyes opening just enough to see Charles standing by the window, his phone pressed to his ear. Her heart skipped as she caught snippets of his conversation, though she couldn’t hear the full details. But the tone of his voice the way it shifted when he spoke—struck her as odd.
“I’m sorry, darling, I just needed some time to think. The trip’s been good, but I’ll be home soon… Yes, I miss you too, but I need to be here for a bit longer… I’ll call again tomorrow.”
Anita’s stomach twisted. It was just enough to confirm what she feared: Charles wasn’t as single as he’d led her to believe.
But, she didn’t say anything. She didn’t confront him. She wanted to enjoy the night and the connection they shared. After all, it wasn’t her fault if he had a life outside of her.
When morning came, the awkwardness was palpable, but they acted as though nothing had happened. They went through the motions, had breakfast, and even went for a walk by the lake. Anita smiled, pretending everything was fine, but deep inside, she knew that something had shifted.
As Charles went to the bathroom to freshen up before they left, Anita caught sight of his wallet on the dresser. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she took a quick glance. In the midst of the cards, a small piece of paper fell out—the kind that typically carried a business address. She picked it up, quickly scanning it. The address on it? A familiar one: a large, upscale house in Runda.
Her heart sank. It was the home address of Charles, the man who’d claimed to be single.
But instead of confronting him, Anita slid the paper back into the wallet, her thoughts racing. There were more secrets than she’d bargained for, but for now, she’d keep them to herself. After all, she was still determined to hold onto the feeling from last night—the best night of her life.
Charles returned, none the wiser, and they left for the long drive back to Nairobi, each of them carrying the weight of their own unspoken truths.
And for Anita, that address on the piece of paper? It was the key to a mystery she wasn’t sure she wanted to solve—yet.
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