MICHAEL ’S NEMESIS

Michael froze as he saw the prostitute stroll into the lounge and threw herself between Isabella and him. The prostitute stroked his chin, totally ignoring Isabella.

‘Baby has missed you, though it is healthy and strong.’ The prostitute continues, rubbing the curvature of the emerging bulge that was her stomach, with one hand while still rubbing Michael’s chin.

Isabella dropped the glass and stood up to leave. Michael stood up quickly and distancing himself from the prostitute, who was still on the chair, ran to Isabella’s side and held her arm.

‘Please Isabella, it is not…’

‘It is not what?’ Isabella’s response shocked him but he didn’t let go of her arm. Isabella continued. ‘Every time, you say it is not what you think, but she is always around you. I thought we would have this place to ourselves to talk things over.’

‘To talk what things over?’ The prostitute intruded. She had stood up and was holding Michael’s other arm. ‘So Michael, you would leave me, who is carrying your child