Stella’s Secret

Something was afoot with Stella. Inquiring minds wanted to know what it was. Her friends, colleagues and family were all obsessed with spilling Stella, that is finding out what her secret was and spilling it. Was her secret to do with money, her career, her health, her love life? As far as they knew, she wasn’t dating anyone. She was too picky and very high maintenance. Men wanted her but couldn’t afford to keep her.

Stella knew that they were trying to put their noses where they didn’t belong and it amused and repulsed her at the same time. Why couldn’t they all just mind their own business? Were their lives that boring and pathetic?

She stood there now in a highly expensive hotel in Pretoria, waiting for the elevator to take her to her suite. No one knew she was there. She had fooled them into thinking that she was going to Rome. She even went as far as having her private secretary whom she could trust implicitly, disguise herself as her and take the car to Heathrow airport. While she was the decoy, Stella, dressed as a regular person, slipped into a waiting car and drove to Gatwick where she caught her flight to Pretoria.

When she arrived at the hotel, she didn’t register under her name but under a pseudonym of one of her favorite writers just to be on the safe side. The elevator came and she went up to her suite. It was large and beautiful. She gave the bellboy a generous tip and he went away grinning from ear to ear.

She walked over to the window and looked out. What a spectacular view of the gardens. In the mornings she could sit out on the terrace and have breakfast if she preferred. It felt wonderful being there, away from London. She was here for two glorious weeks and was determined to make every moment count.

She glanced at her watch. He should be there at any minute. Her heart leapt at the thought. She couldn’t wait to see him, to hug him, kiss him and…A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and she rushed to open it. He stood there, tall, dark and handsome with a smile on his face. “Hello, Darling,” she greeted him excitedly before she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the suite. As soon as she locked the door behind him and he had set his travel bag down, she hugged him.

“Hello,” he replied softly before they kissed passionately.

She broke of the kiss and took him to where the bed was. Heart pounding, she quickly removed his jacket, unfastened his belt and tugged his white tee shirt out of his trousers. Eagerly, she ran her hands over his broad chest before she covered it with kisses. He stood there, breathing heavily. Her eyes were dark with desire when she raised her head and looked up at him.

Her hands went to the zipper on his trousers and pulled it down. She pushed his trousers and underwear down so that they were about his ankles. Then, she quickly stripped, anxious to feel his naked body against hers. When she was done, she reached up and pulled his head down so that they could kiss. His hands gripped her buttocks as they exchanged hungry kisses and then, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed.

He laid her down on top of the covers and as she lay there, panting, he dragged his lips across her heaving chest, caressing her nipples with his tongue and pressing kisses into her stomach before going lower. She gasped as waves of intense pleasure swept over her. When he was done, he mounted and entered her.

Sometime later when they were lying there, entangled in each others’ arms, she said, “I’ve decided that I’m going to move to Pretoria.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes. I want to be with you all the time, not just a couple of a weeks here and there. We’ve been married for five years now. I think it’s time we lived together instead of separately. So, I’m willing to move here to Pretoria. It would be better than you moving to London.”

“You mean because of your family.”

“Yes.”

“You will need to tell them about me sometime.”

“I know and I’m not looking forward to it.”

“Yes, we still live in a world where our marriage will not be accepted by everyone.”

“Yes, we still live in a world of ignorance and bigotry. Love is colorblind.”

“No for a lot of people. For many people, love shouldn’t exist between people of different colors and races.”

“Well, that’s why I want to move here and be with you. As soon as I return to London, I will make the arrangements.”

“While you’re here, we can go and look for somewhere to live here in Pretoria.”

“Yes. It doesn’t matter if it’s a house or a condo. I don’t care as long as we’re together.”

“Yes.” He smiled.

She kissed him on the chest before she got out of the bed. “I’m hungry. Let’s order room-service and eat out on the terrace. She walked over to the phone, the light from the setting sun bathing her naked body. She made the call while he got dressed. “I’d better put something on,” she said. She put on her underwear and dress and fixed her hair. Room service arrived several minutes later and she asked the guy to put the trolley onto the terrace.

“This is so peaceful and picturesque,” she remarked when they were sitting down and having their dinner while admiring the view.

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“Yes, it is,” he agreed. “This is a very expensive hotel.”

“It is but I wanted us to enjoy the best.”

“You’re used to the finer things. Are you sure you’re willing to leave all of that behind to move here?”

“Yes, I am. I’m an heiress but none of my family’s wealth means anything to me. You’re my life and my happiness is right here with you and not there in London.”

“I’m happy that you’ve decided to move here. It’s been tough having a long-distance relationship and then marriage.”

“Yes, it has been. Sometimes, I think I’d go mad if I were to go another day without seeing you. Connecting through Skype or ZOOM and talking on the phone or emailing each other is not the same as seeing each other in person like this. After this trip, you and I will never be apart again.”

They tucked into their Cape Malay chicken curry with yellow rice dinner, Malva pudding and toasted to their future in Pretoria with Viognier.

By the end of summer, she had moved to Pretoria and living in their beautiful penthouse. Before she left England, she spilled her secret about her marriage to a South African man and was promptly disinherited by her irate father. Now she was simply a happily married woman pregnant with their first child.

Source: BBC Good Food

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