Novels by Any Estrada

EPILOGUE: PART 3​CAROL​Since I already know the way to the doctor’s office, I don’t ask for directions; I simply walk to the door, which is slightly ajar, and knock before entering.​"Good afternoon, Doctor Kate."​"Hello, Carol. How have you been?" She gives me a kiss on the cheek. Kate is a blonde woman with blue eyes, very beautiful for her age.​"Very well, Doctor, thank you."​"And this man is...?" she asks.​"My fiancé, Will Ashford." Will shakes hands with the doctor. She takes a seat in the chair behind her desk, and we do the same.​"Tell me, what brings you here?"​"Well, you see, I wanted to know if I could switch to the injection instead of continuing with the pills."​"What problem have you had with the pills? Any reaction or something like that?"​"She forgets to take them."​"Will!" I shoot him a look warning him to shut up. This is exactly why I didn't want him to come with me.​"You forget to take your birth control, Carol?"​"To be honest, yes. I forget to take it

EPILOGUE: PART 2​CAROL​"Mr. Ashford." My man simply gives a nod of his head as a greeting.​Carlos is waiting for us with the back door of the car open. I greet him as we approach. Once we're settled, we set off.​"Are you sure you want to get the injection?" Will shifts, looking somewhat uncomfortable.​"Yes, love. It’s just that I tend to forget the pills a lot, and even if I take them the next day, it’s not the same."​"I understand."​We spend the rest of the drive talking about work things or the wedding.​"We’re here," Carlos announces. Will gets out and helps me out of the car.​We enter the clinic and take the elevator to the third floor. When the doors open, we walk over to Doctor Kate’s receptionist.​"Good morning," I greet the girl at the desk. "I have an appointment with Doctor Kate." The receptionist looks at me for a second.​"Your name?"​"Caroline Gómez." She looks for my name in a ledger.​"There are two people ahead of you. Have a seat; I’ll call you."​"Thank you

​EPILOGUE: PART 1​CAROL​Three months have already passed since I told Will I would marry him. Even now, looking at the small silver ring with a heart-cut diamond on my left hand, I couldn't believe I was getting married in a month. Marrying the man I had always longed for, the man who would soon be my husband. Now, I looked back and couldn't remember when it all began, or at what point our lives changed completely.​With the help of Susan and Corinne—the latter having now moved in with us—I was organizing everything at a breakneck pace. My parents were coming a week before the wedding. By the way, the news shocked Mom; she can't accept that I'm marrying someone so much older than me, nearly her age. Other than that, she was thrilled to know it was Will I’d be marrying. Dad had a long phone conversation with Will; he gave me his blessing for my union with the man I love.​I also sent the wedding invitations to Will's parents; although he initially refused, he eventually gave in. I ha

CHAPTER 66​WILL​I take her to the bedroom and lay her on the massive bed, kissing her forehead before leaving her there.​"Where are you going?"​"I have to make a call; I’ll be right back. Rest now."​"All right."​I head to the balcony, needing fresh air. I’ve never smoked, but right now I wish I had a pack to smoke the whole thing. I pull out my phone and dial Carlos’s number.​"Sir."​"We’re staying tonight. You can come up and stay here with us."​"Don't worry about me, sir. I’ll stay at a hotel. What time do you want me to pick you up?"​"I’ll let you know; the lady isn't feeling well."​"Do you want me to take you to a hospital?"​"No. If she’s still like this tomorrow, I’ll tell you."​"Very well. Good night."​I end the call. I gaze at the beautiful city, watching people move in the distance on the illuminated pier by the beach. This would be a lovely place to live with Carol: I can see us walking along the shore, holding her hand, just the two of us alone.​Lost in my thou

CHAPTER 65​WILL​"Silly. This means the problem of bringing Corinne here is solved. She can stay here." Looking at it from that perspective, it seemed fine to me.​"That sounds good. Although she can always stay with us, Carol. She’s a child who needs supervision."​"I love it when you get all protective."​We finished eating in silence, though that question I’d asked her in the car kept circling my mind, dying to escape my lips again. I know she doesn't want to marry me, but I crave for her to do so.​I show her the entire apartment; even though it’s all on one floor, it’s very vast and spacious. We go out to the balcony to watch the sunset that was already beginning to fade.​"I was starting my university career when I met Emily. She was the most beautiful and intelligent girl I had ever seen on campus. It was so easy to approach her and talk to her." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Carol watching me with perplexity and curiosity. I keep my gaze lost on the beach; it’s easier to

CHAPTER 64​WILL​"I love you, Carol. I know I’m not perfect, that I’ll be screwing up constantly because I don’t know how the fuck not to ruin what matters to me. I know you’ll want to run far away from me when that happens, but I swear I’m willing to change and make this work. I just want you to be with me on that long road."​I’m breathless by the time I finish speaking, but she says nothing; she just contemplates me with wide eyes. She places her hand on mine, and for a moment my heart races—only to stop dead when she pulls my hand away from her face and turns to the side, leaving me bewildered and incredibly pissed off.​That was how we ended the remaining two hours of the drive, each of us absorbed in our own thoughts.​"We’ve arrived, sir," Carlos announces. Carol opens her door and steps out before Carlos can get it for her. I sigh, asking God for help.​I watch as she takes in the place, an expression of awe on her face.​"Will..." She stands staring toward the pier visible i

CHAPTER 32​Susana lingers for a moment longer, narrowing her eyes at me with a deep frown.​"Are you feeling alright? Your face is completely flushed."​"Yes... perfectly. It's just... I think it's the heat. It seems like the air conditioning isn't working," I lie, gripping the edge of the desk tightly as the device inside me cranks up another notch.​Susana glances up at the ceiling, checking the AC vents.​"No, I don't think so. The temperature feels fine to me. Maybe you're coming down with something."​I lift my eyes toward the executive suite. The door swings open at that precise moment, and Amy leans casually against the frame. She is holding her phone, pretending to check a message, but her eyes are locked onto me. She casts a calculating look in my direction and taps the screen again.​No, please, don't do it. Not here, not now, I plead mentally, shaking my head ever so slightly. But she ignores my unspoken plea entirely.​The bullet inside me explodes into maximum vibration.

CHAPTER 31​To avoid any kind of rumors or whispering at the publishing house, I let Amy get out of the car first and walk toward her private elevator. Just as her elevator doors are closing, I quickly step out of the vehicle, allowing her to set the alarm with the remote. I walk toward the other elevator bank and wait about three minutes, pretending to check my email on my phone before boarding the main elevator to the executive floor.​The building is a hive of activity at this hour. Since I'm starting from the basement level and the elevator stops at almost every floor, the hum of overlapping voices, the chime of buttons being pressed, the clinking of porcelain coffee cups, and the rustle of sharp suits fill the air. We are all packed in tightly.​Shifted from one foot to the other, my body vividly recalls the trembling display of control Amy gave me in her apartment elevator, and I know this is an awful time to be dwelling on that memory. I take a deep breath to try and steady mys

CHAPTER 30​I swallow hard and obey. My clumsy fingers unbutton the dress, letting it fall to the floor alongside the lace lingerie the stylists had put on me less than three hours ago. I am left completely naked under the room's soft light, feeling the cool air stroke my skin and raise goosebumps all over my body.​Amy steps away from the frame, leaving the door wide open, and walks over to the glass display cabinet. She opens it without rushing and retrieves a small, elegantly designed silicone device. It is shaped like a bullet, and as she approaches, I can see its smooth finish.​"Spread your legs, kneel down, and lean over the furniture," she commands.​I do as she asks: I spread my legs, kneel on the rug, and rest my chest and forearms against the velvet of the piece. I hear her firm footsteps approaching from behind. Her left hand presses down on my lower back to hold me steady in position, while the fingers of her right hand adroitly part the cheeks of my backside. The gesture

CHAPTER 29​"I can and I will," she states flatly, locking her icy blue eyes onto mine. "As of today, you have no room for distractions, nor for mediocre men demanding your time. Your attention belongs to me. I genuinely don't understand what part of 'you are completely mine' you haven't managed to grasp."​"I am not putting that up for debate, but I have a life, Amy!" I snap, baring my claws as frustration squeezes my chest. "I'm not a toy you can just lock away in a glass box! I have a mother and twin sisters back in Venezuela who depend on me financially. How do you expect me to cut off communication with the world when I have a family to support over there? I can't just forget where I come from or the weight I carry on my shoulders! I'm pretty sure being a submissive doesn't mean giving up everything!"​Amy remains completely silent throughout my outburst. She doesn't flinch; she simply observes me, measuring the fire in my eyes while my breathing comes fast and ragged. After a fe

CHAPTER 28​I won't deny that waking up in the penthouse guest suite Amy placed me in is a strange experience: I don't know, being suspended in the middle of so much luxury leaves me feeling a bit disoriented. I look up at the ceiling and then toward the window; the Manhattan sunlight filters gently through the floor-to-ceiling glass. I feel different. My body still retains the lingering echo of everything that happened last night in the library: every time I move my legs, the friction of my thighs brushing against my center reminds me of Amy’s mouth there, or the soft rub of the bathrobe against my hypersensitive skin evokes the snug pressure of the restraints, the touch of her lips, and—needless to say—her intoxicating voice. I could spend hours listening to her speak and never grow tired of it.​At seven sharp, exactly as promised, there comes a knock at the door. I bolt straight out of bed.​"Coming! Just a moment, please!" I quickly adjust the bathrobe, doing my best to cover mys

CHAPTER 27​The first thing I feel is her tongue tracing the soft folds of my vagina, parting them as she slips inside, savoring my entrance and my moisture. She glides her tongue up and down before wrapping her lips gently around the bud of my clitoris, sucking on it greedily. One of her fingers slips inside me, establishing a deep, rhythmic pace. I can’t take it anymore: I arch my back completely, reaching down to grab her hair with my bound hands, trying to press her face closer into me.​Amy devours me with an incredible blend of devotion and hunger. This woman isn't just making love to me: she is dismantling me, taking me apart piece by piece, shedding the structure of who I thought I was until nothing remains but the raw essence of what she wants me to be—a woman who finds her freedom in complete surrender.​Without a shred of shame, I press myself against her face, letting myself go completely under her mouth while her other hand slides up to pinch my nipple. I cry out in sheer