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 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

CHAPTER 26​"You have spent twenty-two years believing that pleasure is something to negotiate," she says, her hand gliding up my thigh beneath my skirt; "believing that your body belongs to you. But tonight you will discover the truth: your body responds to authority, to the absolute certainty that someone else has taken control."​Her hand ascends further, creeping past the lace band of my stockings to reach my lingerie, finding my wet, slick center. A choked gasp escapes me; my head falls back instinctively, exposing the line of my throat to her.​"Do you like this, Camila?" she asks, the pressure of her fingers unmistakable through the fabric. "Do you like knowing that you cannot run, that you do not get to decide when this ends?"​"Yes..." I whisper, the word sounding like a desperate plea. "Please, Amy..."​"You will not call me by my name when we are alone: you will address me as 'Mistress.' And just to be clear, a 'please' is not enough," she responds. Suddenly, the pressure v

CHAPTER 25​The transition into my new reality is as swift as the closing of a multimillion-dollar deal: there is no time for nostalgic farewells at my apartment, nor to clear the coffee cups or relics of a past life that suddenly feels like a black-and-white movie watched decades ago. Amy has decided my previous life is dead weight, and she does not allow her possessions to carry unnecessary burdens.​The black car drops us off at the private entrance to her building. The same doorman from the night before ushers us through with a discretion bordering on robotic. This time there is no sprinting or escaping through the lobby; I walk beside Amy, feeling the brush of her arm against my shoulder—owing to our height difference—a contact now sanctioned by a legal document resting inside her briefcase. The elevator, our confessional, ascends in a silence that no longer feels tense, but heavily expectant.​As we step into the penthouse, the lights turn on in a warm, low tone, bathing the mar

CHAPTER 24​I bite my lower lip, weighing what I ought to do. A wild, unfiltered thought slips past my lips before I even have time to process it:​"Is this what you did to your previous secretaries?"​Her expression shifts in the blink of an eye: the desire vanishes instantly, replaced by a cold, hardened edge.​"I owe you no explanations, Camila. Do not forget that you were the one who chose to come to me in the first place. If you know how to read, you understand the concept of confidentiality full well: I do not discuss my affairs with anyone, least of all my submissives."​Instantly, I feel reprimanded, annoyed, and hit by a sudden wave of jealousy—because something tells me I wasn't her first submissive, and that one of them may very well have been one of her secretaries.​"Why?" I ask, looking up from the paper. "Why do you need a contract for this? I already told you I'm yours."​She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk. The lamp's glow outlines her sharp jawline and

CHAPTER 23​"What do you mean the meeting is canceled, Camila?" Julian’s voice over the phone vibrates with a mix of confusion and annoyance. "I had the outline analysis completely ready to present to Ms. Murphy this afternoon."​I hold the receiver with a cool detachment I didn't know I possessed. I glance at the closed door of Amy’s office before answering.​"What I mean, Julian, is that Ms. Murphy has restructured the project dynamics for Nocturna," I say in a measured tone, entirely devoid of empathy. I know that everything I'm doing serves a very clear purpose—one I am fully determined to reach. "Your involvement in the editorial coordination is canceled as of right now. I will be handling direct communication with her."​"This is absurd!" he protests, raising his voice. "I've been working on this for weeks. Is this a joke? Let me talk to her directly..."​"There is nothing to talk about," I interrupt firmly. "Ms. Murphy's instructions are explicit and final. If you have any obje

CHAPTER 22​She smiles: a dark, triumphant smile of anticipated victory. She closes the final inch between us, pressing her body against mine. The cold, solid glass window at my back contrasts sharply with the scorching heat radiating from my skin. Behind us, New York stretches endlessly, but for me, the universe has shrunk down to the woman standing before me, holding me cornered... precisely where, curiously enough, I want to be.​"Look at you," she says, wrapping her other hand around my waist and pulling me tight. "You came here dressed to capture my attention; you came seeking that very same fire that terrified you just a few days ago. You're begging, Camila—you're begging for my dominance."​"I am not begging," I lie, even as my hands trail up to her shoulders, clinging to the fabric of her suit jacket as if it were the only thing keeping me upright.​"Your lips say no, but your body... your body is screaming for me to put my hands on you." Amy lowers her head, her lips brushing