"Mick, the guests are getting impatient! They want to leave and so should we!,"her mom whispered standing next to her. She slightly nudged her arm, trying to convince her to come to terms with reality.
"Five more minutes, mom. He'll be here,"she said her eyes glued to the elevator doors in hope that at anytime they would part and her soon to be husband would burge right in.
Five, ten minutes and now half an hour had passed yet no sign of him. She looked around, her hand tightly clutching the bunch of flowers, the judge murmured impatiently underneath his breath and the guests whispered among themselves.
It took sometime before she realized that she had been left hanging at the altar. Her heart beat rapidly arousing emotions that shattered her heart, emotions that made her eyes burn with tears and her legs felt weak, she felt like collapsing.....
She looked down at her floor length white dress, simple but yet cost a fortune. She remembered how happy she was, trying on all those bridal gowns even if the wedding would be an intimate one. Today she had worn a thong underneath that simple dress, ready to have the best honeymoon ever, ready to appease her husband or so she thought.
Realisation hit her, and she couldn't take all the gossips spreading across the room like bush fire, the glares that everybody gave her some pitiful, others spiteful... She stormed out of there clutching the hem of her dress.
She pushed the elevator button hard, and in a rush, the elevator doors parted. She rushed in, her eyes downcast avoiding the humiliation she had to go through.
Once the elevator doors closed, she slid lazily to the floor. The tears that she had for so long held them back, flowed freely down her cheeks. Her heavy mascara flowed down together with her tears staining her gown. She sobbed furiously slamming the flowers on the damn elevator.
As she did this, someone suddenly cleared his throat. She looked down at the glistening black shoes to the now towering figure above her. It was a man clad in a well tailored clay suit. She jolted from the floor, wiping off her tears and trying to seem completely okay.
She didn't know how long the man stood there watching her. The man suddenly faced her before speaking,"Wanna get out here? I know a mean place to relieve stress!"
Minutes later***
"The funny thing is, I was the one who paid for everything starting from this dress to the catering",she said laughing hysterically as she gulped another shot of tequila.
The man stared at her, mesmerized by her laughter and enjoying the shots of tequila that kept on coming. After a couple of drinks, he decided to take her home but Mikaella had nothing on her no money, no credit card nor any sort of identification card...
He carried her to his car ready to take her to the nearest hotel. In the car, she kept on singing to every tune on the radio trying to keep herself from going insane.
Once in the hotel, she giggled although her sight was getting blurry and her legs felt wobbly. Luckily the stranger was quick to catch her before she fell to the ground. She observed his features, he had very good physique, his prominent jaw making him handsome, his strong arms that were quick to catch her still lingering at her waist and the lush brown hair that filled his head...
She looked at his lips, so beautiful, so captivating begging to be touched. She reached for his lips, clamping her lips with his. He was quick to return the kiss, exploring all the corners of her mouth with his tongue. He savoured her hungrily like a starving man, ravishing her like the last meal he would have.
She in return, unbuttoned his coat throwing it aside. He stopped kissing her, looking at her immensely with his beautiful grey eyes undressing her with his eyes. He clutched her neck with his hand, caressing it with kisses...she moaned by his touch...
He then reached for the zipper behind her dress slowly unzipping it. Her dress fell to the ground, leaving her with a black cotton lace bra and a thong. He was smitten with her body, he got rid of her bra, now cupping her breasts with his tender hands. Slowly kissing her from her neck to the swollen nipples that stood erect from his touch while she run her slim fingers in his hair, ruffling it a bit.
He sucked one of her nipples making her moans now louder and demanding. That turned him on, seeing the effect she had for him excited him. He stopped, now to remove his shirt, pants and boxers. He rubbed circles on her stomach as her fingers bore into his back....
She on the other hand, wanted more, his touch, his kisses and caresses helped her forget about everything that had transpired today. Even as the stranger now got rid of her thong, she was ready for him, ready to forget everything, ready to sacrifice her virginity to a complete stranger...she had nothing to lose anyway.
He settled himself between her thighs. Tracing his fingers on her inner thighs, she looked at him as an affirmation of acceptance. With that, he entered her, despite the surge of pain she felt, he still went on now trying to be gentle and at the same time rough.
They moved together in perfect sync, her body feeling his body on hers. She was simply in a seventh heaven.....
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She awoke to the soft, tender skin underneath her. A man had wrapped his hands around her waist. She scanned the surroundings, her migraine getting worse by the second. Her dress at the furthest corner of the hotel room. Her thong hung on the larvae lamp on the night stand.Entangling the man's arms from her waist she covered her naked body with the white bedsheet that had little stains of blood. She blamed herself for everything that happened. Her heart was racing and her mind in turmoil, to think she had preserved her virginity for too long as a gift to her husband. Now a stranger, had already made his way with her...After putting on her dress, she reached for the door before stumbling with the man's pants across the floor. His wallet hanging slightly from the trousers' pocket. She couldn't, but then again she had no choice! Quickly taking the man's wallet in her hand, she removed five hundred dollars and rushed out.
Seven years later***She wiped the cookie dough off her face, as she continued adding more flour. She had made a mess but it was worth all the trouble since those were his favorite chocolate cookies."Mommy, mommy! Can I have some?",the little boy nudged her mother's apron. She looked down at her little boy, a smile forming at the corner of her lips. He always did this, begging to lick the chocolate off the spoon as her mom baked his favorite chocolate chip cookies.Seth, was her joy, her very existence, he was the only thing that turned right in her life. She recalled the day, she gave birth to Seth. Raquel totally flipped when Seth's little hand clutched her finger and the little giggle he let out when Raquel held him.Immediately after finding about her pregnancy, she left for Los Angeles. She was ready to give Seth up for adoption despite Raquel's persuasion. Once she saw his little grey eyes, sh
He's the dude?," Raquel asked once they were in Mikaella's office..Mikaella was scared something about the way he looked at her minutes ago made her tense."Yes, Raque! It's him..those grey eyes...I remember them..," she said using her hands to fan herself."Well pee in my ear and call it hot rain! You had to sleep with the one and only Roman Cervantes? Mick, you are his baby momma! Seth..."The mere mention of Seth suddenly made her legs weak. What if he found out they had a son together? What if he took Seth away from her? No! She wouldn't let anyone take her son away from her."No Raque! Seth is mine! Mine. He probably won't remember me anyway," she said laughing nervously as if to calm herself from how hot her body was getting and how fast her heart beat."Mmmh? Mick look at him, Seth is like a mini version of him. They look a like!"Raquel said.&
Roman Cervantes"Markus, get me all the information I need to know about her," he ordered the middle aged man, who for many years had worked as his private investigator."Right away sir," he said now rushing out.He sank in his chair his mind shifting to the little boy. The little boy who made the light that had faded in his heart for long shine. His gut told him that deep down there's something that linked him to the boy.Then there was Ms Sandoval! He never expected that he would ran into her after all those years. He recalled what happened eight years ago. The very incident that shook his life and shattered his heart.He had just been to Japan to attend a business conference. Thankfully it ended a bit earlier than expected and he couldn't wait to surprise Joanna, the love of his life..his fiancé..... Unfortunately fate had other plans for him. He arrived just in time to
"What do you mean someone picked him up?"Mikaella tensed up. Ms Naomi, Seth's teacher had briefly explained it to her that Seth was not in school. She had already made several calls to ask her colleagues if they happen to pick Seth up from school.She paced around her heart pounding against her chest as if to warn her of something tragic happening to Seth. She drove all the way home in hope that Seth would be there.But the chances were slim and she knew it.********"Calm down, Mick," Raquel patted Mick's shoulder. Mikaella was already at home clutching Seth's toy in her hand. She was relentlessly shaking, her eyes now swollen due to how much she had cried, she muttered a prayer for Seth's safety."Yeah, I'm sure he's fine,"Phil, another close friend, assured her. He also had a hard time believing that his God son was now lost somewhere, alone
"Remember when I told you that your daddy was in heaven looking after you," Mikaella started. It was now or never, she needed to do this. The idea of having a dad made Seth happy that his eyes lit up every time he'd talk about him.Mikaella on the other hand hadn't seen this day coming. The day in which she would have to share Seth with someone else who never bothered to look for her. She remembered vividly how Roman declared her a slut! She knew that Roman wasn't going to be the best father figure to her son.Yet here was Seth longing for a father of his own. The thought of running away with Seth crossed her mind but how long was she gonna run? Tomorrow she would come to an agreement with Mr Cervantes about Seth, sharing custody was what she had in mind but would Mr Cervantes agree to it?"Yes mommy. Did he come back from heaven to take care of us?" He asked excitedly as Mikaella sluggishly put on a smile.
The huge metallic gates automatically opened revealing a grand mansion. The oppressive gloom that had weighed her heart down suddenly lifted and dissipated.Roman ushered her into the sprawling vicinity with its lush well-tended lawn. Clusters of bushes dotted the compound, while beyond the house was a stone perimeter wall with a blaze of climbers in red, purple and cream.When she got to the front door, she could hardly believe her eyes. Roman reached for the front door opening the door revealing a spacious hallway that led to a large living room lavishly furnished with unique furniture. The floor length brown curtains were drawn as the sun's rays lit up the whole house.She tried to contain her excitement but she continued to look about with fascinated eyes. A middle aged woman introduced herself as Marga, and showed her around while Roman left.Marga showed her the rooms specifically Roman's room
That night she turned in his bed. She tossed, writhed and cried like a woman in labor. She was inconsolable. Her anguished cry burned deep in her heart and in the pit of her stomach like an inferno in the depths of the earth.She slightly turned at the monster sleeping beside her. The monster who had forcefully kissed and touched her inappropriately. Seven years ago this is what she desperately wanted, marriage! Now she felt filthy, she still felt his fingers trailing inside her skirt, she still had his musky scent on her despite the amount of soap she had brushed her skin with.His sleepy face made his complexion somehow angelic but Mikaella knew better. She had already figured out everything that ran through his filthy mind. He was doing all this to her for revenge, for keeping away his son away from him. She recalled the way he demanded his 'manly needs'.How he cupped her mouth with his hand. At first she didn't unde