Chapter 3: I love you too

The moment Adrian arrived at his penthouse bedroom, he pinned Simona against the wall and began kissing her hungrily.

He bit her on the lips and slipped his tongue into her warm and sweet mouth as he began sucking every corner of her mouth.

As the kiss prolonged, he realized Simona wasn't responding. It was almost like she didn't know how to kiss. He thought but shook his head.

‘Simona is 25 years old; there's no way she was inexperienced; maybe it's because she was drunk; that's why she wasn't responding,’ he thought and pulled away when he saw she was out of breath.

“Turn and let me help you out of your clothes,” Adrian purposely said; even though he was hot and needy, he wanted to be sure Simona wasn't faking being drunk.

Simona proved Adrian wrong when, instead of turning around, she wrapped her hands around his neck.

“Adrian, I love you,” she confessed, and it must be the heat of the moment, but Adrian replied,

“I love you too,” without realizing.

He spun her around, pulled up her dress, and unclasped her bra. He turned her around again and went on his knees and pulled down her skirt and panties.

She was standing naked in front of him.

He missed the times she walked out of the bathroom naked, acting like she didn't know he was inside the room. He smiled, remembering how bad she was at pretending, and kissed her on her waxed pussy. He looked up, only to find Simona looking down at him.

‘She was very beautiful; her clear blue eyes, her round and full breasts, slender waist, wide hips, and sexy legs—she was perfect,’ Adrian admitted inwardly as he admired Simona from below.

‘But she is not Helena,’ a voice suddenly sounded in his head, and his heart ached. He shut his eyes and stood up.

It's true Simona wasn't Helena; he doesn't like Simona; he just wants her to relieve himself, nothing more. He convinced himself. 

Adrian pushed Simona onto the bed and took off his clothes at the speed of lightning and got on the bed, hovering over her.

He began kissing her and slipped his finger into her tight pussy that was already soaking. He rubbed and teased her clit, and she was a moaning mess.

Adrian added another finger, his mouth latching around her nipple and sucking it like he was a baby, a mature baby.

"Ahhh!" Simona moaned, her fingers intertwining in Adrian's hair and pulling him close when he bit her nipple.

Adrian switched to her other nipple, giving it equal attention. He pulled out his fingers and spread her legs wide, and without warning, he thrust his painful erection into her.

Simona sank her teeth into Adrian's shoulder from the intense pain that shot through her from being penetrated for the first time.

Adrian grunted from the sensation he felt penetrating her and how she bit him; it was almost as if she was claiming him.

Adrian tossed his head back as he enjoyed the feeling of finally penetrating Simona, and she was fucking tight, he thought, as he began to move in and out.

Simona was a moaning mess, with tears of pleasure mixed with pain running down her temples. The pleasure was overwhelming; she wanted more, and she hoped it wouldn't end.

She began to move her hips, meeting Adrian’s every thrust. Seeing that as a clue Simona was enjoying the sex, Adrian began to move faster and rougher.

Simona screamed when she felt her stomach twisting; she felt her orgasm coming at full speed. She wrapped her hands around Adrian's neck, her nails digging into his skin.

"Adrian, I think I'm... cumming!!” 

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my dick,” Adrian said hoarsely, dipping his fingers between her legs and starting to rub her clit with his thumb as he pounded into her, feeling her pussy pulsating around his dick as she cummed on his dick after a few thrusts.

He continued his onslaught until he came, filling her with his warm semen.

Simona wanted to protest when he pulled out of her. However, he spun her around, and she was on all fours. He began to thrust his still rock-hard dick into her from behind.

"Ahhh! Adrian…!" Simona moaned loudly, feeling him deep inside her, stretching her walls, and hitting all the right spots.

Adrian pounds into her relentlessly with one hand gripping her hip up while intermittently playing with her clit, the other pressing her face into the pillow.

There was a long way to go, and Simona's energy as she met all his thrusts told him she would be able to take him till they both passed out.

So they continue, their bodies glistening with sweat and filling the room with loud moans and bodies slapping each other.

~ The next morning ~

Simona's eyes shot open. She was having a happy dream where she and Adrian shared a night of wild and passionate sex. But the next morning, he woke up and started strangling her, accusing her of taking advantage of him, causing her to wake up.

‘Phew, it was only a dream,’ Simona thought, releasing a deep breath, her heart still racing from her dream.

However, Simona's eyes widened when she realized the room she was in wasn't her bedroom. She tried to move but felt something heavy on her stomach.

She turned to the side and came face-to-face with a sleeping Adrian, their lips almost touching. She lay there staring at Adrian's face dazedly as scenes from the previous night started flooding her mind.

‘Wait, what?!’ She screamed in her head, ‘It wasn't a dream? She and Adrian had… sex? It wasn't a dream, and she wasn't a virgin anymore!’ Simona was happy; she finally got to make love with the man she had been in love with since college.

Flashback. 

Simona knew Adrian since college, and the funny part is they were a couple; Adrian was her first kiss, the one to awaken her innermost desires.

Even though they never had sex back then, they used to romance; he would finger, lick, and suck her till she came. He never allowed her to give him a blowjob, even though she wanted to.

He will always say he was preparing her for the day they would have sex because he wanted her to feel only pleasure on that day, not pain.

But one day, he told her his mother was sick, and they were traveling to France to go and treat her there. That's how they separated. 

Even though they stayed in touch for a few months, one day, Adrian texted her that his mom passed away and he wouldn't be coming back to New York again.

Simona was so broken.

A week later, she went down to grab some ice cream after locking herself inside her bedroom. However, on reaching the living room, she saw there was a broadcast of a funeral on the TV, but she didn't pay attention to it and went to the kitchen. But on returning, she was shocked to see Adrian on the screen.

She immediately went to the location. 

But when she approached Adrian, he looked at her as if it were his first time seeing her, and Simona also realized he was kind of different, like an entirely new person.

The Adrian she met at the funeral was cold; his eyes were empty, almost soulless, and he had a fierce expression, different from the Adrian she had dated. Simona thought it must be because of his mother's death.

But when Adrian denied ever knowing her, she decided to leave and respect his decision. 

She went to university and dedicated herself, and 5 years later, she became the youngest fashion designer with many lines. But no one knew her identity. People could only reach her through her assistant manager.

And when she received the message from her assistant that Adrian's company wanted her to become their head designer, she was happy to accept the job.

But when she went for the interview and they called her Simona, she realized they had mistaken her for the one applying for the position as Adrian’s secretary. So she suddenly groaned that she had a stomachache and excused herself from the interview.

She remembered making friends with a girl her age called Simona a few minutes ago, and the girl had told her she was there to apply for the secretary position. 

So after thinking it through, she wanted to become Simona; that way, she would become Adrian's secretary and be by his side. She was able to convince the real Simona by offering her a job as a secretary in her company. 

That's how she became Adrian's secretary, but for three years, he never looked at her. She was surprised when he proposed a contract marriage for two years but also hurt because she found out that day he had a fiancée abroad!

Presently.

….

Simona sighed, snapping out of her daze. Her real name wasn't Simona Smith.

Her real name is Anastasia Moore. The mysterious heiress of the Moore family. And it was time she got over her fairytale. 

AN: 

Please take note:

Simona’s real name is Anastasia Moore. Her dad and friends call her Anna, and at her company, she is addressed as Miss Moore.

Her secretary is the real Simona Smith. So please take note and don't be confused when the name Simona is mentioned. Thank you.

Love, fireworks.

~~~ 

Anastasia slowly lifted Adrian's arm off her stomach and got out of bed but fell flat on her face from the pain that shot through her the moment she stood up. 

‘That bastard, didn't he know it was her first time, so he had to go gentle on her?’ She scolded Adrian inwardly.

"See who is talking about gentleness after screaming harder throughout the night," her consciousness chastised.

Anastasia giggled and murmured internally, "Yes, I enjoyed it. Every part of it.