That Monday, the road back to the capital felt heavy. Inigo sincerely offered to take the responsibility for explaining our separation to Jimena and Aunt Eleanor. The thought of their reactions gnawed at me. I knew they would be shocked and sad, especially Jimena. I was afraid that if they found out the real reason for our split, they might judge me, maybe even hate me. Jimena is like a real sister to me and Aunt Eleanor is like my second mother. They are family to me so it would be painful if they distanced themselves from me because of what happened. I could only pray they'd understand and wouldn't condemn me.
Kaycee was the first person I told about my breakup with Inigo when I arrived in the Capital. She was saddened by the news but also had a sense of relief in her voice as she told me we'd made the right decision.
"It's good that you made the right decision. I know that from your perspective, marrying Inigo seemed like the right thing to do, but for me, it wasn't
"What were you thinking?" Cedrick Miguel murmured when he noticed me being silent. We lay tangled in the sheets, resting. His hand gently caressed my cheek and then gave me a gentle kiss on my temple."I just remembered Kaycee," I confessed. "Good thing she's on a mission in the North, or she would wonder why I didn't go home to the apartment last night.""That friend of yours… she doesn't like me, does she?" I chuckled softly at what he said."How did you know?""I just sensed it." He said, smiling as if amused. "The few times I went to your apartment to see you, she confronted me, all fire and anger. I thought she was hiding you, but you were in Santa Lucia that time. She even called the police to drive me away from your apartment.""She did what?" I burst out laughing. Kaycee hadn't told me, probably because she didn't want to bother me at the time. But I still can't quite believe she did that, and I can't help but laugh at how feisty she is.
I woke up in the morning, and Cedrick Miguel was no longer beside me. I smiled when I noticed I was wearing his clothes, which looked like a dress on me. I wasn't wearing anything underneath, not even on my lower half. I don't remember putting it on, so he must have been the one who dressed me.Was I really that tired, sleeping so deeply that I didn't feel him dressing me? A soft smile slowly painted my lips as the memories of last night flooded back. We hadn't had a chance to talk last night, too preoccupied, lost in each other's touch and kisses, expressing the heat we felt. Every touch, every sigh, was its own language, a burning expression of our desires. Last night was beyond amazing.I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. It was the first time I'd been in his bathroom, and I noticed its masculine design. It had a dedicated area for a soaking tub, a separate shower, a vanity, and a private toilet room. The floors and walls were made of h
I was completely weak, while he still looked eager and full of stamina. After indulging in that most intimate part of my womanhood and savoring every intoxicating drop of my juices, he slowly arose and removed his belt along with his pants and boxer briefs. He spread my legs wider, and I willingly stretched them even further for him. He firmly held my parted knees and then positioned himself between my legs. He stared at me with a look full of love, yearning, and desire, then without hesitation, he staked his claim on me and penetrated me.His thrusts were intense and a bit aggressive, and I gasped because it was a bit painful. I remember it has been a while since we last did it. He seemed to sense my discomfort because he had a bit of difficulty entering my opening, so he slowed down and became gentle as he pushed and pulled. Gosh, he was so damn big that my opening couldn't cope immediately and that it was being stretched so much whenever he was entering it. When I felt him
His way of kissing me was gentle, as if testing to see if I would resist. But then, I found myself responding, a silent affirmation of my choice. I felt a flicker of surprise in his response to my gentle reciprocation. He pulled back, but only for a moment, before a sudden wave of yearning seemed to wash over him, and he returned with a kiss that was passionate and intense. I felt his tongue thrust and taste every corner of my mouth, and the butterflies in my stomach started to go wild. It's like I'm getting dizzy from the sensation it brings me."Mmmmm...." I couldn't help but moan against his mouth.His kisses traveled from my lips down to my jaw and then to the sweet spot of my neck, starting to lick and nip me there. His hands began to caress and gently squeeze my body. He cupped and slightly squeezed my breasts. His erection was instantaneous, and I could feel it pressing against my stomach. With that, I felt a gust of heat suddenly spread from my belly down to th
He gently guided me to one of the plush couches in his living room when we got inside his penthouse. He offered me a drink, a simple courtesy that underscored the silent tension between us. Then he sat beside me, close enough that our arms brushed - a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through me. Just a little brush of his arm against mine, and I felt like I was being electrocuted by his touch. This is why I don't trust myself whenever we're alone.I had a feeling he felt that tension too because he stared intently at me and cleared his throat before speaking."I heard you and he broke up," he murmured, his voice soft, laced with a tenderness that made my heart ache."How did you find out?" I saw him become hesitant to answer and looked unrelaxed."We just had a misunderstanding, we'll work it out soon," I lied."Liar," he breathed, his voice barely audible. "I know you're over."So he already knew. But from whom? Who had told him? I couldn't
That Monday, the road back to the capital felt heavy. Inigo sincerely offered to take the responsibility for explaining our separation to Jimena and Aunt Eleanor. The thought of their reactions gnawed at me. I knew they would be shocked and sad, especially Jimena. I was afraid that if they found out the real reason for our split, they might judge me, maybe even hate me. Jimena is like a real sister to me and Aunt Eleanor is like my second mother. They are family to me so it would be painful if they distanced themselves from me because of what happened. I could only pray they'd understand and wouldn't condemn me.Kaycee was the first person I told about my breakup with Inigo when I arrived in the Capital. She was saddened by the news but also had a sense of relief in her voice as she told me we'd made the right decision."It's good that you made the right decision. I know that from your perspective, marrying Inigo seemed like the right thing to do, but for me, it wasn't