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“Don’t have to tell me twice.” I pressed my lips on Danica’s stomach.I started kisses on her thighs and stomach; her gasps increased as she ran her fingers into my hair.“Fuck,” I whispered as she pressed them against me. This turned me on and I started kissing her neck. I pulled the straps from her shoulders. The full view of her breasts completely bared to me has my dick dripping.I wanted to own her forever. I wanted to kiss her, suck every part of her body, touch her, fuck her, and worship her. My dick was throbbing as I lowered my head and buried my face between her breasts.I was delirious when she pulled my hair tightly. She pressed me harder to her breasts. I took one of her perfect pink nipples into my mouth. I heard her hiss as I start sucking.She tugged my hair harder, there was no better feeling.I was desperate to bury myself inside her and feel her heat. She was my weakness.My thum*LORENZO*"Are you even a man?" Rico asked."It's too heavy for a human being to lift.” I grumbled."What about those guys lifting it? Aren't they humans?"I stared at the men lifting the bags of cement as if they weigh nothing but you could tell that it was too fucking heavy by the way they were sweating profusely.I shook my head.This job wasn’t for me."I can't carry those"I stated, flatly.He sighed. “Fine...you can use the wheelbarrow then.” He suggested.That didn't even make me glad.I just wanted to relax and be taken care of.I got hold of the wheelbarrow and with all my strength, I lifted a bag into it.Oh Jesus.I started transporting it but the wheelbarrow didn't want to cooperate with me.It was bad and it took longer time to get it to those who needed it."Oh, Andro. I'm sorry to say this but you're giving us double work...this job isn't for you... please leave. You’re fired."I gave him a sad face. “Alright"And then, I turned around and walked away, smiling.I was hap
*LORENZO*Danica had been given me all her big, old PJs to wear these past few days."Danica, I know this might be too much to ask but please could you get me some clothes, like male clothes." I requested trying to sound as polite as possible.She turned around to face me.The look she gave me made me close my mouth.This was unbearable.It doesn't feel right that this woman was treating me like this.When she opened an ugly looking door for me, I gasped realizing where this is."You'll be staying here from now on"It was an attic and it was as messed up as an attic should be with boxes everywhere."Where am I going to sleep?"She pointed at a tiny bed."Danica please....""You just don't listen, do you?""Sorry, ma'am, please...let me sleep at the couch in the living room then.” I pleaded."No""What about the floor at the living room? I think I could manage that""No""Woman, have mercy on me, please"She burst into laughter.I frowned at her, this wasn’t funny."At least put yourse
*LORENZO*Danica was a mean woman.Not a kind of helper I would wish for anyone.But I was still hoping she would change her mind.I didn’t know where to go.I was too weak to even stand up on my own.I shut my eyes trying to think, I needed to remember something to get myself out of this misery.Who was I?Was I someone poor or rich?Do I have parents? Siblings?Were they searching for me?Was I married?Danica said she doesn't know me so I was clearly not from this neighborhood.Then where was I from?How did I get badly hurt like this?I felt frustrated when I still couldn't remember anything.Then the rains started drizzling.Oh no!Not the rain.And it started falling in thick sheet.Oh!Who did I offend?I sat there in front of her house, getting dealt with by the heavy downpour.I felt something thicker streaming down my neck.Putting my hand to it.
*LORENZO*She walked up to the bed."Mommy said you're awake now, you've been out for four days""Oh really?""Yeah, how are you feeling?" She asked."Not good, I don't even know how I can eat by myself""Don't worry, you'll get better soon.” She replied, sweetly.I couldn't help but smile...I wish her mother was like her.And then the little girl started telling me about her friend who almost died from a car accident but was now perfectly okay.Well, she was using that to motivate me but I was too hungry to be motivated at the moment.My stomach grumbled again."Oh I'll feed you.” She offered.Thank God.She took the plate and sat down close to me on the bed, then she started feeding me.I couldn't be more happy as food filled my system."I'm Lucia but people call me Lucy, what's your name?""I don't know.” I replied, pathetically.She gasped. “You don't know your own name?"
*DANICA*Finding out I was pregnant had been a hard pill to swallow.I was barely getting my life in order and still settling into this new place and I was pregnant for the man who shattered my heart?I contemplated having an abortion so many times but I couldn’t go through with it and so, I decided to have the baby.It had been hard, being pregnant, it was hard being so alone but by the time I had my baby, it felt like everything was worth it.She brought so much joy to my life.And so, I got used to living here, even learnt about several herbs and medicine through an old lady who lived next door.As the hospital was miles away, we were always able to administer first aid and other treatment options to the villagers.I also opened a restaurant. I was having a good life here with my daughter.Until the day I found him at the beach.It felt as if fate was playing tricks on me.How could we have met again after seven years?
*DANICA*He had said he was only going to work. But for days, he didn’t come home.I was worried out of my mind.I didn’t have a cellphone, he said he’d get me one and he left a number on the table close to the landline that I could call if I needed anything.I tried calling that number multiple times but no one answered.Spending each day alone in this house felt unbearable.Was he okay?Did something happen to him?Oh God, I prayed daily for him to be safe. I had to reach out to the neighbor and she told me she had Lorenzo’s number.She tried calling him but he didn’t answer either.Should I file a report to the police?But if he was really missing, his family might have noticed, right?Not hearing from him at all was driving me crazy.On the sixth day since he left the house, he finally returned, dressed in a black suit and looking gloomy.“Lorenzo.” I called as I ran u







