ANDY'S POVI wait for my Ania to come and get me breakfast like she does most of the time, but today she doesn't come. I understand her, though. I know I screwed up last night, big time. I know she is mad, and she has all the rights and reasons to be, but I will explain everything this morning. Everything I have found about this fucking bitch named Maria, I will relay to her so that she can understand why I will do anything and everything to protect her. She sees Maria as just a selfish, pathetic bitch, which she sure is, but there is a more dangerous part of her that she is not aware of. Something that even I didn't know until I did my investigation. Now that I think about it, was my marriage to me a scam? Going by Tania's thinking, I feel like I was taken for a ride! This woman might have played me back then because things were just not adding up. It pains me to admit, but maybe I was so desperate for love back then that I refused to see through the curtain of her deceit. Her stu
Four hours later!My mom walks to my room. She must be thinking I am deep asleep; that's why she is almost tiptoeing. If only she knew I have built like a hundred castles in the air since I laid on this bed, because I haven't even blink! I sit down, acknowledging her presence.She is still mad, but at least now she can spare me a glance and a faint smile. "Do you feel any better?" She asks, still standing. I nod my head, lying, because nothing feels better at all. I don't know if leaving was a good idea, because now I have absolutely no idea what is going on back at Andy's house. Has he already found out that I left? How is he? And Angel? My poor girl! I hope she forgives me for this.I can't help but worry, especially with the picture of that witch back there. She must be swimming on cloud nine now, thinking that she has won. May the devil lick her ass!I know my Andy will come for me! "Despite being away from me for months, you are still my daughter. I know you so well. You can
My bedroom door opens, and my mother walks in. I honestly don't know what time of the bright morning it is, and I also can't recall what time I drowned into sleep last night. My head still feels so heavy with pending thoughts. I might have been thinking even in my sleep. Pss! Ooh me! I lazily pull myself up, sitting straight on the bed, and wait for my mother to speak. She looks so heavily pregnant with utterance, which I don't quite understand because we were on a clear page when we retired to bed last night. We had a loquacious family dialogue after Rita left, and we came to an understanding. I had a wide range of elucidating to do, and I did so without leaving out a thing. I poured out my all—my feelings, my thoughts, my sentiments, everything. After the lengthy beneficial lectures, even from my younger siblings, I felt so relieved, like a very enormous burden had been lifted off my chest. Nevertheless, I still found myself ambling in thoughts when I laid down on my bed, fathoming
We say goodbye to my family after a small talk. Well, it seems like Andy's charm faultlessly worked on them, and though they can't say it to me, I know they think my idea of running off was rather childish. All in all, Andy came for me. He came after me. He left that bitch and went after the one his heart desires—the one he adores. That clears all my doubts, and so we hit the road back to the city. Back to our nightmare. What was I even thinking, huh? I concur with what they say; you know, running away from problems isn't the solution. Yeah! I concur. That isn't a remedy for anything at all, and it will never be. It's like the ridiculous tale of drinking your sorrows away, because in the morning you wake up sober, and everything you thought you drowned down your system and digested will be screaming at you. Basically, there are no shortcuts in life, nor are there smoother ways, nor will everything be handed to you on a silver platter. If you want to succeed, if you want to get what y
*MATURE CONTENT*Our hands are all over our bodies as Andy kicks the door of this hotel room shut. I don't know how or when he concocted this, but... "Ooh.." A moan bypasses my lips as he slinks his hand under my dress, his fingers nipping my hard nipples roughly. I flex my chest toward him, granting him ample access due to my dreadful desires. We haven't done this in weeks. To hell with that fucking agreement we made to abstain until our wedding night. A lot has ensued that thwarted our desires during these past few days, and I understand, but now, I yearn to fuck him all this freaking day long. I want his glorious cock to spend the entire day massaging my walls and spend the night inside me if possible. Damn! It's been so fucking long since I felt his cock vibrating in my groin. I twitch with ecstasy as his fingers pinch my hard nipples, and another whimper of glory escapes my lips. As if that were a victory call to him, he squeezes the nipples even harder, twisting them, givin
After that weird sex that left my wrists sore and hurting like hell, Andy carefully carried me to bed, swaddled me in his arms, and we both drifted off to sleep. I don't know for how long it has been since I didn't even notice him waking up. My orbs bore into my wrists. They are all red. The soreness and imprints on his fingers are apparent. I don't want to put more meaning into this, so I take it as just a mere accident. I step out of bed, pull down my dress, and stride to the small table where he is conversing with his daughter through a video call on his laptop. I heeded him, notifying her that he had found me, and the cute doll was throwing tantrums. She isn't buying her dad's idea about seeing me tomorrow. "Please, daddy! Pretty please! I am sure mommy Ania will want to talk to me right away if you ask her." "That's why I am asking you, princess, to please give me a few minutes. When she is done with what she is doing, I will ask her to talk to you. Is that okay, baby?" "Why
"Maybe...maybe not. I just don't know, Ania. I have no feelings for Maria." "But you two had a strong connection before. It's normal for her to trigger something in you when you see her again, Andy." "All I know is that I don't want to see the face of that bitch. She reminds me of how her far-fetched love almost reduced me to nothing and the hell I went through with my daughter when she left. I gave her my all, Ania. I pleaded with her; I begged her, but still, she left. She told me to my face that day that I was not even half the man she wanted to spend her life with. And now she shamelessly comes back to claim my daughter? She dares to question how I brought up my daughter. She has no right to do that." "I know, Andy." I place my hands on top of his, soothing him with my thumbs. "Don't let her words or actions get to you because that is exactly what she wants—to irritate you and make you start doubting yourself. She wants to crush the confidence you have built in yourself over the
We drive in through our gate, Andy's mansion, our home. I regret leaving the way I did, but I won't beat myself over it. I did what I thought was best; Andy came for me as I wished, and now we have the battle to fight together so that we can eventually settle down in peace. A murderer to deal with. He opens the door for me, and I step out with Angel in my arms. Poor kid! She is still asleep. Andy was serious when he said we would pick Angel up at seven. We left the hotel at 3 a.m, had a three-hour drive to the city, and another forty-minute drive to Rita's place. The clock is now ticking a quarter past seven.Oops! She is awake! "Hey, baby?" I greet her when she opens her eyes, putting her down and combing her hair with my fingers.She pulls me for a hug, and I engulf her tight. She really missed me as much as I did. Andy is standing at a distance, admiring us—his two babies. "Next time you leave, Mommy, could you take me and Daddy with you?" She says this when we pull away.Ooh, i