Andy strolls to the kitchen, his whiff being the first thing to announce his arrival. I don't turn to meet him because I am involved in arranging the cups on the tray for breakfast. He encircles his arms around my stomach from behind, giving me a peck on the neck. This has been blathering on for weeks now, and I am fascinated by what we have. He has been passionate but respectful all the same. He has opened up to me a lot, and I suppose this has done him a lot of good. This is all that I wished for. For him to be unrestricted with me. For him to entrust his secrets to me. He hasn't said a word about him being entirely ready, but I know we are making progress. He is a man of few to no words, but I can point it out from his eyes and the way he behaves with me lately. I can sense that he is gradually getting out of the cage he has been living in for four years now. I am mesmerised by how sweet and childish he acts with me at times. Those times, he just hugs me out of the blue. Those ti
I finish washing the dishes and jog to my room. The excitement I am feeling, huh? I take a hot shower and rest on my bed. An hour flashes, and I was getting underway with impatience when a slight knock on my door almost makes me jump out of bed with ecstasy. My heart skips several beats, but I compose myself, albeit in vain. This is what I was waiting for. I don't answer the door, nor do I mumble a word. Instead, I saunter to my bedroom window and stare through it. Cool, my heart. He is here! He calls my name, but I am deaf. He calls a few more times, and then silence falls. Anger and paranoia start clambering in me. Did he walk away? He didn't bother to ask if I was inside. Why the heck did I think of this absurdity? I should have planned something more suggestive, you know, like waiting for him in the sitting room or lying nude on his bed. Shiieet! Now I will have to deal with... Boom! The door flows open, and a cold chill runs down my spine, turning my insides into ice for a
I wake up to the most beautiful pair of dark brown eyes staring at me in my room. After that mind-blowing lovemaking session we had yesterday, we fell asleep right after, with Andy fondling me in his arms. I had just lost my purity to him, but I had and still have no regrets whatsoever. I surrendered to the man I love. I love him so much, and I want to do anything and everything with him. He made lunch for us yesterday, and we had it on his bed after changing the stained sheets and having a warm bath together. I stood, yes, with the proof of my virginity that I had willingly given to him. I experienced something so sweet yesterday, and Andy was no less sweet and gentle. He wanted me to remain on his bed after he left to pick Angel up from school, but after he was gone, I had to leave his comfortable bed and drag myself to my room. It's not because I was ashamed or that I didn't want to remain in that bed and room that have beautiful memories of our first time, but because I thought of
I am glancing at this cute, chubby doll looking all bubbly as she runs around with other kids at this park. She has played almost all the games here, and now, after making me and Andy run around like kids playing with her, she is having a great bonding time with other kids. Looking at her, I feel so content. Seeing her this happy and free fills my heart with joy. She is happy. Andy is happy. I am happy. I will do anything and everything to make sure their faces remain this bright. These smiles are my source of happiness. How time flies, huh? I walked into their lives just two months ago. They were so reserved. I recall the scolding I received from Andy the first time I did something about his daughter without him knowing. He went berserk. He acted so insecurely wild. At some point, I thought he was being a drama king. But after knowing him and learning all that he has been through, I completely understand now why he is so protective and insecure about his daughter. She is the only fa
I stare at this cheating, lying bastard before me. His demeanour is still as intimidating as before. Actually, it's more intimidating now that he seems to have added more pounds over the years. Tall and really huge. Hasn't he heard of the word "gym"? And what's with all these nauseating tattoos, for heaven's sake? IMAO! "How do you know about me and Andy?" I ask, so flat and emotionless. This nincompoop humiliated me before. He disrespected me once. I won't let him do that to me again. What he thinks of me doesn't matter. "Are you seriously asking me that? You two can't hide your infidelity even in public." The balls!Infidelity? I didn't see it that way. Now, this hurts, but I can't be weak in front of him. I can't let his fucking option break me. If that is his motive, to humiliate me once again, he will wait forever to see that happen.He was always a dick in the ass. Always will be. "You know what, Damian? I don't give a fuck what this seems like to you, because you are the l
"Are you okay?" He asks, shifting his eyes to me. I look at him, and I can see in his eyes that he has so many questions. At least he remained calm, because I was scared of him losing his cool to the annoying bastard. "I am. But I wouldn't mind a hug." He embraces me tightly, calming me down. He really doesn't need to put in any effort. That is how strong his magic is for me. "You have such an annoying ex." He says behind me, and I pull away from the hug, but he keeps me pressed to him. I look into his beautiful eyes. "He is not my ex." I say, tightening my hands around his neck. "I like your definition of that word. Why does he seem so mad at you? Did you bite his balls?" Shit, Andy! I hate it when you act dirty because you make my mind go haywire. But I love it all the same because you arouse the dark side of me that I never knew existed. What charm do you use on me? "Seriously, I wish I did. That way, he would have a good reason to be mad at me." "Well, forget that, because
I slowly limp back from the bathroom to my bed, feeling so tired of this room. It has been two good weeks since I had that accident, but it was not as serious as Andy is making it look. I only got a few injuries on the back of my head and my hip, and a very minor one on the hand, but this Andy guy has made a great deal out of it. I don't get to do a single thing in this house. He has taken up all the responsibilities. He has even reduced himself to working from the house since the day I suffered the accident. He takes Angel to and from school, and he has hired a cleaner to do the laundry for us and mop the house. Well, since he can't cook and I have a sense that he can't allow anyone else in his kitchen, we have gone back to eating ordered food. The food from outside has its own special taste, I must admit, but the sweetest of our meals is the breakfast. Why? Andy devoted himself to making it for us. I don't enjoy being babysat at all, but getting that special treatment from Andy hit
He sprawls me gently on his bed and lies beside me, his chest on mine, our eyes scanning our faces. I don't know why he prefers his bedroom over mine, but I like it even more. I like that he wants to live with our memories close to him. On his bed. He lifts his T-shirt, which is acting as my dress to cover my nakedness. He pulls it out, leaving me with nothing. The devilish smile on his face says how well he loves the idea that I have nothing but my birth suit. He runs his hand through my bare skin, giving my nipples a soft pinch each, and he takes pleasure in admiring them for a while. I know he loves my boobs; he has told me that countless times. "How do you like the sight?" I ask, unbuttoning his shirt one button after the other, not forgetting to run my fingers on his chest where I can. I love how tight his muscles are. "I love it." He says, helping me throw his shirt on the floor where my T-shirt lies. I ran my hands savagely on his chest, playfully pinching and pulling his ni