Weekends

Anna's POV

Alessandro and I practically knew nothing else about each other, aside from the one name we had told each other. We were never supposed to ask personal questions.

All we did was meet on weekends, have an explosive time, and then afterwards return to our normal lives.

I swallowed hard, my shoulders slumping.

The audio announcement in the subway indicating that my stop was next, echoed, jolting me back.

Minutes later, I dropped from the subway and headed into my neighborhood.

“The whore is back,” one of the annoying girls in the neighborhood jeered as I walked into the public housing which I stay in.

“It's our turn to clean the housing this Saturday. Me and you,” she sneered cheekily, licking her lips in an irritating manner. “You always sneaking off on weekends when you’ve got no job. I wonder what you go out there—”

“Noted,” I cut her off quickly and walked past.

Ever since I moved into this neighborhood, she has never failed to remind me how I fell from grace to grass, and how I was jobless. And she was always sticking her damn nose in my business.

To save up money, I had to cut down on a lot of things. One of which was moving from Bushwick to the not so high-end Brownsville, Brooklyn.

“Ah. Before that, your trash money?” she demanded, blocking my way.

“What trash money?” I asked, my face already wrinkling.

“Excuse you? You think your waste is disposed of for free here?” She hissed. “I paid for you since we couldn't wait, so refund me right now.”

“Take that, bịxch!” I threw her wads of notes I could grab in my purse before I marched into my room.

It was my last cash in hand but I felt satisfied throwing it to her face.

Once I start working in Miller company, I'd be paid good money and I'd move out of this slump.

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I spent the week days with my mom in the hospital as we prepared for her surgery.

On Friday, I sent a message to Alessandro through the receptionist, telling him I couldn't make it this weekend. I also told him I had good news, and lastly, I promised to make it up to him when we see each other next weekend.

Saturday morning, Mom was wheeled into the surgery room.

As the doors clicked shut, I broke down in tears. All the emotions I had been holding in came pouring out. Like they have been waiting for so long.

“Foolish girl, you couldn't even wait for her to properly enter before breaking down,” I said to myself as I forced back the tears.

But they kept streaming down. They wouldn't stop.

Mom raised me alone. When she was supposed to live her life, she gave me all she could and I never lacked even without a father. I could never live without her. I couldn't.

After five hours, Doctor Oliver finally came out of the surgery room.

I jumped up from the bench.

“Doctor Oliver, how's my mom?” I asked as I rushed to meet him.

“The surgery was successful and you can see her once she's moved from the recovery room to the standard ward. We will run more tests and keep an eye on her,” Doctor Oliver said.

A huge sigh of relief left me in a breath.

“Thank you so much, Doctor Oliver. Thank you.”

He nodded, his face breaking into a tired smile. “Try to get some rest, yourself, Annabelle. Your mom will be alright.”

He patted my shoulder and walked off with his team.

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The next weekend came faster than I expected.

It was the alarm beep on my phone Friday evening, while I was with Mom in the hospital, that reminded me.

Something in me stirred alive.

It was always like this.

Weekends had become my most meaningful time, and my body shamelessly looked forward to them.

Alessandro… what is this man doing to me…

But I could understand.

At a time when it felt like every part of my life was crashing down, Alessandro came into my life as my little escape.

He brought colour to my weekends, and that colour spilled into my weekdays.

I still think I wouldn't have reacted the way I did—calm—when he blurted those words that night if it was another man. Because damn, Alessandro is gorgeous.

He was pretty, yet manly and sexy in a way that could make a woman’s body pulsate so bad. He had this bad boy mysterious persona that perfectly clicked with his dark wavy black hair, such that if you hadn't spoken to him before, you wouldn't know he had a mischievous side to him too.

When we started—the very first day we met after confirming our health, mental and psychological status, we were both shy.

Our first sex was one heck of a mess.

“I'm nervous…I haven't done this before,” I'd confessed as he leaned in towards me. And rightly so, I hadn't popped my cherry.

I had lied in the contract that I was experienced.

After confessing, I thought he'd end the partnership on the spot. But he had surprised me and said he was ok with me being a virgin.

Because my hymen was so stubborn and refused to come off, we couldn't immediately start our fucking. It was always too painful for me each time we tried. We had to try and try before finally we were able to have our first real sex together.

And bang! That was when I saw his real self.

Alessandro was a maniac in bed. His gaze alone made my legs tremble. He knew how to outline my body with his mouth in the way that made it clamp so bad. After several tries and we finally learned our bodies, sex became a bomb. We'd cum thrice and still want more. We could never get tired of each other.

I sighed, coming back to the present as the Hotel elevator arrived with a ding sound.

Leaving Mom alone in the hospital during her recovery stage was tugging in my mind, but I had already promised to meet Alessandro this weekend and couldn't shift it again. Although, she almost pushed me out of her room for me to go and get some air, I still felt worried leaving her all alone.

As people vacated, I entered the elevator, my nose mask firmly in place.

Getting to the hotel room, I pressed the bell.

It rang inside and the door opened almost immediately after.

A hand grabbed me instantly and pulled me inside.

“Ale–”

His lips cut me short as he claimed me in a breath-taking, lips-crashing kiss.

I was totally breathless by the time he pulled away.

His eyes held me, tenderly, like an excited teenager seeing his lover after a long time. “Didn't you say you have a good news and would make it up to me? What's the good news?"

“I—” I gulped painfully, the nature of our relationship coming to mind.

I wanted to share my news with him… I wished I could tell him of my joy and pain…

But then, we were nothing but fuck mates.

“No sharing of personal lives, remember,” I reminded, draping my hands over his shoulders with a smirk.

His eyebrows slightly furrowed, then he chuckled, mischief glinting in his eyes. “Then, let me make you feel good,” he breathed, and in a single breath, buried his face in my chest. One hand skillfully pushing both my linen top and brassier up in one shove, another one already at my back. In barely another second, the lock of my handless brassiere clicked unlock and dropped to the luxurious floor.

I sucked in a breath.

His tongue teased my nipples, twirling and licking around them.

“You have the most beautiful boobs,” he murmured, grasping one and fondling tenderly.

“You said the same thing for my pussy,” I smirked.

“Yeah I did. You are so beautiful," he groaned softly, his eyes softening. “I could stare at you forever.”

My heart skipped.

Forever… what does he mean…

I swallowed through a tight throat, willing myself not to dwell on his words. Because I knew—despite everything—the truth remained: we were nothing but fuck partners.

My body tightened as his mouth enclosed one of my breasts. Sweet warmth bloomed inside me.

He paused. Then his eyes dragged from my face down to my lower body, a dirty smirk curling his lips.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, frowning slightly.

I knew that look. He always had something mischievous up his sleeve whenever he made that face.