GUILIA She didn't seem bad. I asked if I could stay with them until I got my footing, and she agreed without asking questions. To be on the safer side, I told her about the pregnancy, knowing she would realize that sooner or later. Surprisingly, she was cool with it. I could tell she wanted to know more about me and how I ended up in such a situation, but she didn't question me. She was true to her words, giving me time to adjust.It had been eight days since I woke up in the strange room. I'd gotten to know the rest of the household. She has 4 kids. Three daughters and a son, who looks so much like the father, Kristen. Like his wife, Kirsten had no problems with having me in the house. He was accommodating and so were their children. They never dealt with me like strangers, making me feel like I belonged here with them. It felt like I was a part of them. I never felt as close to anyone as I was with them, which was why I sought June out, knowing I had to tell one of them my story
MARKI didn’t know what to expect. Usman didn’t give out many details, and I wasn’t ready to linger any more on the phone asking questions that were probably going to take more of my time.I drew out some bills from my pocket after throwing my pants on and dropped them on the bedside table.“That is more than enough to settle the pay for the room. Leave whenever you are ready.”She didn’t move. I guess she was still trying to recover. A pity I didn’t get to nut. We were hardly halfway through what I had in mind. But that could wait.There would be enough time to nut, cum, cum again when I got Giulia back. For now, I just had to live through the agony.Driving through the city to Usman’s, I cast my mind to my time in Madrid. The streets were now familiar, but they weren’t then. Not when my uncle would send me out to deliver a “package” which I knew could put me in trouble. The fear was so much in me at that time that I would almost piss myself whenever I passed by any officer. It wasn’
GIULIA“Mark?” She placed her hand on her chest. “Bless my heart.”“Do you know him?” I acted as if I didn't know about her, asking a question I already knew the answer to. The reaction she showed was the one I was hoping to get from her, but when I got it, I felt jealous. She nodded, sighing. “He was my childhood friend. We separated 18 years ago when I gave birth to my first child. He left for Spain, and we haven't heard from him since then.” She looked sad, like someone who lost something precious and couldn't recover it. “I believed he would call for once, throughout the years, but he didn't. When I contacted his family, I learned they packed out five years ago. That was the last I saw any of them.”Nodding, I leaned back in my chair, not knowing what to say. I wanted to ask if she dated him, but knew the question would come out as odd. All I could do was nod as I watched her. “Mark isn't an awful guy, though.” She turned to me, taking my right hand in hers. She squeezed my fin
MARKKenzo will be in serious trouble should I find him. And I'll make sure it isn't pretty. It hurt more to know that he was the one that helped her out. If it was another of my men, I would have wasted them on the spot, not minding how long they had worked for me. But Kenzo? I was already having a mental breakdown just thinking about him getting dressed, leading Giulia through the gate and helping her with cash.And fucking hugging her before she left!!!As I raced down the familiar route home, fury coursed through my veins, fueled by Kenzo's betrayal. My grip on the steering wheel was vice-like, knuckles turning white with each passing second. Every slow driver in front of me became an unwitting target for my simmering rage. "FUCKING MOVE!" The incessant honking of my horn echoed my frustration, a symphony of anger against the lagging traffic.My mind was a whirlwind of hurt and betrayal, replaying the scene of Kenzo's betrayal over and over again. The radio played in the backgrou
EDITHStaring at the cold walls that had been my companions for years, the silence I had gotten used to, and the occasional screams from the inmates in the other cell were what I had done all these years. I was the only one locked in this four-cornered room. The first few years were the worst. I almost died from loneliness and silence. I couldn't count how many times I considered ending my life, but the thought of meeting the reason they threw me behind bars was enough to make me strive to live. 18 years it had been...Almost 19 years. Soon, they will let me out. And when they do… June better watch her back. After all, I was in this place because of her.I sat on the bed, looking at the markings on the wall before my gaze drifted to my nails, bloodied and ugly. Something that was once a pride to me was nothing but pain. Each night before I went to sleep, I scribbled dates on the wall. It was the only thing that kept me sane in a place like this. Otherwise, the darkness would have long
MARKNot the exact way I expected my night to go. My steam of anger towards Kenzo long dissipated. The last I saw of him was when two of my men carried his unconscious body outside to be rushed to the hospital. I was mad at myself. I shouldn't have hit him that hard. Though, it wasn't as hard at the news he dished out to me before passing out. Pregnant? When? How? "Shit!" I palmed my face, stopping my endless pacing right in the middle of my room where the bright glow of the glass chandelier was more prominent. I never used protection with Giulia. I never did. How careless! The whores I fucked were better since they knew to stay on contraceptives. But Giulia? I fucking took her virginity. "Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath as the idea settled in my head. I took her virginity. Then I left her feelings to rot since I was a fucking crazy heartbroken dude who couldn't settle with one lady after losing his first love.Fuck!!!As I paced around my room, worry gnawed at my insides,
GIULIAIt turned out Mary was June's first daughter. I met her a week later when she returned for the weekend. It was funny how I ended up at her house after everything. Our reunion was emotional, with Mary hugging me like I might slip out of her fingers should she not do so. She was overjoyed to see me, that she spent the entire day conversing with me. If she thought anything about my pregnancy, she didn't show it. June was so happy to learn I was the best friend her daughter spoke of. Hearing those words made me guilty. I didn't consider her to be a best friend. It was more like a good friend. Learning she considered me to be more than a good form caused me to feel ashamed. “How are you feeling today?” Mary plopped down next to me on the couch, lifting a brow as she asked the question. “Mother said you slept through yesterday.”“Aren't you supposed to be at school?” I frowned, sitting up on the couch. Mary left for school on Monday morning, but here she was, on a Tuesday afternoo
MARKThere was a ray of hope, at least.James promised to get right to work and get back to me later that morning. I wish he didn't say that because I became too anxious to sleep. Every second of distress pushed my sight to the silver clock just beside the door, a continuously painful reminder that I still had six solid hours before the sun rose. Was this the universe's way of punishing me? Maybe if I hadn't hospitalised Kenzo, he might have given me a reasonable amount of solace. At least, I wouldn't be so lost in the eerie claws of anxiety. I stopped by the balcony's double-glass doors and peered outside. A deep breath followed my eyes involuntarily closing. The wind hit my shut eyelids, temporarily soothing my troubled soul. I needed a vacation. A long one. Somewhere far away. Somewhere not here. A vacation to an island close to the sea sounded nice, but a partner would go well with such a setting.If—When—I eventually found Giulia and apologized for my foolishness then successfu