Unexpected Guests

    It's been three years since Amelia and Maxmillian were in a relationship. They have both had their different complicated days and good days. Aside from the fun they had as couples. Sharing meals, cuddles, kisses. Every romantic moment they spent, Maxmillian had never made any sexual attempt on Amelia, even when she most times craved sexual pleasure and satisfaction.

   The night was cold and thunderous. Heavy rain poured, emanating from the dark cloud which covered the sky. Maxmillian and Amelia retired to bed, cuddling each other. His muscled arms were cupped around her fragile waist, while her head was gently placed on his chest. Suddenly, she began caressing and kissing every part of Maxmillian's body. The intense moment made Maxmillian wake up instantly. Feeling every touch Amelia had poured out on him, he knew what she wanted. He knew how horny she was but denied her the pleasure she wanted.

"What is wrong with you, Max? Ever since we've been together, all you do is ignore me at every slight moment. Are you seeing someone else? Is someone else satisfying you? For three years you haven't touched me. What is wrong?" Amelia asked.

"Nothing. I'm sorry, Amelia. I'm sorry about everything, it's just that there are some things I can't say," he pleaded.

"For three years now you have been saying the same thing. What do you want me to make out of this? I have been patient enough. I am a woman too, you know. I feel aroused almost every time we cuddle, kiss, and foreplay. But then you leave me hanging. I want you now, Max. Please don't say no," Amelia pleaded.

   Maxmillian Knight stared at her for a while. He couldn't bear the urge of seeing tears in the eyes of his woman begging hungrily for sexual pleasure. He got up from the bed and left the room, speechless and helpless, leaving Amelia all alone till she cried herself to sleep.

   Maxmillian Knight hated the fact that he was a shape-shifting werewolf, unable to have an affair with humans. He was born that way. Never knowing his parents, he was raised by a pack of werewolves who told him the history and rules of a werewolf. The only way a werewolf can be able to produce is if they mate with themselves. Every day that passes, Maxmillian Knight wishes he could tell Amelia everything about him, including the consequences that follow from falling in love with a human, but he fears that Amelia would end up leaving him or running away from him.

   That night he couldn't sleep. He kept wandering about his house from one corner to the other, thinking of ways to make it right with Amelia, knowing he had messed up big time.

   The sun had risen really bright, shining at every corner of the bedroom. Amelia woke up, but couldn't find Maxmillian beside her on the bed. She got mad, proceeded to leave the room, and confront him. As she opened the door, she found Maxmillian standing in front of the room.

"I'm sorry," Maxmillian apologized.

"I don't want to hear it," Amelia replied reluctantly, and walked past him.

   Maxmillian followed her immediately, trying to make her understand, but he knew, without a good explanation, he was only blabbing. Amelia didn't utter another word until she got to the dining to prepare something to eat, just then one of the Maxmillian security guards brought in a message.

"Good morning, sir," the security guard greeted him.

"What do you want?" Maxmillian replied rudely.

"You have guests, sir," the guard answered.

"Guests? Are they from my company? Tell them I don't want to see any of them," Maxmillian commanded.

"I'm afraid, sir, but they are not from the company. As a matter of fact, the lady in question..."

"Lady?" Amelia cut in, looking more interested in what the guard had to say.

"I don't know any lady," Maxmillian defended.

"What does this lady want?" Amelia asked the guard. She looked more curious than before.

"I'm not in the position to say, sir," the guard said respectfully, just like every person who worked for Maxmillian feared him greatly.

"I command you to speak," Maxmillian said.

"She said she brought your son for you," the guard answered.

   The shocking news Amelia had just had put her in total confusion. The breakable plate which she had in her hands fell off and broke.

"What? That's ridiculous," Maxmillian interfered.

   Just then the lady entered, looking so young and pretty. She had on a black body-hug sexy gown and a young man followed suit. He looked just like Maxmillian, as handsome as he was, so energetic and full of life.

"Hello, everyone," the lady greeted.

"What is going on, Max?" Amelia turned and asked.

"I am just as confused as you are. I have absolutely no idea who these people are, and I have never seen them before," Maxmillian defended.

   For the first time ever in Maxmillian's life, he felt weak and numb. He tried as much to remember where he had met the lady in question and the young man who claimed to be his son, but all to no avail.

"Pardon me, young lady," Amelia excused.

"It's Grace. My name is Grace Monroe," the lady interrupted.

"I have never heard of such a name before," Maxmillian added.

"Well, of course you haven't," Grace replied. "I know you haven't met your son before, Maxmillian Knight, but I assure you he is yours, and I am his mother, and you know the only way people make babies, don't you?" Grace added.

   Amelia became upset. She stared at Maxmillian with hate and regret, tears shimmering in her eyes. "You lied to me, Maxmillian. You said there was no other woman. Is she the reason you have refused to touch me? Is she the reason you ignore me every night?" Amelia asked.

"No. No, Baby, I really have no idea who this lady is," Maxmillian defended himself.

   Tears streamed down Amelia's chin. She looked. She couldn't control every drop that came out of her eyes. "Well, until you figure that out. We are done," Amelia threatened, and went upstairs to pack her things.