Chapter 51 A Spoonful of Your Own Medicine

The door to the room had closed with a loud bang, Aiden approached very stealthily and then turned the knob in one swift motion, entering the room unseen.

Emily was on her back, with her arm back, holding the zipper of her dress, which she had just lowered, she quickly turned her gaze, as soon as she heard the sound of the door, to be stunned.

"What...?" What are you doing here? Emily turned her body to face him.

"I'm sorry..." Aiden looked away. - I didn't want to go in like that, it's just that...

"What are you doing here?" Emily repeated more firmly.

"I came to see how you were... "

" How was he? Is that your excuse? Depraved stalker," Emily growled.

" Hey! I am not a stalker, much less a depraved person. I just felt bad about how you left and followed you," Aiden replied, looking back at Emily with a frown.

" Did you feel bad? Emily pursed her lips in disgust. - You were the culprit, you humiliated me in front of everyone. Everything that happened is your fault! - She accused him, frustrated.

" You shouldn't have done what you did. "

"Do what?" I didn't do anything.

"You tried to humiliate Isabella.

"And what's that?" Why does it hurt? You say you liked me and yet you acted against me. You're nothing but a liar.

"I didn't lie!" Yes, I like you! But that doesn't mean it's going to justify your childish actions. Do you like to humiliate others? Perfect! But then don't complain when they give you a spoonful of your own medicine," Aiden said firmly. "You know what?" You're right, there's no point in me being here. I don't know why I thought that...

He turned to the door.

"What?" Emily asked, breathing heavily. Aiden's words hurt him more than he expected.

"That you could be a good person..." he murmured without looking at her.

- What?! I'm not a bad person, I'm...

"You're..." Aiden turned to her, approaching with a frown as he articulated each word. “You are spoiled, hateful, vindictive, self-centered, proud, and poisonous. But I naively thought that there might be something more inside you, a good side that I didn't know...

Aiden kept his gaze waiting for an answer, but she didn't say anything.

Emily's breathing became agitated, Aiden's words had stirred something inside her, was she really all that he said?

With an expression full of disappointment, Aiden turned to go to the door and just as he went to open it, voices were heard outside, two women from the service were passing by.

Aiden felt a tug that made him take a few steps back and push him aside, as the door closed again in front of him.

A second later, Aiden was still inside Emily's room, glued to a wall, while she was in front of him, a few inches away, both of them breathing heavily.

She looked up, her expression showing a contradictory mixture of sadness and shame. Aiden swallowed thickly, he couldn't move without swearing that he wouldn't do anything to her, because they kept wanting her.

However, it was Emily who ended up taking the first step in a surprising move, she stretched by intertwining her arms around Aiden's neck, rising slightly to reach his lips, claiming them in a kiss.

For a second, he didn't know how to react, he remained somewhat still and dazed, although he did not hesitate to receive the lips of the girl he liked.

An instant later, Aiden was moving his hands, resting them on Emily's back, who was still uncovered, with the zipper of her dress down.

The caresses increased, she clenched tighter, Aiden's hands slowly made their way through the fabric of her dress. Without letting go of their lips, they moved around the room towards the bed.

Emily had already ripped off Aiden's jacket, some buttons on the shirt flew off, while she was undoing the belt on his pants, he had already gotten rid of the dress.

Neither of them thought about the differences, or about the bad things they had said or what had happened, the contained desire of both was all that guided them.

Half-naked, they threw themselves into bed, it was not a slow, sweet, much less tender encounter, it was ardent, full of passion, appetite, eagerness, eagerness, and desire.

It wasn't a chance encounter, it wasn't a quick sex-only encounter, they ended the first one and did it again in the private bathroom of the room, repeating with the third, to go for the fourth in the bathtub.

They fell asleep together with their bodies intertwined.

They were so exhausted that they didn't realize the sun was coming in high when the knock sounded on the door.

"Emily! Emily, open the door! Maximilian's voice was heard from the other side.

"Oh my God! Emily lifted her head from Aiden's chest, startled, trying to keep her tone low. - It's my dad!

"Huh?" What? Aiden partially reacted.

- It's my dad, get up, walk, run, hide in the bathroom. Emily ordered as she hurried to clean up the mess in the room.

"Emily! Maximilian insisted, striking harder.

- One minute, I'm coming! Emily replied as she put on a robe and took one last look around, making sure that no clothes were left in sight. Aiden had already taken refuge in the bathroom. - Father! He finally opened the door, keeping it ajar to prevent Maximilian from entering. "Good day.

- Good day?! Good afternoon, have you been sleeping all this time? Maximilian looked at her seriously.

- Yes, of course, I... I was very tired, father...

“I think it would be good for you to look for a job, something that occupies your time. Maximilian said, seriously. "I need to talk to you about what happened last night...

"I'm sorry..." Emily interrupted him quickly. - I realized my mistake, I'm sorry, father. Something like this will not happen again. Maximilian looked at her with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"You should apologize to Isabella and your brother as well.

"I will..." She nodded. "As soon as I see them, I'll talk to them." Maximilian took a deep breath, still confused by his daughter's unusually calm attitude, without the usual grumbling.

"Well..." He had no other answer. “I hope it doesn't happen again or...

- I understand, father. Emily interrupted him again. "I promise it won't happen again." Maximilian turned around, somewhat dazed.

"I'll ask you for something to eat." He grunted before leaving.

"Yes, thank you, father. Emily closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief.

After sharing breakfast and a quick shower, Emily helped Aiden escape the Collins mansion without being seen. She already knew some tricks.

"I'll come for you tonight, run away with me." He whispered when he was already at the gate; fortunately, Emily had taken her car out.

"What?" She asked, confused, and frightened.

"We'll go for a walk... I'm not going to kidnap you. Aiden smiled at him sympathetically.

“Ok... See you tonight. After a brief kiss and with their pulses racing, they said goodbye.

*

Maximo's hands tightened firmly on her curves, Isabella responded to her spouse's kiss, at first somewhat confused by the sudden attack, but then, she reciprocated his wish.

He pushed her lightly, step by step, Isabella tripped over the edge of the bed, when she felt a slight pressure on her back, Máximo had already unzipped her dress and let it fall, sliding it down her body, leaving her breasts exposed.

Máximo separated himself from Isabella's lips, slowly slid his breath down her neck, delighting in its aroma, Isabella felt a shudder run through her, a warmth that descended towards her center.

Trying to control himself, Máximo slowly slid his hands down, defining his spouse's curves, while he bent down, delicately took the panty to lower it, while Isabella closed her eyes, feeling how each touch of Máximo burned her.

She lifted her feet, all the fabric that covered her, had disappeared, Máximo got up and took a step back to look at her, Isabella was the most beautiful and perfect woman he had ever seen.

She opened her eyes and focused on him, on his intense gaze, on his passionate expression, what was her spouse doing standing there, looking at her? Equally, she wanted him, she wanted to continue feeling his touch, his lips, his agitated breathing.

Isabella stepped forward, but Maximo stepped forward, pushing her once more onto the bed, causing his spouse to fall into a sitting position.

He knelt once more at her feet and carefully lifted them to pull out his spouse's heels, tossing them into a corner of the room.

There was Maximus, surrendered at his feet and he would not have wanted to be anywhere else. His lips rested on Isabella's calves and with a torturous slowness for the girl, they went up, running all the way over her.

Isabella's hand clung to her husband's dark hair, as her body trembled at every touch and kiss, she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and rapid throbbing of its center.

The young woman threw herself back, the tremors, the sensations became more and more uncontrollable, Máximo kissed her softly, with delights, in the core of her belly.

He tasted her, he was pleased and enraptured in that delicious taste, while she clung fiercely to the sheets, feeling how the heat dropped, how she dampened and throbbed uncontrollably, while her body arched.

Was it possible that she could feel more pleasure than her spouse had already made her experience? The explosion that devoured her, plunging her into a wave of satisfaction, was proof that it was possible.