72Lilian My heart raced with fear as we turned to see the silhouette of someone familiar in the dim light. "Who's there?" Lucas called out, his voice tinged with concern.The figure stepped forward, revealing the stooped form of Mr. Watson, our elderly neighbor. Relief flooded through me momentarily at the sight of him, but confusion quickly replaced it. Why was he here, and why did he choose to interrupt us in such a dramatic manner?"Mr. Watson? What are you doing here?" I asked, my brows furrowing in bewilderment.The old man shuffled closer, his apologetic tone barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I-I'm sorry to startle you, dear. I was just looking for my cat," he explained, his voice wavering with uncertainty.A cat? I couldn't recall ever seeing one in his vicinity."A cat?" I echoed, exchanging a puzzled glance with Lucas. "We didn't know you had a cat, Mr. Watson. And we've never seen one around here before," I added, my tone tinged with suspicion.Lucas's jaw ti
73The next evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself on edge, anxiously awaiting Grace's arrival. She called me half an hour ago to ask if I was home and I said yes. My heart pounded with anticipation and dread, knowing that I would have to face her and maintain the facade of normalcy.As the sound of her car pulling into the driveway reached my ears, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation that was sure to follow.Grace stepped out of the car, her expression a mixture of concern and confusion as she approached me. "Lilian, I've been worried sick about you," she exclaimed, her voice laced with genuine concern. "I haven't seen you all day. Are you okay?"I forced a weak smile, my stomach churning with guilt. "I'm fine, Grace," I replied, my voice strained with the effort of concealing the truth. "Damien asked me not to set foot in the hospital until I've fully recovered."Grace's brows furrowed in concern as she reached out to touch my arm. "Oh,
74LilianIn the aftermath of our heated argument, I attempted to make amends with Damien before we went to bed, but my efforts were met with cold indifference. His deliberate avoidance cut deeper than any words could, on the one hand, I blamed myself when it was my fault.I needed to release the built up pressure, stress and fear and unfortunately it was there at the wrong time. I touched the empty spot next to me on the bed where Damien usually slept. Initially, I thought Damien had left early for the hospital, perhaps still simmering with anger from last night's dispute, too upset to bid me farewell. Frowning, I glanced at the clock on the wall read - it was only 7am. It was unusually early for him to leave without dropping off the children at school first. Their laughter echoed from downstairs, confirming they were still at home. This realization sparked a flicker of hope that Damien might still be around, possibly cooling off from our spat.Pushing back the curtains, I peered
75LilianMy anger flared anew as the real reason for my upset surfaced. Grace was due to visit Lucas again soon. How could he invite her back into his life so casually after what had happened? I decided I needed an explanation. Once the children left with Damien, I headed straight to Lucas's house, determined to confront him.With my heart pounding in my chest, I pressed the doorbell and stepped back, waiting. Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. I could hear shuffling from within, then the sound of locks being turned. The door finally swung open, revealing Lucas, looking as handsome as ever.Seeing me on his doorstep, he frowned in surprise. "Lilian? What are you doing here so early?" he asked, but I brushed past him into the house without a word. He followed me in, shutting the door behind him.Once inside, I whirled around to face him. "How could you invite Grace back into your life without any consideration for how that might affect others?" I demanded, my fists
76**Content 18+**LilianHe moved away from me then spread my thighs and bend down over me, tenderly kissing my lips once again. Then he left my mouth for my chin, my neck, my stomach. Arriving at the level of my lower abdomen, he spread my thighs even further then licked his magnificent lips, reddened and swollen by our kisses.My heart fluttered in my chest as he placed his lips at my nub and gently sucked. My pussy began to tremble as his tongue swept over me, licking me in a slow and deliberate rhythm."Lucas," I moaned, "Oh, God... please...""That's my girl," he whispered, and then began to circle my clit with his tongue, teasing me with slow and leisurely laps of his tongue."Lucas, please...""Not yet," he promised. I was beyond the point of being able to do anything but follow his commands.He brought his hands to my breasts and pinched my hard nipples, lightly sucking them into his mouth.My breathing was heavy and rapid as my body moved in time with his fingers massaging m
77LilianOutside, the cool night air hit my warm skin sharply. As I tried to wrap my mind around the betrayal, I noticed Mr. Watson, our elderly neighbor, crossing the street. He was cradling his cat."Evening, Lilian!" he called out, his voice carrying the warmth of familiarity.I mustered a weak smile, waving back. "Good evening, Mr. Watson." I said, my heart not in the conversation. After, I hurried home.Once inside, I dashed to my bedroom, my refuge from the world. The need to wash away the night's events was overwhelming. I peeled off my clothes with a sense of urgency, each piece reminding me of my humiliation with lucas.The shower's hot spray felt cleansing, as if it could wash away not just the physical residue but the emotional stain Lucas had left. I stood there, letting the water run over me, my thoughts a mix of anger, betrayal, and self-reproach."Why did I let myself get drawn back in?" I muttered to myself, clenching my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms.W
78The next evening,"Damien," I started, my voice soft but laced with a determination I didn't feel. "Do you think maybe we could... try again tonight?"He barely glanced up from the book he was pretending to read, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Lilian, I'm really not up for this tonight. I'm tired," he said, his words clipped, final.But something inside me snapped. The frustration and hurt I had been bottling up came rushing to the surface. "Tired? Really? That's what you're going with?" I couldn't keep the bitterness out of my voice. "Or is there someone else? Is that it?"Damien's eyes snapped to mine, his book forgotten. "What did you just say?" His voice was low, dangerous."You heard me," I spat, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Are you seeing someone else? Is that why you keep pushing me away?"He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "I can't believe you'd even think that," he said, his voice rising. "After everything we've been through, you
79Damien took a deep breath, and as the dim light from the screen illuminated his face, I saw the nervousness there, the hope. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring. "Lilian," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I know I've been distant, and I've made mistakes, but I love you more than anything. Will you marry me, even though it's the second time I asked you to be my wife?"The cinema, once filled with the sounds of discontent, was now silent, all eyes on us. I was speechless, my emotions a whirlwind of surprise, joy, and lingering doubt. But looking into Damien's eyes, seeing the love and sincerity there, the hurt and confusion began to melt away."Yes," I whispered, the word barely audible. "Yes, I will marry you, again and again."A cheer erupted from the audience, a spontaneous celebration of our moment. Damien removed the first ring and slipped the ring onto my finger, and as he did, I felt a weight lift from m