Pedro’s POVI stood in the bathroom, my heart racing in my chest, I tried steadying my breath as they came in heavy, uneven gasps. That kiss was so good, I wished it did not stop.I could still feel the burning sensation of her slap on my cheek, no woman had dared to lift their hands at me, but rather than get angry for that slap, I notice a raging fire was burning between my legs.Her petite but fierce aura turned me the fuck on. Even as she stormed out, leaving me alone with my throbbing erection.When the sound of her retreating footsteps faded, my eyes dropped to the undeniable evidence of my rock hard dick, straining against my trousers.I let out a slow breath, my fingers vibrating slightly with desire as I reached down and unbuckled the hook and bar closure of my trousers. The moment I freed myself, I groaned, my dick standing proudly, heavy with demand for her sweet pussy.Her rejection only fueled my hunger for her.She had no idea what she was denying herself, no idea how
Tessa’s POVI will never know what’s going on in Pedro’s mind and after our squabble that morning, I had perched at a corner of the houses, draped in just a towel, till it was afternoon.I did not have anything to wear. I had laundered the two pieces of clothing he had gotten me since we got here.I was going over the questionnaire again when Pedro asked me to throw on something and meet him in the car - we were going shopping.I point blank told him I didn't have what to wear, and that the facilities only offered branded nightwear in their closets. He asked me to wear them. Who on earth wears a nightie to a shopping mall?A billionaire’s wife, of course, was what he replied.Did I obey? Yes, I did.The boutique shone under the hot afternoon sun, its name was boldly embossed in gold lettering on the glass doors; “INDULGENCE AVENUE”. I could nearly feel the price tags of whatever they were selling mocking me before I even stepped inside.Pedro turned off the engine and glanced at me,
My irritation flared. “Maybe because I was about to be dragged out like a common criminal.”Pedro’s eyes snapped back to the manager, and just like that, the air of control shifted. “Franco,” he said smoothly, his voice as cold steel, “get the owner on the phone. If this woman isn’t fired by the end of the day, shut this entire place down.”The manager choked on her next breath. “Mr. Pedro, please! I—I didn’t realise—”Pedro’s eyes shot fire at her. “You didn’t realise because you judged her the moment she walked in. You humiliated my wife in a store where I spend millions. And now you expect me to overlook that?”For the first time, the word “wife” sounded like a compliment but I wouldn't get ahead of myself, so I swallowed my humble pie and observed.The woman’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. I was sure the saliva in her guts and dried into a desert, silly thing.I, on the other hand, was still fuming. “And you,” Pedro turned to me now, his voice low, lethal, “why
It was another evening in this godforsaken place.I did not have any plans in mind, I did not have any expectations.The evening had unfolded into a lively game night for honeymooners, each couple eager to showcase their undying love. While they were all loveydovey, I was sourcing for the nearest available route to escape being in that space, I was a bit under the weather and was beginning to feel home sick.I missed the small confines and comfort my humble abode afforded me. When the host announced a blindfolded couple’s challenge, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. The rumble in my stomach became so loud, I feared the red haired lady sitting next me could hear it, the way she stared at me.The premise was simple yet nerve-wracking, I was literally bawling: blindfolded participants of the game had to find their partners; failing to do so meant performing a dare chosen by the person they mistakenly selected.I just knew I was the wrongest person for this game. I hated pedro way t
I glanced over my shoulder, meeting Pedro’s intense stare. A shrill of satisfaction coursed through me as I sipped. “Just looking for some good company,” I replied, my voice dripping with insinuation.Pedro’s stare was a searing brand against my skin. I could feel his attention pressing down on me as I leaned in closer to George, my fingers trailing lightly over his arm.“Tell me more about yourself, George,” I said, deliberately keeping my voice sultry.He smirked, sensing the game but willing to play along. “Wait a minute, are you trying to make the dude over there kill me? Is that your man?” He asked to my surprise.“Just play along” I said.“Well, I’m in finance. I travel a lot, but nothing beats moments like these—meeting a beautiful woman under the stars.”I let out a soft laugh, tilting my head just enough to give Pedro the perfect view of my excitement. “You flatter me.”Pedro’s presence loomed upon us before I even turned around. The air around us charged with a kind electr
After the back and forth I had with Pedro earlier, I decided I was not going to share a room or spend another night in the same bed with him. I planned on telling him that his reason for this honeymoon needed to be reconsidered because I was beginning to feel sick to my stomach. Then I hear the door swing open, slamming on the wall with a loud bang. I jolted awake. I felt my eyes unconsciously twitch against the dim lighting, disoriented, my senses still heavy with sleep. The first thing I registered was the strong scent of cigarettes, and alcohol, definitely a whiskey smell—It was so potent that it drowned out the smell of the air fresheners. From the silheout I could make out in my head, it had to be Pedro. My body tensed as I sat up, gripping the blanket around me. He stepped inside, I could feel his aura instantly filling the room and strangely, it made me feel unsettled, Pedro had never smoked around me. He looked wrecked, his black shirt half-unbuttoned, and h
Did I just kill that man?My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own ragged breathing, everything had become hazy, fast and did not make any sense.My eyes were beginning to itch from the cigarette smoke.I stumbled into the bedroom, my hands shaking as I slammed the door shut behind me, twisting the lock so hard my fingers ached.That was not enough for what I had just done.And I knew it, that the locks wouldn’t hold.Frantic, I grabbed the nearest arm chair and shoved it under the doorknob. Then another. Then the bedside table. My movements were clumsy, my body betraying me as panic took over. The room spun, my breaths coming too fast as I struggled to catch them. I could feel my sweat soaking up the scanty piece of night wear I had on.A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, should I hide in the racks of clothes in the closet or should I find a phone and call the police? Or the ambulance? Or call home?Fuck did I just murder someone! I whimpered around the room.
Pedro exhaled slowly, wiping a hand across his face, smearing the blood even more.“You are scaring me, Pedro” I choked out.“And now?” His lips curled, his gaze dragging over my shaking form. “so you can be sacred but did not hesitate to remind me of how much of a spineless dingbat I was, cariño?”I couldn’t answer.Pedro sucked his tongue. “You act so brave when you’re throwing things. Running. Hiding.” He took another step closer. “But now I’m right in front of you?” He crouched, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re acting like a frightened little girl?.”Tears slipped down my face.“Please,” I tried again, my voice breaking.Pedro tilted his head. “Get up and strip those clothes! I want to see your body, the very one you have been hiding from me and giving to those low lives secretly!”.Then, suddenly—he laughed.“I said strip you fucking bitch!” He shouted, yanking me up by hair and slapping me into the bed.“Please! Pedro, please!” I begged weakly.I watched him roll down his
AUTHOR’S POV Tessa sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as she counted in her head, how much time she had so she could go check on Regina. The silence in her room was too loud. The shadows cast by the bedside lamp stretched across the walls like silent watchers, the shadow reflection of other objects the room looked like they were whispering loudly, echoing the weight in her chest. Her mind kept replaying George’s words from earlier at the supermarket, and every time, they struck a nerve she’d tried so hard to numb. Her ringed finger throbbed with guilt. The blood diamond sparkled none the less. For a second she wondered who she was, questioned who she had become over the last few months that seemed to drag on forever. She used to be fierce and quick minded, how did she become so soggy? Could it be Aunt Norah’s absence? She thought. So what would become of me if she was actually no more? Become any mans puppet? Talk more of a man like pedro? Her pho
AUTHORS POVThe atmosphere inside Regina's room changed from the moment Dame Rossa stepped inside; it was almost suffocating. And for seconds that slipped into minutes, Regina tried all she could to hold herself together. The ancient of days clock ticked away loudly in the background; for Regina, it was a painful reminder that time was slipping through her fingers and she needed to tell Pablo her truth.Dame Rossa sat beside Regina, her eyes darted around the room, softened with concern."My dear," she said, reaching out to pat Regina’s hand gently, "Pablo told me you have not been taking his calls."Regina blinked, feeling a strange chill wash over her. Had she?It struck her then — the last few days and hours had been a haze. The pain, the shame, and the constant battle with herself had consumed her so much that she hadn’t noticed the persistent beeping of her phone. She had unknowingly, absentmindedly ignored him."I'm so sorry," Regina whispered, looking down at her lap, ashamed.
AUTHORS POVTessa walked briskly through the long corridor; she didn't even wait for Pedro despite the fact that he had told her to wait. She just wanted to get to Regina as fast as she could. Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she approached Regina’s room, like a gloomy pendant hung over her neck. She paused for a brief moment at the door, took a deep breath, then quietly turned the knob and stepped inside.The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut. Regina was curled up in one corner of her bed, her small frame almost swallowed by the large, plush duvet. She looked so fragile, so unlike her usual lively self, that Tessa’s heart clenched painfully. The evil men do to women, she said in her mind.Tessa closed the door softly behind her and approached the bed. “Regina…” she called gently, sitting at the edge of the mattress. “Have you eaten anything today? Or at least had some vegetables? You need to keep yourself nourished, for your sake and the baby’s.”Regina stirred, her fac
AUTHORS POV Tessa hurried back from the supermarket, clutching her handbag tightly, it had begin to drizzle in trickles. She was glad to have made it back it time just as the rain began to fall in small drops. Her mind was still reeling from the conversation with George, but she forced herself to stay composed. She had barely stepped onto the steps of the office building when she spotted Pedro standing just outside the glass doors, deep in conversation with three well-dressed men. Her jaws dropped. They were all laughing, their expensive suits seemed unruffled under the soft evening breeze the rain brought with its fall. Tessa paused for a heartbeat, considering slipping around the side entrance to avoid them. But Pedro’s sharp eyes had already caught her. “Ah, here she is,” Pedro said with a proud smile, beckoning her over. Tessa swallowed her nerves and walked towards them, she hated the noise her heels made against the floor while she walked. As she got closer, she caught snipp
AUTHORS POVTessa was sorting through a pile of boring paperwork on her desk when her phone started vibrating loudly against her table and honestly, she didn’t want any more business related calls. It had been a long day and she just wanted to wrap up and leave, Camila and Jamie had already left together and Pedro had asked her to stay back so they can go together. After the phone had rung twice, She glanced at the screen and froze.It was Regina.She answered immediately. “Regina?”On the other end of the line, Regina was crying so hard that Tessa could barely make out her words.“You didn’t reply my message,” Regina sobbed, voice breaking in between hiccups. “I sent you a message and you didn’t reply… you left me all alone.”Tessa’s chest tightened with guilt. She pressed the phone closer to her ear, standing up from her chair.“I’m so sorry, Regina,” she said gently. “I wasn’t near my phone. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I swear.”Regina’s breathing was ragged, her words tumbling ou
AUTHORS POV Regina sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers twisted tightly in her lap. The late afternoon light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over her room, but she felt none of its warmth as nervousness and anxiety painfully seeped through her. Her heart pounded heavily against her ribs. She had rehearsed this conversation a hundred times in her head, but now that Franco was standing in front of her, smirking lazily as if he already knew what she was about to say, the words tangled on her tongue. She took a deep breath and forced herself to meet his eyes. “You have been silent since you called me here, it leaves me wondering what’s going on in your mind” he said dryly, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m pregnant,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. For a moment, Franco said nothing. His face held no facial expressions, and Regina clung to a shred of hope that he might reach for her, smile, tell her it would all be alright. Instead,
AUTHORS POV The return to the office after lunch was a slow, dragging affair. The sun beat down on the building, the air was sticky, and the workers moved with a sluggishness that mirrored Tessa’s heavy steps as they made a beeline for their respective duty post. Shortly after Jamie leaves for his desk, Tessa and Camila had barely settled at their desks when a sharp knock sounded on the glass door of their section. It was Andrew, one of Don Pedro’s personal messengers, standing stiffly with a small notepad in his hand. “Camila,” he said, his voice very formal. “The boss wants to see you. Right away.” Camila, who was just booting up her computer, slightly frowned and looked at Tessa. Tessa’s heart skipped oddly. “Why?” Tessa asked before she could stop herself. Andrew shrugged. “No idea. He just said to bring her.” Camila gave Tessa a reassuring little smile, smoothed her blouse, and stood up. “It’s probably work-related,” she muttered. “No big deal.” But Tessa’s stomach twist
AUTHORS POVThe café was buzzing that warm Thursday afternoon, if not for anything but for the fact that Tessa loved the positive atmosphere the environment afforded her; she didn't want to go back to the office or back to the Lorenzo mansion. The clatter of cutlery and soft murmur of voice chatters weaving into a comforting background noise were the only things that reminded her that she wasn't in her comfort zone. Tessa sat at the table by the window with Camila and Jamie, a half-eaten sandwich limp in her hand. The sun outside painted the streets golden, but inside her head, it was cloudy and grey.Jamie leaned across the table, flashing his boyish grin. "Thanks again for the food the other night, Tessa. That food was something else. You didn’t have to, but I'm grateful."Tessa stared through him as if he wasn’t there, her gaze locked somewhere beyond the walls of the café. She didn't blink, didn’t smile, didn’t even twitch.Jamie frowned slightly, exchanging a quick look with Cami
AUTHORS POV The house was unusually quiet when Tessa returned from the shopping mall. She was tempted to kick off her shoes by the door, except for the fact that she was not in the comfort of the room she shared with Pedro. She sighed as the scent of grilled meat and garlic hit her nose, straying from the dining. Her body ached, and all she really wanted was a hot bath and to be left alone. But the silence in the air felt heavy—like something was waiting. She walked into the dining area and found Don Pedro seated at the head of the long glass table. The only sound in the room came from the clinking of his fork against the china plate. The light above him made his presence look even more imposing than usual. He looked up at her, chewing slowly, watching her. “You’re late,” he said flatly, setting his cutlery down. “Join me for dinner.” Tessa forced a polite smile. “I’m not hungry. It’s been a long day. I’d rather go upstairs and rest.” Pedro’s jaw twitched as though he wanted to s