All Chapters of My Only Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rebecca’s POV “Today you look so happy. What is happening to you?” Bridget asked with a mischievous smile as we stood behind the hotel counter. I had noticed her stealing glances at me since the start of the shift. Bridget could always tell when something was different about me, and today, my mood was far from the gloomy cloud I’d been under all week. “Yes, my friend,” I replied cheerfully, unable to hide my smile. “Things are finally going well for me today.” The hotel wasn’t too busy, so we found a few peaceful moments to chat, something we both enjoyed when the workload allowed. Bridget was not just a colleague, she had grown into a dear friend. We shared stories, secrets, laughter, and sometimes even tears. Talking with her always brought comfort. As if reading my thoughts, she leaned in with curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “By the way,” she said, “you never told me about that boy who was waiting for you that day. You remember?” I laughed softly. Bridget never forgot anything.

Rebecca’s POV Carlos and I had the most amazing morning s*x. It was beautiful and unforgettable. As he lay beside me, sleeping so peacefully like a baby, I found myself gazing at him. He looked even more handsome in his sleep, calm and relaxed. His naked body was a sight to behold, so familiar and dear to me. I smiled when I saw the small birthmark on his back, that one unique mark that I’d recognize even if I couldn’t see his face. I felt incredibly lucky to have him as my boyfriend, a man who respected me, valued me, and always showed up when I needed him. Since the day we started our relationship, I hadn’t looked at another man. Even when we were apart for long periods, I had waited for him, because he was worth it. I slowly got out of bed to prepare breakfast. I hadn’t eaten anything since morning, and my stomach was growling. I also knew Carlos would be hungry when he woke up. I moved around quietly, trying not to wake him up. I wanted him to rest as much as he needed. Wit

Rebecca’s POV I called for a cab, and we waited outside. Nica had already texted me the name of the restaurant we were going to, it was the same place we’d gone the last time we had lunch together. She loved that spot. It was cozy, quiet, and never as crowded or noisy as the cheap joints back in our neighborhood. The cab showed up in about fifteen minutes. I gave the driver the name of the place. It was well-known, so he nodded and drove off without asking any questions. We got there quickly. Nica texted again, she was already seated and waiting for us. As we stepped out of the car, Carlos paid the fare and glanced around. “This place is classy, babe,” he said, raising his brows as we walked toward the entrance. “Yeah. Nica doesn’t do average. She only eats at high-end places,” I replied with a forced little smile. Inside, the restaurant was quiet and serene. Not too many people. I scanned the room and spotted Nica immediately, she waved, like she’d seen us the moment we walked in

Rebecca’s POV“Rebecca, are you sure Carlos loves you the way you say he does.” Nica asked me when we were heading out of the restaurant.I think it was the silliest question now. I mean, I don't even know how he feels about me. He says he loves me, but his reaction today said the opposite.“Yeah he does. Why ask me that? He behaves that way sometimes, and I think I am used to it.” I replied.I saw Nica's face change a bit. I have never seen her this way before. Anyway, she helped me get a taxi home and made sure I had reached safely. She was there and she never left me. I don’t know what I would do if she had decided to leave me too. My mind was confused. I could not understand what made me so nervous to spill the juice on myself. The way I had taken my precious time to make myself beautiful only to ruin myself with that cheap juice and to embarrass the people I was with. I don't think I can ever forget this incident.I get home and I find the door unlocked. It's obvious he would rath

Carlos’s POVI look at Rebecca sleeping on the sofa, and she looks beautiful. She looks the same as the woman I fell in love with years back, and I still felt the same way for her. I don’t know what had made me so angry at her at the restaurant. Instead of helping her, I decided to leave her on her own.The truth is I felt so embarrassed, especially in front of her friend Nica who looked stunning. I agree, she was beautiful and classy. One could tell from the confidence she had while talking to the waiters there that her family was rich, and she was really used to coming to places like these, but not Rebecca. I think that is why she was so nervous; Nica was the kind of girl every man would wish to have. I mean, she had everything: money, looks, expensive dress code, but not me. I loved Rebecca, and I believe no one could ever change that.I noticed how she had looked at me when Rebecca left the table. It was like she was interested in us being alone. She was not a good friend. I could