Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Foreign Husband : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

“Hunter! “I call, shaking him.He is lying on the door of my apartment, like an order delivered to the wrong address. Brown hair dirtys my fingers with blood when I try to measure your pulse by the neck. I lower myself a little more and listen to your breathing, it's low and irregular, but at least it means something.Hunter doesn't move even with the bumps I give when I try to wake him up. The face is pale, swollen, lifeless. I call him for the third time, succumbing to despair and giving light pats on his injured face. It's an even more disturbing view than the first time I found him like this, at a subway station. There I didn't know our problems were interconnected."Suzy" he moans, half-awake.With a boost, I lean over and press my lips on yours with a kiss. It's not pleasurable as usual, but it's a gesture of pure despair, relief. It tastes like blood, because the sides of your mouth are hurt. It's cold, because we're both exhausted and in shock. Hunter reciprocates the contact

The taxi leaves me at the doors of a crowded bar with a pink neon sign on its dark facade. It rained in the last few hours. In fact, rain has been part of everyday life in recent days. The air is still humid and gloomy in this poorly frequented part of the city, the south side, but I don't want to think about giving up. It has to happen tonight.The first step to an alliance is direct contact with those interested. And that's what I'm doing right now. With my intuition waving for me to give up, and with my cell phone ringing silently and incessantly inside the pocket of my jeans, I keep my mind calm to have courage.Walking as naturally as I can, I go through an unkind group of drunk men and one of them stares at me. I immediately reflect that Hunter was right when he told me it was ridiculous and unnecessary to use the disguise I'm wearing tonight. It was enough to have used a taxi to mislead Jonathan's men, a wig, neutral clothes, and a snope posture would not become me less than an

"Saltuk thinks he is a God" I make a new attempt, moving away while Dante pretends to choose the ball he intends to fit in. "But he's a Dictator. It's not hurting a Dictator's feelings that you knock him down.”"So how should it be done, ma'am? "He asks, laughing ironically."Taking his resources. Without power, Saltuk is none other than Jonathan Maxwell, someone who died at the hands of a teenager fifteen years ago.”Dante releases a winch with the error in the game and moves away while his opponent takes a position. Even if it doesn't let it show, I know that talking about Dean touched him. He's tense, full of doubts."Let's say he's really in the country, and that he's really with one of my men... Why would his wife be looking for help from the last people in the world who would spare her life?”"Because perhaps your reason for wanting his vulnerability is the same as mine.”He represses a smile, undoing it before his lips stretch completely."I don't think so, bourgeois. You're ce

"Do you know what was the gift Penelope gave me besides the cake? "I ask, drawing your attention to my face. "She spent the day with me, talking about stupid things, watching even more stupid things, or reading a Romance of those impossible to happen in real life. Her gift was to be with me, and listen to me lament a whole year of work, or get drunk with a liquor and make me laugh at any stupid joke she told. Did you do one of these things today, Hunt?”He takes a look at the bowl in his hands, wrinkling his forehead to the cake dough over the ice cream."I wish I could do more than stay hidden. It seems that I can only hurt myself and wait for you to take care of me. I'm not like that, girl. Being here, alone, has made me regret all the things I thought I was doing the right way. And having too much time to think has made me crazy. "Your fingers walk a blind path through your hair, touching a point above the back of your neck, where there is another new scar on your body. "I'm not us

Panting, I tilt my body back and give it all the access it needs to take me to the ruins. Ruins that I interpret are in a deliciously necessary way. I accept with all my heart every pressure of your kisses and the moisture of your tongue on my naked skin, sending embers directly into my blood.When the kisses and caresses don't seem enough to any of us, I pull back in order to get rid of the rest of my clothes, always maintaining the connection between our looks. With the immensity of the green emeralds in Hunter's eyes giving me every possible incentive to continue, I just take his member out of my pants, aware that despite having all the time inSlowly I go back to the place where I was sitting, sliding carefully around the erection in front of me. Hunter makes a sound of approval, covering my hips with his big hands, while I lean on his wide shoulders, pinching the skin on my nails. I kiss him when I am easily filled, containing a moan that escapes us at the same time."I love the