[VERONICA'S POV]
I was about to leave the rectangular table, but heavy footsteps echoed from Don Joaquin's shoes. I was still staring at Juancho with a wide grin.
God knows how good I was to Juancho back then. I have given him countless chances to change.
But as usual, it's still the same. He cheats and gets lured in lusts.
I almost cried a whole lake because of Juancho's antics. I made a fool of myself because of him and forgot to love myself because I was afraid of losing him.
But now, the tables have turned. And I am loving that justice is now in my hands and I will serve it one by one to bring the cheater down.
"These phone calls are making me dizzy," Don Joaquin stirred his senses as he sat down next to me.
I caressed his arm and he looked worried. My eyes fell on his drink. I held my breath because his glasses were full of alcohol and wine.
I immediately took out my cold-water goblet with sparkling water and handed it to him. "Maybe you're drunk so your head hurts?" I ask.
Don Joaquin took the water goblet and looked at me laughing. "I can drink a whole hectare vineyard without getting drunk, Veronica. My alcohol tolerance is beyond limits," he added.
I shook my head and stood up from my seat. I accidentally caught a glimpse of Juancho's angry face. He was about to explode with so much anger.
I pulled my gaze from his handsome face and focused on Don Joaquin. Even though my anger towards Juancho is sky high, I can't criticize him.
I mean, him and his father are like mirrors for each other. They look alike like a split fruit — well, of course, because Juancho is Don Joaquin's son.
Don Joaquin is of Spanish descent and Juancho inherited the perfect shape of his nose. Let's also include his thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. Their beauty is Greek-God-like. And their bodies are as if sculpted by the best sculptor.
I must admit that I am beyond lucky apart from the bitterness because I tasted them both.
But performance wise, Don Joaquin is a little better than Juancho. And about the size... well, I can tolerate Don Joaquin better.
"Fuck," Don Joaquin moaned softly, causing me to come back to my senses and stop me looking back on what happened in the past.
I took my place behind Don Joaquin. "Continue to eat, Don Joaquin," I lowered his hand from touching his temples and I did it myself, gently massaging him.
"Oh, God," he moaned softly. "Your hands work like magic, Veronica," he complimented when I touched his temples.
"Stop making noise. Eat that," I calmly ordered.
Don Joaquin obeyed like a child and continued eating. And for the second time, Juancho and I met our eyes again.
Jealousy flashed on his face. He knew how much I cared for him before that I almost became his nanny and mother when we were still lovers.
--
"Please, stay the night with me, Veronica," he begged me. His big and heavy hand touched my milk-colored hand. I looked at it after his thumb moved and twisted it around my knuckle.
When I looked up at him, I saw the burning fire in his eyes. Fire that describes his intense desire and thirst for me.
I already know Don Joaquin's behavior.
I bit my bottom lip and was about to answer but someone suddenly bit my lip. Don Joaquin and I forgot we were even with anyone because he was so quiet for the entire duration of our dinner.
I was immediately thrown into the air of thoughts, and it didn't escape Don Joaquin's eyes, causing it to squirm softly.
Don Joaquin and I turned our eyes to his only child.
"Juancho. Do you want more wine, or do you need to say something?" Don Joaquin asked calmly. He let go of my hand.
I jumped softly as my eyes widened after Don Joaquin's palm traveled over my smooth thigh.
I glanced at him, but his face remained calm as he stared straight at his son as if doing nothing.
I knew Don Joaquin had been holding back when he picked me up at the apartment.
My throat went dry, and I clung hard to the table napkin after Don Joaquin put his hand inside my dress.
"About the expansion I offered you, Dad. What's your decision?" Juancho asked. It looks like it's about their business again.
Well, what would I expect?
"Hmm. I don't know yet," Don Joaquin answered with a shrug. I was stunned when he poked my tunnel gently.
"A-Ahh," I moaned softly but it was enough to get the attention of the two. I immediately covered my mouth and faked a yawn.
"Are you alright, Veronica?" Don Joaquin twisted his fingers in my tunnel. My knees trembled from the sensation.
Because my reproductive organ is very sensitive. No matter how many times we do it, it still feels new.
"You're wet," he whispered, commented with a silly grin. "Huh? W-Wet?" he thrust his fingers in and lightly touched my clit with his thumb.
This is when I realized that my tunnel was still wet.
"Why are you sweating?" Juancho asked seriously while staring at my face.
My two eyebrows stuck together and my hand trembled as it touched my forehead.
I'm sweating. I thought the wet that Don Joaquin was referring to was my pussy, but it was still my forehead.
Don Joaquin removed my panties and inserted half of his index finger and scooped my insides like ice cream.
I tried to act normal and hide the crazy sensation just because Don Joaquin was digging into my pussy.
"Ahh-Too hot," I stammered to Juancho while fanning myself.
Don Joaquin laughed softly and removed his finger from my entrance. I immediately adjusted my bottom while staring at him.
"It's quite hot in here," he agreed with me and shove the finger to his mouth, the same finger that he inserted into my pussy. "And kinda sweet," he winked at me causing my entire face to get hot and red from embarrassment.
He scraped his index finger and sucked the rest of my initial juice into his finger
Anyway, Don Joaquin is very horny.
"My room is freezing cold, Veronica. You'd be fine to stay the night there,"
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I was lying on Don Joaquin's soft and wide bed while looking at the ceiling. I didn't turn on the light above because it hurt my eyes too much.
So, I just turned on the two big lamps on each side of the bed. It was true what he said that it was cold in his room.
But my body is still getting hot. Since I tasted Juancho and Don Joaquin, I have always been hungry for worldly work. Lust.
I don't know. It wasn't me before but... I guess, I'm different now. As if heaven rules here on earth. The other heaven, I mean.
They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you.
I just saw Juancho again after three years. He still hasn't changed anything. He just became more of a fuckboy and hotter.
But Don Joaquin is hotter for me.
I closed my eyes and held my tender breasts as I imagined that Don Joaquin was sucking it.
"Ohhh," I mumbled softly. My hand moved down to my tunnel. I removed my panties from covering my sensitive tunnel. I rotated my middle finger on my clit.
"Ahhh," I heard the soft opening of the door. I didn't bother to open my eyes and find out who entered because I knew it was Don Joaquin.
"Fuck" when I heard a low murmur and could see whose voice it was, I was shocked.
"J-Juancho!" I covered my private part and wrapped myself in a blanket.
"That's why Dad is so crazy about you, Veronica," he nodded weakly as his devilish smile appeared.
"But why did you come into Don Joaquin's room? W-Where is he?" I ask.
"I am his son, Veronica. His only heir. I have more rights than you in this house," he declared.
"Dad is busy answering the phone," he approached me and put his right knee on the bed.
"But I can be his substitute in bed, Veronica. In fact, I was the one before him. I've torn you apart several times and fed you with my sperm, Veronica," the front of his pants bulged. I gasped when he took my hand and placed it there.
"Try me again, and you might be begging for another round,"