[VERONICA'S POV]
"Try me again, and maybe you'll be begging for another round," he challenged me biting his lip. I quickly withdrew my hand from feeling his swollen dick.
I stared into his blue eyes. It reflected from his eyes the former Juancho and the reasons why I left him then.
"You still haven't changed, Juancho. You're pathetic," I insulted him. He fell silent as his jaw dropped.
I threw the blanket covering my body on the bed to his face. I tried not to be distracted by his disgusted expression.
I was about to pass him, but Juancho firmly grabbed my right wrist. "Nghh!" I grimaced while staring at him.
"What's your plan, Veronica? Hmm?" he asked seriously.
"A-Aw! What plan are you talking about? Let me go, Juancho —"
"Really? Dad? Are you really going to use my own father just to get revenge on me?" He tightened his grip on my wrist. So, I struggled and begged him tearfully. "L-Let me go, Juancho, p-please!"
I hit his arm very hard causing him to come to his senses and let go of the grip on my wrist. I gently massaged my right wrist.
"Are you shitting me in the head, Veronica?"
"What are you talking? We're not even lovers anymore, Juancho!" I tried not to scream. I know that Don Joaquin does not yet know that I am his son's ex-girlfriend.
Juancho laughed at me insultingly. He took his clothes from the bed and put them on. "Are you that low that will deal with the old man? How many years is the age gap between you and dad? 20 years, right? You're a motherfucking whore, Veronica. Are you that hungry for cock —"
He stopped talking after my angry palm landed on his cheek. We were both deafened by the volume after I slapped him.
I adjusted my posture before speaking. "Don't you dare slut shaming me, Juancho. You haven't seen the worst of me, yet. And one more thing, what do you care if Don Joaquin and I have an age gap of 20 years? It's you, I forgive you even if you're burying your dick in someone's cave," I insulted him.
He held his aching cheek and stared at me intently. "I'm not stupid. Just telling the truth, bitch. It's not my fault that everyone wants to have a taste of Juancho. You went crazy for me too," he corrected me.
I laughed mockingly. "I don't give a fuck, Juancho. You can taste all you want and bang whoever you want. I do not care about you anymore. I do not love you anymore -"
"Shut up!" I was surprised by his sudden shouting. He came closer to me and angrily poked my face. "Take back what you said, Veronica," his teeth clenched. "Take it back right away!" there is a trace of depression on his face.
"I know you still love me, and you still care for me! I will prove that to you!" Juancho pulled my face and pressed me with a kiss.
"Hmmm!" I struggled to get free, but his hand was busy holding my sensitive part. His kiss went down my neck. "Juancho, what the hell!" I pushed him hard causing him to let go of me.
I quickly wiped his kiss from my lips with the back of my palm. I tasted the mixture of wine and alcohol in his saliva that stuck to my lips.
He laughed bitterly. "Fuck!" and tears flowed from his eyes. It's still the same as before where he bursts into tears every time, I tell him that I'm breaking up with him.
"You're mine exclusively, Veronica! You can't abandon me again!"
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I found myself alone in Don Joaquin's bed again.
It has been fifteen minutes since Juancho left me here alone. I still can't get over what he said.
He is very immature at any time. And his possessiveness is out of place. I've been very keen and understanding to him when we were lovers back then.
I also shed a few tears and wasted a few rolls of tissue paper because of my stupidity towards him.
I could still recall the day when Juancho praised me that I have been a blessing to him. Because I took care of him well, loved him more than enough, and I treated him the way he wanted.
But... all of it is now in the past. I charged it to experience.
I got up from the bed and looked at the door after turning its lock. I breathed a sigh of relief because when I opened it, I saw the handsome Don Joaquin.
He was wearing his reading glasses while looking at his cellphone.
"You're going to get a headache again with your cell phone," I said. He looked up at me and took off his glasses. "I'm feeling better," he announced as he closed the door.
I frowned and asked. "The medicine you took?"
Don Joaquin shrugged. He placed his cellphone and reading glasses on the table of Don Joaquin's own vanity.
Vanities are unisexual. If I am artistic in body, so is Don Joaquin. But not to the extent that he will be feminine. The artistic in a hygienic way and in an elegant way.
Don Joaquin's mischievous grin flashed as he nuzzled his lips on the delicate part of my body. "Because of the soup of your pussy," he promised without any pity.
"D-Don J-Joaquin," I stammered in embarrassment. I looked away from him while biting my lip. I don't want him to see my red face because he will only tease me more.
Don Joaquin laughed softly. He knelt down in front of me and wrapped the hard muscles of his arms around my curvy body.
He buried his nose between my breasts and sniffed loudly. "Ahhh. Even my allergic rhinitis went away with your luscious scent, Veronica," he planted light kisses up my neck.
"Ohhh," I couldn't help but groan at what he did. His two hands lifted the end of my dress. I got what he meant so I opened my legs wide.
Don Joaquin whispered in my right ear. "Good girl," he complimented while caressing my legs.
I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed his jaw. Our eyes met and there was so much thirst and desire for each other.
"Fuck," was the last curse I heard after planting a deep kiss on my lips. My hand became mischievous and immediately searched for the button of his black slacks.
I know Don Joaquin also likes what I did because he relented. "Hmmm. Ohhhm," we both moaned between our kisses.
Neither did his two hands fail while we were kissing. He squeezed my healthy breasts.
He took off my clothes and let go of our kiss. I lay back on the bed while watching his thirsty face staring at my naked body.
"Now this is what medicine looks like to me," he looked up at me and lay on top of me.
Don Joaquin conquered my healthy breasts. He stuck it together and alternately licked my erect nipple.
"Don Joaquin, ohhh," my body arched due to the delicious sensation. My gaze remained focused on his eyes.
He stared at me while marking the health of my breast with his mischievous and slurping wet tongue.
"Shit!" I cursed loudly when he sucked my right nipple as if he was waiting for the milk to flow here.
He let go of my left breast and let me suck his index and middle finger.
I have nothing to say. I obeyed the command of our thirsty body. I closed my eyes and played with his finger in my mouth with my tongue.
I thought that the finger in my mouth was his throbbing and poisonous manhood that had made me scream several times in pleasure and pain.
"Hmmm," I mumbled while playing with the hair on Don Joaquin's head. Her mohawk hairstyle adds more elegance to her look.
But. We were just at the beginning of our worldly work when the door opened. I opened my eyes in shock and screamed.
Don Joaquin stopped, and we both looked at the person who opened the door.
"What the hell, Juancho!?" his father shouted angrily.
Juancho swallowed as he wiped away his tears. "I-I'm sorry, dad," and he disappeared like a bubble in front of us.
Don Joaquin sighed and facepalmed. "What the hell is wrong with that kid again?" Don Joaquin lay down next to me.
While I was staring into nothingness.
What happened to Juancho and me three years ago?