Their lips continued in a passionate unyielding dance that might have lasted for as long as it could.
Time seemed to be a forgotten concept in this scene.
He tugged at her lower lips, forcing her lips to give way to his tongue.
She moaned the instant his tongue brushed against hers.
She slipped her hands to the back of his neck and interlocked her hands around them.
One hand left her face and strayed down to caress her waist and pull her closer to himself.
She could swear that she had never been more alive than then.
Adrenaline was rushing through her veins.
She brought one hand down to feel his solid chest and nearly lost it when she felt his heart beating as monstrously fast as hers.
Her mind was in too many shambles to think clearly, desire had consumed every inch of her as all she wanted then was for him to make her feel like a woman again.
Fuck she wouldn't even mind being touched by him. She wanted his hands all over her body.
He slowly and seductively pushed the net-like robe off her shoulder and cast it aside.
He went to the spaghetti arms of her nightie and played around it, as though he were teasing her.
'Uscirne fuori [Snap out of it]!'
Her eyes went wide with a gasp. She stared at him in disbelief as though she couldn't believe she was the one who got so caught up in her desires.
She stood up from his lap and brushed her hair out of her face half-embarrassed.
"Love?" she didn't answer him but instead picked her robe and wore it back.
"What are you doing?" "Going back to my room" she replied curtly without casting one glance at him.
"So you're just gonna pretend we didn't just have that mind-blowing kiss," he said calmly as though he was used to doing things like this- well he was anyway.
"Another mistake, Ace" she corrected. "Sure" she scoffed, "If you keep repeating your mistake over and over again, then we both know that it's not a mistake but simply your heart's deepest desire"
She gulped. Maybe it was her deepest desire. Maybe all she wanted and all she craved for was for his hands to roam her body and touch her as though he owned her. It was for him to take her to a whole new world filled with unexplainable pleasure and bliss that only he could give her.
"Forget about that kiss, it 'just' happened"
"Whether it happened deliberately or not, I don't actually care. All I want right now is you, naked, and in my lap or in my bed" he said unbothered.
She massaged her temple with her finger. "Look. I'm tired, and I don't want to think or talk about this. Let it slide!" she instructed and hurriedly walked out of the room before he could say anything else.
Of course, he wouldn't let it slide, not when he was getting closer to the jackpot.
He wanted her and he was going to get her.
As far as she was under his roof, it would only be a matter of time before she would break and allow him.
He was sure of it.
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She lay on her bed and stared up at the ceiling in deep thoughts.
"Come continua a succedere [How does this keep happening]? Why can we not just be close without kissing or getting intimate to any extent?" she groaned and kept hitting the bed repeatedly in frustration.
She kept on replaying the memories of their kiss in her head. "O mi sto innamorando di lui [Or am I falling for him]?" She dismissed her thoughts.
She couldn't be falling for him, she didn't even know what falling for someone felt like or how to even fall for someone.
She picked up her phone and dialed a number she had sent someone to dig up.
The original number she had stopped going through a month after she and Don tied their fake knot.
"Raccolta [Pick up], Elizabeth!" she kissed her teeth in hopes that she would answer her call.
"Hello?" she called once the call was answered. "Who is this?" Elizabeth's sassy voice rang from the speaker.
"You got another number that I didn't have, and for close to two months, you couldn't call me, yet you have the audacity to ask who I am. Don't you even recognize my voice?"
"Oops! Sorry, my bad" she apologized. "What's up, babe? How's the marriage going? Pregnant yet?" she replied unbothered and unshaken.
"What the fuck! No! I'm not going to fuck a guy I strongly hate" she snapped.
'Sei sicuro [Are you sure]?'
"Chill, girl!" she soothed, "Just kidding. But I have to say that I am truly impressed with your self-control. That tower of dripping hotness is staying under the same roof with you and you haven't fucked him yet..."
"That's not the point, Lizzy" "So what's the problem, Naya? Did you just call me because you're missing me?" her arrogantly cocky voice seemed to tick Anaya off the more.
She wasn't even feeling a bit remorseful for what she did. Well, that was typical Elizabeth Moore for you.
"I need help," she said reluctantly. She would never live it down once she told her that she had started gathering feelings for Don.
"Yeah, no! Hiding a body is your kind of thing, not mine. I'm just into living my life to the fullest and you know it"
"Not that. I need your 'vast knowledge' in this problem of mine" She rolled her eyes knowing fully well how Elizabeth loved being praised.
"What's wrong?" "I don't know. I feel weird whenever I'm around... HIM!" she said, whispering her words.
"Weird how?" "As in, abnormally fast heartbeats, nervousness, finding myself gawking at him at every slight moment, having my thoughts trailing off into the gutter whenever he is talking to me, and weakening the moment he touches me even at the slightest bit" she answered with flushed cheeks.
"Aww! My little butterfly has gotten her first crush" she squealed from the other side of the phone.
"It's not a crush, I think it's just mere attraction..." "And are you the one with the vast knowledge on this kind of thing?" Elizabeth lashed, and Naya sighed.
"Didn't think so. Now listen up. When you're crushing on someone, you will feel like you're in a whole new world when you're with that person.
Your heart will beat a million times per second, you'll be over-conscious of how you look around that person, sometimes, you will feel a sharp shock in you when that person as much as brushes their fingers against you.
Sometimes, your mind could even have stray dirty thoughts about the person... It's all just part of the package"
Elizabeth's voice and words were gradually getting into her head. She knew her friend was a crazy head, but what she was saying was actually making sense.
"I know you aren't into boys or anything, but be happy that you've finally gotten your first... third crush in your twenty-four years of life"
"I'm supposed to be happy about liking someone who injured my dad, currently blackmailing me, and bossing my life around as though I'm a little child incapable of handling her own life?"
"No, you're supposed to be happy that at least we've confirmed you aren't a robot. Weren't you following?" She rolled her eyes.
"Thanks for your unhelpful help, but I am not crushing on him"
"Saying it won't make it a reality. And I honestly don't see what's wrong with liking someone like him. He will take care of you, he will be nice to you, he will treat you properly, and to top it off, he is sinfully handsome, ... "
"He could betray me and fuck another girl or even girls" "Naya..."
"Let's just end this topic here. I don't want to talk about him anymore. Let's talk about you"
"What about me?" "Why does this number come from a different country, why has your other number not been going through, and why have you not been at home?"
There was a long pause between them.
"It's a long story. I can't explain everything right now" she dismissed, "You didn't call me for two months. I felt alone and lonely in that giant prison for two fucking months.
There were times I needed you desperately, but neither were you there nor did you pick up my call. I felt alone and abandoned there... Cut the story short. I can wait"
"Seriously, I can't explain right now. When the time is right, I promise that you'll be the first person I will tell" she concluded and hung up.
She plopped back on top of her bed lazily.
Her mind performed a lot of work at once that she thought she would run mad. She couldn't stop them, and she couldn't shut them off. Her thoughts were just becoming larger, and more complex and making her more confused with herself.
She couldn't take it anymore.
She went to her bag right beside her pillow and pulled out a pack of sanitary pads.
She stuck her hand in and brought out a ziplock bag containing some rainbow-coloured pills that looked just like candies.
She listened to hear if Don was coming into the room. Being assured, she took out two of these pills and popped them into her mouth as swiftly as she could.
She packaged everything into her bag, kept it aside, and fell back into the bed, now feeling drowsy.
Her thoughts had been completely shut off and she was now flowing down a stream of complete peace of mind.
Once again.