"Camila," She looked at me most seductively without even trying, I couldn't help it, so I kissed her back. Her lips tasted like strawberry and alcohol. They were sweet and tender.
I placed my hand around her waist while my other one was on her neck. Our lips moved together, our tongues danced around each others' mouths.
Her aroma filled my senses. The smell of her shampoo mixed with the scent of her skin. It was heaven on earth.
I never thought this kind of moment could occur but it did and I wouldn't give it up for anything. She was so addicting that I lost myself completely.
My insides were more aroused when she sat on me and straddled my waist, making me groan against her mouth.
Our tongues intertwined, creating an unknown power between us. My hands moved lower on her waist to her back, back and forth.
The way her body felt in my touch was like a drug. A drug I never wanted to give up. And I knew I was going to give her everything that I got.
Her lips parted, letting out soft moans. It sounded so sensual. The feeling of her lips moving over mine sent shivers all over my body.
"You are so fucking amazing, " I whispered against her lips, feeling the heat that was building up in her body when she heard me say that.
"And so are you, " She whispered against my lips. Without a warning, she broke away from the kiss and started tracing down my jawline.
I closed my eyes and let her send shivers down my neck. Her kisses went lower until they reached my collarbone. Her lips stopped at that point.
She slowly slid her hands down my chest and lower on my stomach, causing a ticklish feeling with her fingers tracing them further.
I groaned again as I looked down, seeing her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist, holding onto the sides of my body as she leaned her weight into me.
I then lifted her dress and slipped my hands underneath. My hand caressed her skin as I slowly slid my finger on her thighs to her back round figures, careful so that nothing would cause pain to her wound.
Her whole body tensed when one of my fingers touched her cherry from the back, the only layer between being her pants. She bit her lip, looking down at my hands.
"I'm... I'm sorry, " I said, removing my hand.
"No, it's okay, " She said, shaking her head. "It's just... "She hesitated, "Never have anyone been this intimate with me, "
She pulled herself from me. Now she was sitting next to me.
"Well, that was..." She couldn't find the words to say. She kept shaking her head like she couldn't believe what just happened.
"That was..." She struggled to find the right words, shaking her head in disbelief over what had just happened.
"I don't even know why I did what I did," she confessed, her voice shaded with panic.
I gently took her warm hand in mine. "You don't have to understand everything right now. Sometimes, we act on our feelings, and the reasons become clear later."
"But I am someone's wife," she said, guilt and doubt evident in her voice.
"Exactly, a wife, not a prisoner," I reassured her.
"But..."
"Camila," I met her eyes with a firm look, "Don't blame yourself for something that brought you happiness."
She looked away. I wasn't going to give up on her. Not yet.
"Hey, Look at me," She still looked away. I raised her chin and now her eyes met mine.
"While looking at me, tell me, how do you feel?" She hesitated, clearly nervous. But when she finally met my gaze, a smile involuntarily graced her lips.
"Juan," she said softly.
"Tell me, how does this moment make you feel?"
"Good," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. She looked down, avoiding my gaze.
"Look at me," I pleaded. "This is what you should remember every time you feel uncomfortable or anxious about what just happened."
She bit her lip as she nodded
She bit her lip but nodded in agreement. As she relaxed, a genuine, cheerful smile spread across her face.
"So now, how about you go rest? Your wound shouldn't be exposed to the open air for too long."
"Okay, sure." We stood up from the grass, and I brushed off her dress. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" She made it sound more like a question than a statement.
"You know where to find me," I replied, hugging her tightly. She embraced me back and, after releasing me from the hug, she walked away, frequently glancing back as she moved.
I watched her until she disappeared, a small smile of satisfaction lingering on my lips. I was genuinely happy. After a morning filled with rejection, this unexpected turn of events was a welcome surprise.
I waited a little longer before departing the scene. It was late, and no one was around. With a renewed sense of purpose, I sped up, leaving the mansion behind.
Arriving back at my own home a bit later, after the usual 45 to 50-minute ride, I was greeted by one of the maids.
"Welcome home, sir, " She said with a high tone and a big smile on her face. It was obvious since the first day she started working for me that she had a huge crush on me. Not that I cared or despised that. It was just a feeling.
"Thank you, Lisa. Where's Mother?" I inquired.
"Upstairs," she replied.
"Thank you."
I climbed upstairs and entered my mother's office. She sat at her desk, occupied with her work, wearing glasses and a night dress. When she saw me, her expression shifted from seriousness to relief. She removed her glasses and came over to hug me.
"Welcome home, dear," she said. "Dr. Malice informed me about what happened today. Are you alright?" She asked, her face covered with concern.
"I'm not sure, Mother," I sighed.
She led me to the sofa in her office, and we both took a seat. She held my hand and asked, "What happened?"
"I told her I would fight for her. She told me she couldn't because she was married. But then I went to the mansion, and she...she kissed me."
"Oh," my mother responded, her surprise mixed with a smile. Her eyes were silently begging me to spill more details but that was for some other time.
"And what happened next?"
"That's exactly what I'm worried about, Mother. I'm afraid she's falling for Juan and not Alejandro."
"Son," she began.
"Mother, she's falling for the fake me."