he inquired, "Did you enjoy your dinner?" His gaze traveled from my wedges up to my floral summer dress, not showing any disapproval. "Let me guess, the cleaning service again,
" I remarked while unlocking my door. Without looking back, I entered confidently. He followed and closed the door behind him. "No, I came directly from the airport. I intended to surprise you, but I ended up being surprised myself to find you enjoying dinner. I'm not sure if I'm pleased with it."
I sighed, turning and facing him.
"What do you want from me, Junior? Because seriously, you keep giving me mixed signals.
I feel you want me, then the next moment you disappear from my side, no communication whatsoever.
Then suddenly you come back.
Can you please stop sending me mixed signals?" I raised my voice at him. "You made the choice; now live with it, okay?"
He looked down, his face a mixture of guilt and confusion. "I know, I know," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. It's just... complicated."
I crossed my arms, trying to hold on to my frustration, but the sincerity in his eyes made it difficult. "Life is always complicated, Junior. But that doesn't give you the right to play with my feelings."
He took a deep breath and stepped closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "I don't want to play with your feelings. I never did. It's just that sometimes, I'm scared... scared of what?" I looked him in the eye. "Scared you might not like how I live."
"You mean the life of a mafia?" I questioned.
He looked shocked. "It's scary and dangerous."
I stared at him. "Then you make sure you protect me. That simple."
"No, no," he shook his head. "It's not as simple as you think, Rain."
"Then you are not man enough for me." I looked sideways. "Please leave. I need to prepare for tomorrow."
He stood there looking lost and called out, "Rain."
I tried to walk past him. He held my wrist and kissed me passionately.
Suddenly, he pulled me close and kissed me ferociously
My hands circled the man's hair as I ran them through it in response to his kiss
He lifted me up
My back was chastised by him
It didn't stop me from inviting him in either; I opened my legs
Suddenly, I squinted and let out a soft groan as he kissed my neck
And that drove him mad cursing as he continued to kiss me drawing me closer to feel his manhood right on my cookie
I moaned softly and pulled his face to face
My eyes were watery, almost like I wanted to cry
We both looked at each other and I kissed him slowly on his lips down his neck and I bit him
He groaned out loudly and kissed my neck too slowly going down and biting my outer breast
I moaned in sync with his movement
He cupped me, letting his hands squeeze my butt
Oh I loved how he touched me, how he smelled
His hands did not stop there he brushed my thighs so softly while kissing my neck and up my ear, his hands slit in my dress and cupping my breast
He whispered you are not wearing a bra
Yes, I answered
I felt his index finger brushing my nipple and my body vibrated
Bad girl, he whispered
He smiles, and he kisses me passionately again
be ready by 3 pm
He gave me a light kiss and left.
I stood there, a mixture of excitement and curiosity bubbling inside me. I quickly checked my passport, making sure it was in my bag. The hours seemed to crawl by as I kept glancing at the clock while working.
By the time 3 pm rolled around, I was ready and waiting by the hospital entrance. He arrived on time driving his black Cayenne. He stood tall, and he looked as handsome as ever. I have noticed he loves the color black; almost all the time he wears black. He has this thing with him, and it's commanding your attention. And one thing you will notice him: he is wearing black boots. The watch was dazzling with diamonds. He looked perfect. I looked at him walking towards me; I felt like everything was in slow motion. He was wearing shades. Oh my God, he is so handsome, and I am falling, I say falling, for this man, and it's wrong. He took my hand and led me to a sleek black car waiting by the curb. As we settled into the plush seats, he handed me a small, beautifully wrapped package.
Open it," he urged with a grin. Inside was a watch same as his and a brochure for the island.
"That's where we're going and spending the weekend uninterrupted?" I gasped, hardly able to believe it.
"Yes," he replied, his smile widening. "A weekend getaway, just for us."
My heart soared as the car pulled away from the curb, heading towards the airport. I slept throughout our flight. Truth is, even though I was excited about this, I was tired and needed to regain all my strength. We landed at midnight and drove straight to our accommodation.