"Uhm,"
Mila stirred in her sleep. She felt good, like this was the best sleep she had had in a long time. To be more precise, the best sleep she had had since she left the peaceful countryside she grew up in and moved into the big city of San Destro.
The buzzing lights and noisy cars almost drowned her, but not this morning. Mila snuggled into the warm body beside her. She couldn't help but sniff his rich cologne. It was as though nature had an orgasm and the rain kissed an Amazon rainforest, touching all trees. Wild and fresh, making her mind fuzzy.
"Mm," Mila moaned again, this time moving her legs, and that was when she felt the sharp soreness between her thighs.
"You're one confusing girl, aren't you?" a steel-deep voice asked.
Mila nodded, "Yes," she smiled happily, rubbing her core on the warm surface to get rid of the soreness.
"Well then, it's time to go," the voice spoke again, this time trying to stand up from the bed.
Mila whined, digging her nails into his skin. Why was her newfound warmth leaving? she cried in her head.
"I want to be like this forever," Mila mumbled.
Seconds passed, and Mila snapped her eyes open. What? Her paradise wasn't a dream all along? Her eyes fell on the chiseled chest she was grabbing.
"What?!" the young woman shrieked, pushing the body away from her with her breast dangling as she moved. "Where is my shirt?!"
Mila couldn't believe this. She shook her head, quickly grabbing the sheet to cover her chest. Her last two mounds of chastity.
"H-how did I get here?" Mila stuttered. She couldn't get herself to look at the man beside her. What if...?
What if it was an old man or a married man or just someone she wasn't supposed to be in bed with? The top question remains; How did she get here?
Yes...that's Milena Dennis, and just like us, she's wondering how she got on a bed with a total stranger. Let's walk back to three days ago when everything about her life was perfect..... almost perfect.
. . .
Mila Dennis, a young woman of twenty-four from a small city named Pergoliva. After college, she moved into the big city like everyone else, chasing her dreams, trying to break the cycle of poverty and live happily ever after with her high school sweetheart.
Ken.
"Ken?" Mila called his name softly, raising her boyfriend's phone. "You said you were just friends with Stephanie, but your chat doesn't say the same."
The soft music from the radio came to an abrupt stop and a cold silence replaced the air in the room.
The young man with curly brown hair, wearing eyeglasses, quickly turned and grabbed his phone from the girl.
"I have asked you to stop going through my phone, haven't I?" the man named Ken fumed, scrolling through the phone. His anger was evident.
Mila blinked, finding the situation absurd. "Ken, I was right..." Her voice broke as she spoke. "You've been cheating on me all this time, and with Stephanie. You said she was just a friend."
Ken groaned, throwing his head up. He rubbed his face with his palm. "I- look, Mila...alright, fine. What do you want to know?"
"What do I want to know?" Mila repeated with a chuckle. "Ken, you cheated on me!" she exclaimed.
Ken nodded. "Yes, and it was supposed to be a secret if you weren't snooping around. Like, damn girl! Why break your own heart, Jesus!"
"I- I break my own heart?" Mila asked. "B-but you're the one who cheated. How did I break my own heart?" The girl sniffled her tears, pressing her lips tightly as she watched the man she had been dating for seven years.
She met Ken in high school, and they had planned to get married after college but then moved to the city. Ken, being the brilliant one, scored a job as an accountant, but because Mila wasn't that bright, she could only get a job as a cleaner. Ken had promised her that it didn't matter, that all they had to do was save up, buy a house, and get married. They had plans.
"Ken, you said you were going to wait until we got married. Ken, you had sex! With another woman, the same one you told me was just your friend," Mila's voice had become low.
Ken ruffled his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Mila, I'm a man. Baby—" He took a step closer to touch Mila, but the girl moved back.
"I needed a release, and look, people change, okay?"
Mila looked down at her feet and then turned her face away. She had only come to clean her boyfriend's apartment, something she does every weekend. Not once had she slept over, but another woman has. Another woman has soiled the bed covers she washed with her hands, used the cups and the spoons she bought with her first salary.
"People change?" Mila repeated. "Was that why you- you stopped me from visiting randomly and also checking your phone?" She asked, looking around the room. Her eyes fell on the peeling blue wallpaper of footballers, and Mila wondered if her boyfriend had made out against the wall too.
"People change, but I didn't change. I never changed. I remained faithful," Mila said with a defeated, small voice.
Ken exhaled. "That's because it's you, Mila," he pointed at her. "You're just a dumb blo- I mean... you're too innocent."
Mila's heart squeezed tightly. She rubbed her temples gently. Picking up her bag from the bed, she nodded. "Have a happy life then," she made her way to the door.
"No, no, no, no," Ken shouted, holding her back. He pushed her back to the nearest wall. "Don't do this, honey," he said with a smooth voice.
Mila raised her hand and tried to push his chest, but her hands were pinned down.
"You know you don't want to do this," Ken started, his voice dripping like honey from a spoon. "It was a mistake, once, and I regretted it. I swear. Baby, look at me," he tipped Mila's chin up.
"We have plans, remember?" Ken asked. "Get our apartment, get married, and have our own children. Don't allow a mistake like Stephanie to ruin us."
Mila bit her upper lip roughly. She could feel the tears rise in her throat. She couldn't hold back.
"I love you, Mila," Ken continued, seeing the girl's gaze softening. "I can't believe I hurt someone so innocent and sweet as you. I mean, I'm a fool, and I don't deserve you. I'm a fool," he hit his hand on the wall behind Mila.
Mila jerked, her shoulders rising. "It's okay...I'm just—"
"Please don't leave me, Mila." Ken's eyes brimmed with tears, his voice shaky. "I was tempted, you know, girls like Stephanie. I just had to be a fool and fall for it. But never again, baby..." a tear slipped down his eyes, and he exhaled.
Ken let go of Mila's hand and rubbed the ring that was once gold but had now faded to brown.
"You know we have a future, right? You're my wife and not some slut," he touched the ring. "Remember our promises and everyone back home waiting for us. Let's not ruin this for us. We only have each other here. In this San Destro, we are the only ones that can protect each other,"
Mila looked down at the ring, tears flowing down freely on her face. "We only have each other,"
"Yes, baby," Ken nodded. He raised his face, using his thumb to wipe Mila's eyes. "I'm sorry for making you cry. I'm sorry. And I'm going to end everything with Stephanie."
"Promise?" Mila asked.
Ken nodded with a smile. "Promise." He leaned closer and kissed her on the lips, using his free hand to wipe her tears.