The tension was so awkward in the car. Roni was not helping by giggling and making comments under her breath after my father asked that awkward question. “Alessandro, why was the door closed?” he asked againHe did not even bother asking me because he knew I would find a way to change the story and make my father look like the bad person. “I guess the door just closed.” Russo finally shrugged. My father laughed, and Roni giggled in the backseat as if that was very amusing to her, while I was the only one sweating. I mean, I had not done anything fishy with Russo, but it just felt weird for my father to be pressing, my sister to be giggling, and Russo to be panicking. At least we reached the destination, and the second Russo opened the door, I hopped out. I needed air. Roni and my father walked ahead with everyone else as if we were the royal family or something while I was still at the car with Russo. “Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice.“I think you should go ahead, or I sho
I continued to kiss him until everything rushed back to my head and hit me like a tonne of bricks. What was I doing? I immediately separated from him and just blinked at him. He looked as confused as me. I suddenly realised what I was doing. And I knew it was all wrong. “I am so sorry. I- I- I did not- not realise what- I was- what I had done.” I stammered as I tried to step away from him“No- no,” Russo said as he tried to grab me back.I quickly stepped back and tried to head to the rest of the cars to hide myself. But he followed me. It scared me even more that he followed me. “Russo, I am sorry. It should not have happened. I am taking advantage of you. I am not in the right state of mind right now, and what I did to you was wrong.” I said as I began to tear up“No, you did not take advantage of me. Relax,” he said.He was trying to assure me, but clearly, it was not working because all I could feel was guilt. “Russo, my father was already very upset that you were in my bedro
“Do you think she will tell your father?” Russo asked in a low voice, hoping that Roni was gone by then“I don’t know. We better hope she does not.” I shrugged I was about to walk away when he grabbed my hand again. “Russo… I can’t. Roni just caught us, and I have to go look for my father and find out why he needs me.” I sighed “Well, you need to fix your makeup. Anyone who sees you there will know for sure what you were doing,” he informed me. “But now I don’t have a mirror. How am I supposed to fix it?” I asked as I panicked, wondering how did I look “Here, you can use my phone,” he said as he took his phone out of his pocket. It just hit me that I could have used my own, but I remembered Roni had my bag because it had the makeup, meaning she also had my phone. I opened the camera and saw how my face looked. It was not too bad, but for sure, anyone who saw it would know that I was probably kissing someone. I pushed my hair back, wiped my face a bit, and then handed him the pho
Roni did not give any more information after saying something like that. Instead, she walked away as if she did not leave me confused and wanting to know more. I had just to tag along until we were close enough to my father and the other random people he kept taking us around to meet. But once all of that was done, I pulled her aside, desperate to know more. “What do you mean by you have been there before?” I asked in a hushed tone“Tori, that’s all I am telling you, and that’s it. You will have to find out the rest on your own. Now, we have to go back home and prepare for the prayers.” she replied. ***The drive home was the most awkward thing. I was still in between Russo and my sister in the backseat, wondering why Roni could not sit in the middle or why my father could not sit in the backseat instead. I wondered why Russo was even driving around with us like he was my father’s brother or even my mother’s brother when my own blood relatives were seated at the back and entering t
I remained outside for a while, completely and absolutely shocked, while different people continued to gather at our house. Eventually, I found the courage to put one foot in front of the other and walk towards the house where everyone was in the living room and dining room, talking, sipping on tea and juice and others pretending to be crying as they stared at the family photos. But there was no Russo in sight. I knew he did not go home because I was outside all that time, and I had not seen him pass by. I headed straight for Roni’s room, I gently knocked on the door and then twisted the handle and opened the door. She was seated on the bed, flipping through a photo album as she gently brushed and touched my mother’s face as if she could feel her. “Where is your husband?” I asked the second I sat on her bed, right next to her.“He is somewhere there in the living room. I told him I needed to get away from all those people for some time. I just feel- I don’t know… I just feel like a
“What are you doing in here?!” I asked loudly “SHH!” he attempted to shush me, but I was more than shocked. “What are you doing in here!” I asked again, but a little softer“Close the damn door and come inside!” he replied. I slowly pushed my bedroom door shut, locked it and then stood and folded my arms. “What the heck are you doing in here? This is my bedroom.” I asked one more time“I wanted to come and talk to you.” he replied “I did not want to make it look suspicious with you walking right behind me, so I went ahead, and you only came in minutes later, but then you did not come to your bedroom, so I wondered if they had caught you and were grilling you,” he responded, still in a hushed tone.“Yeah, I went to Roni’s bedroom. I went to go and check on her.” “Yeah, I eventually heard you guys talking and laughing,” he said.Did he really hear what we were talking about? “You heard us?” I asked worriedly“Yes, but no. Well, yea, I heard you guys, but no, I didn’t,” he answered
“I am confused. Is your phone on?!” my father asked“Uhmm… yes,” I answered quickly, still lying “Well, please turn it off. It keeps ringing every time I try to call Alessandro,” he said “Okay,” I responded.I turned to look at Alessandro and hoped he would turn off his phone, but instead, he was in more panic about my father standing on the other side of the door. So, my father tried to call Alessandro again and his phone rang loudly once again. “Tori!” my father called out angrily. I wondered how my father had not figured out that Alessandro’s phone was inside the room. He automatically assumed it was mine. “I told you to switch off your phone.” my father said “I am sorry. I am turning off my phone now.” I replied slowly while looking at Alessandro, hoping he would get the hint. He eventually did and slowly pulled out his phone and turned off the volume, and then pushed it back into his pocket. I heard my father on the other end pressing a few buttons, and then the phone rang
“Anyway, ladies, I will check in on you two later.” my father said as he stood up. “Let’s go and shoo these people out of the house.” My father left the room with Alessandro, leaving me in Roni’s room with her. “So, he is a quick man,” Roni said “What do you mean?” I questioned back“He comes up with lies quickly,” she replied “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Tori, we all know he was not in the bathroom. I heard you guys talking as soon as you left my room. I knew you guys were definitely in your room. There was no way you were just standing in the corridor. And then, when Dad came to your room looking for you, he tried to call Alessandro, and we all heard his ringtone coming from your room. Dad probably heard it but is just praying and crossing his fingers that Alessandro was not in your room.” she answered. There was really no point in lying to Roni. She had managed to really catch us before. So, everything else she saw was just a confirmation of all that we had done
Bash dropped me off at the junction, claiming he was a little too worried to take me all the way to my door. I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, I sighed, grabbed my bag, and hopped out of the car. The early morning sun was already beaming down. As he drove off, I stood there for a moment, watching his car disappear around the corner. Then, with a deep breath, I adjusted my dress and started the rest of the walk home, my mind still lingering on the night before.I kind of felt angry because there was a sudden change in mood. After everything that happened the night before—the way he held me, the way he kissed me—it had all felt so perfect. But now, it was like he had flipped a switch. He barely looked at me when I got out of the car, and he didn’t even give me a small peck on the lips.I tried to brush it off, telling myself he was just in a hurry, but the disappointment still lingered. It felt like I had been pushed aside like I was just another part of his routine. My stoma
“Bash!” she exclaimed, her expression mirroring his shock. Great!I sighed. Being caught by Joey was one thing, but being caught by Katie was something else entirely. The only small relief was that, at least this time, I was not naked.“I thought you were going to yoga,” Bash said, still visibly shocked to find his mother in the dining room.“I am going. I was just about to leave—I forgot my water bottle,” she replied, her eyes narrowing. “Now, what exactly am I seeing here?”I mean, I knew she recognized me, and it was clear she was trying to match us up based on the conversation I overheard the night before."Good morning, Mrs—I mean, Katie," I said, stumbling over my words, nervous about her reaction. "Hey, Vic!" she responded warmly, her arms stretching wide to give me a hug. Her energy was so casual, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was an underlying tension in the air.I knew I still smelled like sleep and probably had morning breath, but I could not reject her hug.
"Okay..." Joey kept exclaiming in shock as I scrambled to grab the towel from the floor.I quickly wrapped the towel around myself, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I could not believe that, in just a matter of minutes, both of them had seen me completely naked.“What is going on here?” Joey questioned, her voice full of confusion.“Uhm—” I froze, my mind racing to find an explanation, but my words just wouldn’t come out.I glanced over at Bash, who was standing there, looking just as embarrassed for me as I was for myself. His face had turned a shade of red, and his eyes avoided mine, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding.“I am confused,” Joey said, her voice loud enough to echo through the hallway, completely oblivious to the volume.“Shh!” Bash hissed, his eyes wide with panic. “You are going to wake Mom up, and then this is going to turn into a whole chaotic situation.”“So, Mom does not know about any of this?” Joey asked, her voice still carrying more than it
Did I just...?He continued to thrust, slow and deliberate, maintaining a careful rhythm as if savouring every movement, every sensation between us.My mind was too clouded to fully register just how good it felt, lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment. But as his movements deepened, pleasure took over, and before I knew it, soft moans and breathless whimpers escaped my lips, completely involuntary yet impossible to hold back. "Shh," he hushed me, his voice low and commanding as he maintained his steady, deliberate rhythm.His grip tightened slightly, his movements never faltering, as if determined to keep control of both himself and me.I lay flat on my back, letting him take control as my body instinctively followed his movements. We fell into a seamless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me, building an intensity that left me breathless.His grip on my hips tightened as he exhaled a low, strained "Damn..." His voice was thick with desire, and the sound
It was a vulnerable moment, one that made my heart race in a way I had never experienced before. The cool air brushed against my skin, making me hyper-aware of everything—his gaze, the way his fingers traced along my thigh, the anticipation pooling in my stomach.I had never been this bare in front of anyone. Not like this. Not in a way that made me feel both exposed and electrified at the same time."It’s barely hairy," he murmured with a smile, his gaze warm.I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. Of all the things he could have said at that moment, that was what he chose. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, be embarrassed, or kick him for ruining the tension.“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, covering my face with my hands.He chuckled, his fingers gently pulling my hands away. “I mean it in a good way,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’re beautiful.”I felt heat rise to my cheeks and shifted awkwardly, wanting to divert his attention. So, I cupped his face, pulling him closer as I pres
He immediately released his grip on my panty, his fingers trembling slightly. Without hesitation, he reached for his t-shirt, snatching it up from where it had been discarded. His movements were rushed, almost frantic, as he pulled it over his head, the fabric slipping over his toned body in one swift motion.Did he forget that I was there?I froze on the bed, unsure of what to do next. I wondered if I should go and greet her or if I should pretend I was fast asleep or just wait patiently for Bash to come back. “Who is the girl?” The echoes of Katie’s question bounced off the walls. “Uhm..” Bash responded. I wondered why he was delaying to answer. Wasn’t his mother okay with him having people over? “I thought you weren’t coming back until morning?” Bash asked, his tone casual but clearly trying to dodge his mother’s question.“Yeah, but then my friend suddenly got a headache, so we had to call it a night,” she replied with a hint of annoyance.“Oh.” “Did you have dinner?” she ask
We kissed. Finally.His lips were soft, smooth, and warm against mine—an effortless blend of passion and control. He kissed like a man who had done this before, who knew exactly what he was doing. And I melted into it, savouring every second.Unfortunately, that familiar sour, slightly burning taste of wine crept back into my mouth, but it didn't matter.Bash had the best lips.I hated to admit it, but he kissed better than Russo. Or maybe it was just different—where Russo was rough and passionate, Bash was soft and deliberate, his touch sending slow, teasing shivers down my spine. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a contrast, a new kind of intoxication.We continued to kiss, deeper and longer, until the world around us blurred into nothing. But then it hit me—among the long list of experiences that made him such a good kisser, Roni was one of them.The thought burned through me like ice, snapping me back to reality.I pulled away suddenly, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths,
“Hello, Dad,” I answered, trying to steady my voice.“Tori, is everything alright? Do you need me to come get you?” His voice was laced with concern.“No, no, everything’s fine,” I reassured him quickly.He sighed. “Then why send a message instead of calling me?”I stayed silent, my mind scrambling for an excuse—but unlike all the other times, I didn’t have a lie ready.“I’m sorry, Dad,” I sighed.“It’s fine, but you’d better be back tomorrow—midday at the latest. You can’t overstay at someone’s place. What will they think of us?” he started rambling.“Okay, Dad. I’ll be back in the morning,” I assured him.“Goodnight,” he said before hanging up, not even giving me a chance to respond.I put my phone back and walked back to Bash. But by then, Bash was out of the kissing mood. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling a pang of worry.“Nothing, nothing,” he replied with a casual shrug, but I wasn’t convinced.He began gathering the dishes, carrying them off to the kitchen, leaving me standing
"I thought I was only visiting," I answered."Oh?" he sighed, his disappointment barely hidden.I could see the hurt in his eyes, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. Staying over wasn’t an option—I’d be in serious trouble with my father."Wait, but I thought yesterday you didn’t want me," I finally asked."Hm?" he replied, his brows slightly furrowing."What did you say?" he asked again, sitting down and looking at me intently."Oh no, it's okay," I replied quickly, hoping to brush it off.I felt his leg gently brush against mine under the table, sending a jolt through me. I jumped slightly, my breath hitching.“What’s wrong?” he asked as he poured himself some more wine“Oh, nothing, nothing.” I answered quickly. I knew I was probably ruining the dinner at that point. The tension in the air felt thick, and I hated that I was overthinking everything, second-guessing each little moment."So, I’m not pouring you some wine?" he asked, still holding the bottle of white wine, a pla