You kinky dirty mind! Wearing this cotton pair of shorts obviously doesn't help I wish I'm wearing a jeans to hide my hard on, to strain this wild thing. Please, down boy, down. We don't wanna creep her out. "This would be our boundary," she places a pillow in the middle of the California King bed, "Don't get into my territory." I can't help but to smile at her little warning, "I won't." "Hmm."Hearing her approval, I climb on the bed and situate myself on my side of the bed. She's busy adjusting the pillows to fit her tiny frame in a cloud of fluffy cushions. I miss how she used to hug me after sex and fall asleep immediately but she has clearly replaced me with those pillows. "Good night." She murmurs while switching off her bedside lamp. Goodnight? She's gonna sleep with that long shawl on her head? That must've been uncomfortable to have her head wrapped up like that the entire day; she's been with me since early morning, excluding the one hour bath time. "I'm gonna put on t
"You can see me?!" She is so shocked to the point of freaking out, "Oh my God! You can see me!" Movements followed through with the mattress dipping as if she has jumped off the bed. I quickly sit up, the smirk I had earlier has been wiped away from my face, "No, no I can't see you, I'm still wearing this eye mask, Alya." "B-but-""I swear I can't see you. I made a promise last night, didn’t I? That I won't remove this until you ask me to. I promise, Alya. I promise I won't see you if you don’t allow me." "So you... really can't see me?" I shake my head eagerly, "I can't." "Prove it!" What? Prove it? How am I going to prove it when I'm in the blind here? "Prove it, Calvin. Show me you did as you promised." I sigh when I feel heat nearing me, she must be coming back to the bed after jumping off just now. "How many fingers am I showing now?" Is this a trick question? If I don't answer her she's gonna be angrier but if I do answer her, she's gonna be angry too for whatever reas
"Calvin..." I'm sure I'm still awake, this is not a dream, because I can feel her flesh in my hands. I can hear her inviting voice as I caress her figure while being blinded with lust. Technically blinded. "For whatever reason," I can feel her breath on my face, our nose touching, by how near our face is to each other, "Under no circumstances, do not remove the mask without my permission." "I promise." It's a miracle I managed to form a full sentence by how hard I am right now. I can't think straight with all my blood rushing to that one specific region. "I'm not a waitress but can you give me the tip?" She's gotta be kidding to still joke around when she knows how desperate I am. My erection is poking her back like nobody's business. "I'm asking for your consent, Mr Gunn." I hate how calm she sounds while I'm struggling over here. "Yes," I grunt like a desperate pervert, "Yes, please." "Mhmm," she moans teasingly while removing herself from my middle, making me a little upse
She's bold, and I like it. In fact, she's so bold she voiced out her fear of experiencing the same thing back when I took her virginity but she actually made the first move by volunteering to ride me. "This way," she places both hands on my shoulders, "I can control the pace and however I want it to be."I gulp once she straddles me again but this time without any barrier between us; we're both naked and ready to move to the next step. "Besides, it's not like you can see anything to guide it into me." Her bottom is lifted once again but two seconds later I can feel the tip of my cock touching something- her. Ahhh, this is a dream come true. "I'm scared." I can practically feel her fear so I place my hands at each side of her body, gently guiding her, "I'm here. At your pace, remember?" "Mhmm," she hums though her body resists at my push to bring it further down. "I don't think it will fit," she's freaking out now. "You used to fit me nicely. We fit like a puzzle, B. Trust me.
I'm confused.And upset.I'm confused and upset but I have no right to be one because she did tell me this is just a dream before everything happened, and she made sure I understand everything completely before using me for pleasure. Yes, I've concluded that she used me, eventhough I enjoyed it immensely. I haven't seen her for the rest of the week- she's back in her cave, out of sight whenever I'm home. I'm not even sure she's still here but her security details ensured she is, and that she hasn't stepped out of the building since we're back from Italy. I've been waiting for Saturday because my children and grandchildren is the only thing that can lure her out. Unfortunately, it's spring break, which I only found out yesterday when I called Gen and Nate to ask what do they want to eat on our Saturday family brunch only to be reminded they're off to their nuclear-family vacation for the weekend before the school break ends. Bugger. Now I won't be seeing my wife aaaand the rest of
I never thought I'd ever touch him the way I did in Italy, ever again. I was so adamant about the divorce it never crossed my mind for one day I'd be so overwhelmed with his presence, spending two days two nights straight with him, that on the second night I surrendered to my desire. It's not regret that I felt afterwards because I wanted it; nobody forced me, not even him, it's purely my lust that I chose to quench. It's just the draggy feelings I was beginning to have, knowing it will last for a lifetime, or perhaps two years if I'm not exaggerating, that I have to keep being by his side knowing I was the one who crossed the boundary and asked for it; this shameless woman who had been refusing him left and right was the one who initiated the move. Would I do it again?No. Never. Ever. Do I regret doing it?Urgh. I hate to admit I'm not regretting anything, because I loved how brave I was to face my desire and asked for it. It's just that... there won't be a next time. There
I've been a bit of a chaos these days. Few days ago I've been melancholy, judging by the extra hours I spent on the bed, sleeping for another one or two hours compared to my usual wake time, followed by lying down, scrolling through my phone, too lazy to leave the fluffy mattress until it's suddenly almost the time for Honey to come home that I'd rush downstairs to get some food before hiding in my room again. I'd bathe with different flavours of bath bombs every evening to somewhat lift my mellow mood, light the scented candles, sip on my warm tea, read a good e-book; I did all those things to patch myself up from the heart-break I've been feeling since I forbid myself from seeing him.It had been four days. I had been bracing myself for four days not to get out of the bedroom, afraid if I'd approach Honey and repeat the same thing. What happened last weekend shouldn't be carried forward; I've decided to wake up from the dream. But then it's like I had this surge of energy when
"You're not pregnant, are you?" I scoff at that ridiculous question from my sisters, rolling my eyes while at it, "Duh! Obviously not!" "What do you mean ‘obviously not’ ? You have sex with a man, there will always be a possibility of that." She schools me but I'm not fazed at all with that fact. "I took the plan B AND I'm on birth control. So shush, shattap you two. You guys aren't getting a niece or nephew, nuh-uh." "You took plan B?" Dian raises an eyebrow with suspicious look, "Why would you need plan B if you're on birth control?" Because I never planned on having sex with my husband that Saturday, or the following day, that's why I took plan B on Monday. God bless the pill for being effective until 72 hours after sexual intercourse because I was cutting close! "We suddenly think it's too soon to have a baby," I lie, not wanting my sisters to know about the real situation, "So you know, just to be safe.""So you're really not pregnant?" Luna chimes in after being quiet for
"You're... still pregnant?" I can't believe that came out of his mouth. What did he mean by that? I was only five months pregnant when he left, of course I'm still pregnant six weeks later! Does husbands have pregnancy brain too? But he looked so fuckable since I laid my eyes on him at the dining hall so I'm gonna let it pass. You're lucky you're gorgeous, Honey. Tapping my tummy, I reply him with the sweetest smile, "Nope, just had a big Thanksgiving dinner." "But... but the kicks-"I rub my tummy in a big circle, the way we always do when we're full from eating too much, "Must be the turkey." "Alya." He warns dangerously that I bat my eyelashes as adorable as I can, "Yes, Honey?" "It's not funny." He puts his palm back on the same spot, which I can't help but to grin. Have I told you how fuckable he looks right now? Or since my eyes laid on him earlier in the evening? Sooo fucking hot with the whole beard thing, I swear it feels like I'm back to the time when I was his sugar b
"You did a good job today, Princess." Dad has marched to his eldest grandchild who would always hold a special place in his heart, the same way she does to me. Genevieve immediately turns to him with a wide smile, "Wait till the dinner is served, you're gonna be even more grateful I'm the planner this year!" "I'm already grateful you managed to bring Alya here this year." The twinkle in his eyes can't be missed, as if he's really glad my ex-wife is joining. I knew it, I should've told everybody about the divorce. I should've known my grandparents would account every Gunn for this yearly family event, her included. Somebody is hitting the glass again, signalling everyone to be seated- the event is about to begin. I can see my grandparents are already at the head of this long table, thankfully they're at least ten seats away from us. The perks of not being a favorite family member. "Calvin." Dad suddenly calls my name, grabbing the attention of everyone to turn around and look at m
I hate how my grandparents still have control over me despite being in my forties. The fact that I too have four grandchildren makes it hilarious of how silly this has become. But that's what everyone in Gunn family gotta do- listen to the one who holds the mighty power. I'm not sure if all of us are in the will but it would be stupid to risk your name being excluded just because you're not feeling Thanksgiving this year. I've been working in Berlin for more than a month now. I made a deal with my cousin to switch our role that instead of handling the headquarter at New York, I asked if I can take the European branch. She wasn't too excited about it; nobody knows about my divorce except for my lawyers so she didn't understand why I asked for this all of a sudden.Our grandfather is the founder of Gunn Chocolate so everything has to be signed off by him. Emily suggested to hold it off and present the proposal to Grandpa in three months for me to think it through, only then we'll go a
Genevieve might be persistent but I'm a certified hard-head with stubborn as my middle name to listen to her when it comes to accommodation. She insisted I stayed with her because of how dangerous it is to be on my own in my late second trimester, at a three star hotel that's an hour away from everyone. She even whined on how unfortunate her little sibling is to live in a dumpster when the sister and brother are spoiled with luxury. Her endless chatter in manipulating my mind about what my baby deserves versus what he's getting because of my stubbornness, won. I finally moved to a brownstone near theirs on the next day; she accepted the condition that I would go anywhere but hers and Nate's place because the last thing I wanna do is to disturb them or interrupt their daily life. A week later I'm still here, with frequent visit from Gen which on the day she isn't coming, she'd call me to get updates, asking if I'm okay or if there's anything I need. There couldn't be possibly anyth
This is stupid. Everything is stupid ever since I left New York. Every single thing is fucking stupid since I figured out her game. "Another, Honey?" She doesn't wait for my response and waves for the bartender to get me my third fill of Macallan. Third or tenth, I don't bother counting anymore. It's just a stupid drink anyway. I've been heartbroken for more than a month now but it doesn't get easier. Heck, I feel like it's worse than when Scarlett left me. Perhaps because she did drop hints here and there that she's getting bored of our marriage, it's just that I chose to ignore them and that's how she just took off to find what she called, her long-lost happiness, in that stupid note she left on the nightstand. It was a classic rich women move, to get rid of boring toys and get themselves a new one simply because they have their own billions. But Alya, well, she's definitely the best player in the arena when she checkmated me at this game. I was so fucking stupid I hadn't rea
"Daddy didn't tell us anything about the divorce!" She gasps in disbelief the moment I told her what was going on, "I thought you followed him to Europe! I thought you guys are on your second baby-moon!" I smile bitterly while shaking my head, "I haven't seen him for a month now." Thirty nine days to be exact. "Oh my God!" She takes my hands in hers, gripping them tight as to give me the courage I've been needing since he left, "What happened? Why did he divorce you? So you're alone at the penthouse now? You should move in here, Al! It's too dangerous to stay alone when you're already in your third trimester!" I pull another smile, "Not yet, another two weeks till the next trimester." "So it's agreed? You'll stay here? Hmm?" "It's okay, I'm good where I am. I'll be here for another week then I'll fly to Jakarta." Because international travel is only permitted until the 28th week of pregnancy. I'm gonna need all sorts of documents and letters from my gynae if I were to travel beyo
It feels like only yesterday we had sex on this kitchen island when today, merely hours later I'm suddenly being served divorce papers by his squad of lawyers. "You just need to sign here." The grey haired man whom I believe is the leader of the squad, since he was the one who's been talking since the beginning, puts his index finger on a dotted line at the end of the page he's showing. Half an hour ago, I was busy prepping for dinner since tonight's theme is Indonesian Food so I always get excited and cook at least three different dishes as to introduce him to my culture when my helper who comes twice a week to clean this place told me a few men in suit wanted to see me.I rushed upstairs to grab a shawl before welcoming them only to be told they were sent by Mr Gunn to finalise the divorce. I stood there like an idiot neither mad or angry because I was too stunned for the fact he left this morning all cheery and happy with his promise to come home earlier than usual to help me co
Being told you're the centre of his universe, the bane of his existence, and all other sentences we only read in romance novels, well, I've gotta say I'm head over heels for him. As if this dreamy baby-moon at Bali is not enough, he had to top it up with the ultimate surprise when he planned a perfect beach wedding with the attendance of both my family and his (he actually flew every one of our family members from all over the world!) to witness the event where he made it official that I'm his forever, and he to me.We've been back in New York for a month now and have lived like a true couple who's madly in love with each other that it gags everybody out (by everybody I mean Genevieve) to see how cheesy he is all the time. I'm already halfway through my pregnancy though it makes me worried that I'm not showing at all, I actually avoid talking about the baby with Honey because I'm afraid I'm gonna freak out and ruin our relationship that's beginning to blossom.So Gen is the only per
I know this will never be easy. I know anything with regards to Alya will always be challenging but I welcome them all, with open heart and even bigger mind; I've always loved a feisty one anyway. Scarlett was feisty too, that's why I never got bored with her. She's the exact balance of yin and yang; sometimes she's calm and supportive but most of the time she's that feisty woman who always excite me. When I had women posed as Scarletts, they tend to follow the script too much that after a few months, I got bored easily with the realisation that this is not the Scarlett I was married to. When I met Alya, she gave me the same vibe I had when I was with Scarlett. At times she's submissive and followed the script Drey and Ms Collins had drafted for all my Scarletts but most of the time she just went rogue with her own lines that I became addicted as to know what else was she going to do that is the opposite of what she's told. "I married you because I needed to sleep with you." I wa