Chapter 3: I love you too

The moment Adrian got to his penthouse bedroom, he pinned Simona against the wall and began kissing her hungrily. He bit on her lips, slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth, and sucked every corner of her mouth. 

As the kiss prolonged, he realized Simona wasn't responding. ‘It was almost like she didn't know how to kiss.' He thought but shook his head. ‘Simona is 25 years old; there's no way she was inexperienced; maybe it's because she was drunk; that's why she wasn't responding,’ he thought and pulled away when he saw she was out of breath.

“Turn and let me help you out of your clothes,” Adrian purposely said; he wanted to see if Simona was faking being drunk. She proved him wrong when, instead of turning around, she wrapped her hands around his neck.

“Adrian, I love you,” she said, and it must be the heat of the moment, but Adrian replied,

“I love you too,” without realizing. He turned her around and pulled up her dress and unclasped her bra. He turned her around again and went on his knees and pulled down her skirt and panties. She was standing naked in front of him; he missed the time she walked out of the bathroom naked, acting like she didn't know he was inside the room. He smiled, remembering how bad she was at pretending, and kissed the top of her waxed pussy and looked up to find Simona looking down at him. 

‘She was very beautiful; her clear blue eyes, her round and full breast, slender waist, wide hips, and sexy legs—she was perfect,’ he thought as he admired her from below, ‘but she is not Helena,’ a voice said in his head. He shut his eyes and stood up. It's true Simona wasn't Helena; he doesn't like Simona; he just wants her to relieve himself, nothing more. He convinced himself. 

He pushed her onto the bed and took off his clothes at the speed of lightning and got on the bed hovering over her. He began kissing her and slipped his finger into her tight pussy that was already soaking. He rubbed and teased her clit, and she was a moaning mess. He added another finger, his mouth latching around her nipple and sucking it like he was a baby, a mature baby. Simona moaned, her fingers intertwining in his hair and pulling him close when he bit her nipple.

Adrian switched to her other nipple, giving it equal attention. He pulled out his fingers and spread her legs wide, and without warning, he thrust his painful erection into her. 

Simona sank her teeth into Adrian's shoulder from the intense pain that shot through her for being penetrated for the first time. Adrian grunted from the sensation he felt penetrating her and how she bit him; it was almost as if she was claiming him. Adrian tossed his head back as he enjoyed the feel of finally penetrating Simona, and she was fucking tight, he thought, as he began to move in and out. 

Simona was a moaning mess, with tears of pleasure and pain running down her temples. The pleasure was overwhelming; she wanted more, and she hoped it wouldn't end. She began to move her hips, meeting Adrian’s every thrust. Seeing that as a clue Simona was enjoying the sex, Adrian began to move faster and rougher. 

Simona screamed when she felt her stomach twisting; she felt her orgasm coming at full speed. She wrapped her hands around Adrian's neck, her nails digging into his skin.

"Adrian, I think I'm... cumming!!” 

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my dick,” Adrian said, dipping his fingers between her legs and starting to rub her clit with his thumb as he pounded into her, feeling her pussy pulsating around his dick and her cumming on his dick after a few thrusts. He continued his onslaught until he cummed, filling her with his warm semen. 

Simona wanted to protest when he pulled out of her. However, he spun her around, and she was on all fours. He began to thrust his still rock-hard dick into her from behind. Simona moaned loudly, feeling him deep inside her, stretching her out, and hitting all the right spots. Adrian pounds into her relentlessly, one hand gripping her hip while the other reaching around to play with her clit.

There was a long way to go, and Simona's energy as she met all his thrust told him she would be able to take him till they both passed out. So they continue, their bodies glistening with sweat and filling the room with loud moans, and bodies slapping each other.

~ The next morning ~

Simona's eyes shot open. She was having a happy dream where she and Adrian shared a night of wild sex. But the next morning, he woke up and started strangling her, accusing her of taking advantage of him, causing her to wake up. ‘Pwew, it was only a dream,’ Simona thought, releasing a deep breath, her heart still beating.

However, Simona's eyes widened when she realized the room she was in wasn't her bedroom. She tried to move but felt something on her stomach. She turned to the side and came face to face with a sleeping Adrian, their lips almost touching. She lay there staring at Adrian dazedly as scenes of the previous night started flooding her mind.

‘Wait what?!’ She screamed in her head, ‘It wasn't a dream? She and Adrian had sex; it wasn't a dream, and she wasn't a virgin anymore!’ Simona was happy; she finally got to make love with the man she had been in love with since college.

Flashback. 

Simona knew Adrian since college, and the funny part is they were couples; Adrian was her first kiss, the one to awaken her innermost desires. Even though they never had sex back then, they used to romance; he would finger, lick, and suck her till she cummed. Never allowed her to give him a blowjob, even though she wanted to. He will always say he was preparing her for the day they would have sex because he wanted her to feel only pleasure on that day, not pain.

But one day, he told her his mother was sick, and they were traveling to France to go and treat her there. That's why they separated. 

Even though they stayed in touch for a few months, one day, Adrian texted her that his mom passed away and he wouldn't be coming back to New York again.

She was broken, but a week later, she went down to grab some ice cream after locking herself up in her room. However, on reaching the living room, she saw there was a broadcast of a funeral on the TV, but she didn't pay attention to it and went to the kitchen, but on returning, she was shocked to see Adrian on the screen. She immediately went to the location. 

But when she approached Adrian, he looked at her as if it were his first time seeing her, and Simona also realized he was different, like an entirely new person. The Adrian she met at the funeral was cold; he had a fierce expression, different from the Adrian she dated, but Simona thought it must be because of his mother's death. But when Adrian denied ever knowing her, she decided to leave and respect his decision. 

She went to university and dedicated herself, and 5 years later, she became the youngest fashion designer with many lines. But no one knew her identity. People could only reach her through her assistant manager.

And when she received the message from her assistant that Adrian's company wanted her to become their head designer, she was happy to accept the job.

But when she went for the interview and they called her Simona, she realized they thought she was the one applying for the position as Adrian’s secretary. She suddenly groaned that she had a stomach ache and excused herself from the interview.

She remembered making friends with a girl her age called Simona a few minutes ago, and the girl had told her she was there to apply for the secretary position. 

So after thinking it through, she wanted to become Simona; that way, she would become Adrian's secretary and be by his side. She was able to convince the real Simona by offering her a job as a secretary in her company. 

That's how she became Adrian's secretary, but for three years, he never looked at her. She was surprised when he proposed a contract marriage for two years, but also hurt because she found out he was having a fiance abroad!

Presently.

Simona sighed, snapping out of her daze. Her real name wasn't Simona Smith; her real name is Anastasia Moore. The mysterious heiress of the Moore family. It was time she got over her fairytale. 

 AN: 

Please take note: Simona’s real name is Anastasia Moore. Her dad and friends call her Anna, and at her company, she is addressed as Miss Moore. Her secretary is the real Simona. So please take note and don't be confused when the name Simona is mentioned. Thank you. Love, fireworks. ~~~ 

Anastasia slowly lifted Adrian's arm on her stomach and got out of bed, but fell flat on her face from the pain that shot through her when she stood up. 

‘That bastard, didn't he know it was her first time, so he had to go gentle?’ see who is talking, her consciousness said. Anastasia giggled and murmured internally, ‘Yes, she enjoyed it though, every part of it.’