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Aurora's Point Of View "Are you okay?" He asked as he walked to me. "Do I look like I'm not?" He stopped before me and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. I feared I might break down if I saw his face. He held my chin and turned my face to meet his gaze. He rubbed my stinging cheek with his thumb and said, "did she hit you?" "Does it matter?" I tried to turn away but he pulled me closer. "Did she hit you, Aurora?" I was forced to meet his eyes. They were different than the ones that stared at me with disdain five years ago. Tears stung my eyes and I tried to stop them from falling. "Does it matter if she did?" I tried to sound tough but my shaky voice betrayed me. "Go and meet your woman, she probably needs you." His softened gaze hardened, "my woman?" "Yes." He let out a deep breath and his grip around my waist loosened. I knew it was too good to get true. He would eventually go to her. I bit my lip to stop my tears as I turned away from him. I made to leave but he held
Aurora's Point Of View"I was excited, waiting for you to come home for our wedding anniversary but you never did." I sobbed. "You two were together all night while I waited for you," "What are you saying?" "You know exactly what I mean! You left me for her!" "No, I didn't!" He yelled, "I didn't leave you for anyone, Aurora!" My chest rose and fell heavily as I tried to register what he said. I opened my mouth to counter but he stepped forward and said again, "I. Didn't. Leave. You. For. Anyone," he repeated, making sure to stress every word to get his point across. "I saw the picture," I managed to say. "Of you two. You and Serena..." "Wait, what? Serena?" I nodded slowly. "Yeah. You were with her all night." He sighed exasperatedly as he ran his fingers throughout his silk black hair. He stared at me in disbelief, making me feel like I was overreacting. "That night..." he began, "I was on a business trip like I told you. Serena was heavily fatigued so she said she wanted to
Aurora's Point Of ViewEduardo dropped me off at home in the evening and my kids welcomed me happily. Eduardo's words kept echoing in my head all night as thoughts of him filled my mind. Was it really possible for us to be together? To become the family we once were? But many years have passed. I'm not even sure I love him anymore. I'm not sure of what I feel towards him? I know he makes my body heat up whenever he is near me, I know my heart thump wildly whenever our hands brush, his touches set my body on fire and I dream of his body on mine sometimes but was that all it was? Lust and nothing else? I sighed deeply and turned in my bed. He said Serena manipulated the whole situation. Did she really? Did Eduardo really had nothing to do with it? Did I mistake what I saw? But if that is the situation, how can he explain the fact that she was still hovering around him? She still visited his mother even. What explanation does he have to that? I glanced at the clock and realized it was
Aurora's Point Of View I rushed into the bathroom, my heart racing wildly. I pushed myself against the sink and drowned my face in cold water. My breathing was ragged as I struggled to stay on my feet. I staggered into one of the toilets and leaned against the door, trying to steady my breath. My skin stung and my clothes felt like thorns against it. I leaned against the cool metal of the bathroom stall, my body trembling uncontrollably. My heat had reached its peak, and I could feel the overwhelming pressure building in every inch of me. The cold water had done nothing to calm the fire raging inside. It only seemed to make the discomfort more intense, my skin sensitive to even the faintest touch of fabric. I bit down on my lip to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. I couldn’t let anyone hear me like this—not in the middle of the workday. Not when Eduardo was just down the hall, his scent still lingering in the air, making everything worse. It was as if his presence tri
Aurora's Point Of ViewAs Eduardo knelt beside me, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my face, I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of my breathing. He felt my forehead and said, "You should take a cold bath. You're burning up." He took his hands off and I mourned his touch. "I would contact a doctor I know. Maybe he can prescribe something to help with the heat." I almost shook my head in protest. I did not want to take any pills. I wanted him. I wanted him to pin my hands over my head on the bed and fuck me. Mercilessly. I want him to make me beg for it till I cry. I bit my lip at the thought, my eyes never leaving his. His eyes darkened and I smirked. Fuck I'm loosing my mind. "Go to the bathroom," That was not a request. He left the room, leaving me with my wild thoughts. I managed to drag myself into the bathroom and I immersed myself in the bathtub filled with cold water. I soaked in the cold water, letting it ease the burning heat coursing throu
Aurora's Point Of ViewI woke up to the soft warmth of the morning sun streaming through the curtains, my body wrapped around something soft and firm. For a moment, I sighed in contentment, snuggling closer, my fingers gripping the fabric beneath me. I could still smell him—Eduardo. His scent was everywhere, invading my senses and stirring something deep within me.Then it hit me.I wasn’t holding him. I was hugging a pillow. A pillow that, upon closer inspection, had his tank top draped over it. I blinked in confusion, my mind still foggy from sleep. The cool morning air brushed against my bare legs, and that’s when I realized—I wasn’t in my robe anymore. I was wearing one of his shirts, the soft cotton hanging loosely around me.I sat up abruptly, my heart racing. The events of last night came crashing down on me. The kiss, the way I practically threw myself at him, and his firm but gentle refusal. I buried my face in my hands, groaning in embarrassment. Moon, what had I done? I’d l
Aurora's Point Of View"It was all because of my heat," I defended myself as I took a bite out of the pancake."I did not say otherwise," he shrugged as he sat opposite me on the kitchen island. I watched as he took a bite and licked the sauce off his lips. "What? Still feel devouring me?" He teased, snapping me out of my daze. "I'm fine now," I shoved a spoon of food down my mouth to cover my embarrassment. "Looks like the doctor was right." "Did I do anything weird after last night?" He paused and looked at me like he knew something I didn't know. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I cannot remember anything after we both lied down in his bed last night. Surely, I couldn't have done anything worse. "No," he said and I heaved a sigh of relief. "You slept like a baby. Do you feel better now?" I nodded. "I'm back to myself." He pursed his lips, "bummer," I frowned and he chuckled. "I'm just pulling your legs." He gestured to my almost empty plate. "You done with that?" He ask
Aurora's Point Of ViewI left work early. I haven't seen my kids in a whole day. They must have missed me. I've missed them too. Eduardo drove me home and I thought he would ask if he could come in. I don't wanna admit it but I would've told him to come in without thinking twice. Oh moon, what's happening to me? "Mummy!" I squealed, catching my two joys in my arms. I hugged him tightly, sniffing their hair. "I've missed you so much!" "You did not come home yesterday," Eloise pouted and guilt tore into my heart. "I'm sorry, baby. Mummy had work." What? I can't possibly tell them I got into heat, kissed the man they don't know is their father and begged him to make love to me. No, I can't possibly say that. The evening passed in a blur of giggles, dinner, and bath time with Dexter and Eloise. They were my world, my little anchors keeping me grounded in the chaos of my thoughts. I hadn’t been with them since yesterday, and the guilt of leaving them tugged at my heart.Eloise sat on
Aurora’s Point of ViewThe boardroom was filled with the hum of low voices, the subtle clicking of laptops, and the rustling of papers as the meeting went on. We were in the middle of a major discussion about a new construction project—a high-end residential complex that Eduardo’s company was bidding on. As I sat at the long, polished table, my attention kept drifting from the presentation slides to Eduardo, who sat at the head of the table.He was calm and collected as always, his eyes sharp as he addressed his team. I admired how he handled these meetings with such ease, delegating responsibilities, asking the right questions, and commanding the room. “Let’s focus on securing the land first,” Eduardo said, his voice deep and authoritative. “We need to ensure that the environmental assessment report is clean. Aurora, do you have the final analysis from the firm?”I straightened in my seat, pushing aside my wandering thoughts. “Yes, I do,” I replied, flipping through the papers in fr
Aurora’s Point of ViewThe laughter and shouts of children echoed all around us as the Father’s Day program continued. The afternoon sun illuminated the schoolyard in warmth, and everywhere I looked, there were families, smiling fathers, excited kids, and a sense of joy that I hadn’t fully anticipated feeling today. I glanced at Eduardo. He was in his element, laughing with Dexter and Eloise as we finished another game. The balloon-popping contest had been awkward at first, but the tension between us had slowly dissolved into something comfortable, almost familiar. He seemed so at ease with the kids—our kids—like he had always been there.But then, Dexter’s question hit me like a punch to the gut.“Mum, is Eduardo… is he our dad?”Time seemed to stop. The world around me faded, and all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Dexter’s eyes, so full of innocence and curiosity, were locked on me, waiting for an answer. Eloise looked up too, her tiny brows furrowed as
Eduardo’s Point of ViewIt started with a phone call. The headmaster of the twins' school reached out to notify me of an upcoming Father’s Day program. At first, I wasn’t sure what to do with the information. I hadn’t been a part of Dexter and Eloise’s lives for so long, and now, I was being invited to attend something that was, by all accounts, for fathers.Was I really ready for this? Was it too much? Too soon?I hung up the phone, feeling the weight of the decision pressing on my shoulders. For years, I had been absent from their lives—not by choice, but by circumstance. The thought of standing there, surrounded by fathers who had been present, who knew their children’s every like and dislike, who had shared every moment... It made me feel like an outsider. I hadn’t earned the right to be called a father.And yet, a part of me longed to go. To be there. To see them laugh, to join in their fun, and to make memories that I had missed out on for so long.My heart and mind were at war,
Aurora's Point Of ViewI left work early. I haven't seen my kids in a whole day. They must have missed me. I've missed them too. Eduardo drove me home and I thought he would ask if he could come in. I don't wanna admit it but I would've told him to come in without thinking twice. Oh moon, what's happening to me? "Mummy!" I squealed, catching my two joys in my arms. I hugged him tightly, sniffing their hair. "I've missed you so much!" "You did not come home yesterday," Eloise pouted and guilt tore into my heart. "I'm sorry, baby. Mummy had work." What? I can't possibly tell them I got into heat, kissed the man they don't know is their father and begged him to make love to me. No, I can't possibly say that. The evening passed in a blur of giggles, dinner, and bath time with Dexter and Eloise. They were my world, my little anchors keeping me grounded in the chaos of my thoughts. I hadn’t been with them since yesterday, and the guilt of leaving them tugged at my heart.Eloise sat on
Aurora's Point Of View"It was all because of my heat," I defended myself as I took a bite out of the pancake."I did not say otherwise," he shrugged as he sat opposite me on the kitchen island. I watched as he took a bite and licked the sauce off his lips. "What? Still feel devouring me?" He teased, snapping me out of my daze. "I'm fine now," I shoved a spoon of food down my mouth to cover my embarrassment. "Looks like the doctor was right." "Did I do anything weird after last night?" He paused and looked at me like he knew something I didn't know. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I cannot remember anything after we both lied down in his bed last night. Surely, I couldn't have done anything worse. "No," he said and I heaved a sigh of relief. "You slept like a baby. Do you feel better now?" I nodded. "I'm back to myself." He pursed his lips, "bummer," I frowned and he chuckled. "I'm just pulling your legs." He gestured to my almost empty plate. "You done with that?" He ask
Aurora's Point Of ViewI woke up to the soft warmth of the morning sun streaming through the curtains, my body wrapped around something soft and firm. For a moment, I sighed in contentment, snuggling closer, my fingers gripping the fabric beneath me. I could still smell him—Eduardo. His scent was everywhere, invading my senses and stirring something deep within me.Then it hit me.I wasn’t holding him. I was hugging a pillow. A pillow that, upon closer inspection, had his tank top draped over it. I blinked in confusion, my mind still foggy from sleep. The cool morning air brushed against my bare legs, and that’s when I realized—I wasn’t in my robe anymore. I was wearing one of his shirts, the soft cotton hanging loosely around me.I sat up abruptly, my heart racing. The events of last night came crashing down on me. The kiss, the way I practically threw myself at him, and his firm but gentle refusal. I buried my face in my hands, groaning in embarrassment. Moon, what had I done? I’d l
Aurora's Point Of ViewAs Eduardo knelt beside me, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my face, I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of my breathing. He felt my forehead and said, "You should take a cold bath. You're burning up." He took his hands off and I mourned his touch. "I would contact a doctor I know. Maybe he can prescribe something to help with the heat." I almost shook my head in protest. I did not want to take any pills. I wanted him. I wanted him to pin my hands over my head on the bed and fuck me. Mercilessly. I want him to make me beg for it till I cry. I bit my lip at the thought, my eyes never leaving his. His eyes darkened and I smirked. Fuck I'm loosing my mind. "Go to the bathroom," That was not a request. He left the room, leaving me with my wild thoughts. I managed to drag myself into the bathroom and I immersed myself in the bathtub filled with cold water. I soaked in the cold water, letting it ease the burning heat coursing throu
Aurora's Point Of View I rushed into the bathroom, my heart racing wildly. I pushed myself against the sink and drowned my face in cold water. My breathing was ragged as I struggled to stay on my feet. I staggered into one of the toilets and leaned against the door, trying to steady my breath. My skin stung and my clothes felt like thorns against it. I leaned against the cool metal of the bathroom stall, my body trembling uncontrollably. My heat had reached its peak, and I could feel the overwhelming pressure building in every inch of me. The cold water had done nothing to calm the fire raging inside. It only seemed to make the discomfort more intense, my skin sensitive to even the faintest touch of fabric. I bit down on my lip to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. I couldn’t let anyone hear me like this—not in the middle of the workday. Not when Eduardo was just down the hall, his scent still lingering in the air, making everything worse. It was as if his presence tri
Aurora's Point Of ViewEduardo dropped me off at home in the evening and my kids welcomed me happily. Eduardo's words kept echoing in my head all night as thoughts of him filled my mind. Was it really possible for us to be together? To become the family we once were? But many years have passed. I'm not even sure I love him anymore. I'm not sure of what I feel towards him? I know he makes my body heat up whenever he is near me, I know my heart thump wildly whenever our hands brush, his touches set my body on fire and I dream of his body on mine sometimes but was that all it was? Lust and nothing else? I sighed deeply and turned in my bed. He said Serena manipulated the whole situation. Did she really? Did Eduardo really had nothing to do with it? Did I mistake what I saw? But if that is the situation, how can he explain the fact that she was still hovering around him? She still visited his mother even. What explanation does he have to that? I glanced at the clock and realized it was