Matching his energy

“You can come out now, she’s gone,” Estella said.

Diego climbed out from under the bed looking disgruntled.

“You have to leave,” she told him in a stern voice, “We can’t do this anymore. I don’t care what the consequences are, but I’m not letting you turn me into a homewrecker.”

He Ignored her, approaching her with a heated look, “Good, she’s gone, now we can-“

“Aren’t you listening to me?” She cut in, shocked at his carelessness, “We were almost caught. We won’t be so lucky next time and so there won’t be a next time.”

He grabbed her by the waist and hurled her into his big, hard body, “This just means that we should be more careful.”

“No!” She snapped, “That’s not what it means at all. I can’t do this anymore. Stay away from me.”

“I wish I could, but I can’t,” he confessed, “You’re far too delectable for me to let you go and now that I’ve had a taste of you, I can’t ever get enough.”

“Get away from me.”

She tried to disentangle herself from him, but he only pulled her closer and covered her mouth with his. This time around, she didn’t let him drag her desires to the surface. She was still trying to get over the near heart attack, the close call earlier, had given her.

As soon as his mouth settled over hers, she clamped down on his lower lip with her teeth, hard enough to draw blood.

“Argh!” He grunted in pain and let her go. She grabbed hold of the loosening knot of her towel tight and rushed into the bathroom.

Before he could get to her, she slid the deadbolt locked and pressed her door to the door, limbs shaking.

“Open this damn door or-,” he grumbled from the other side of the door.

“No.” She told him, “I don’t want this anymore and you can’t force me.”

“We both know your resolve will crumble like a house of cards as soon as I get my hands on you. That’s the only reason you’re keeping this door between us.”

She closed her eyes, knowing that his words were true. She was weak when it came to him. Something about him just made her senses go out the window till she was nothing but a bundle of needs and desires.

“That’s not true,” she said.

He laughed darkly, “Don’t worry, Estella. I’ll get back at you for this little trick you just played on me.”

She waited till she heard his footsteps fade away till she slid down the door to the ground and buried her face in her hands, wondering what the hell she was going to do about Diego.

She couldn’t continue like this with him.

Meanwhile, Diego marched to his room, angry about Estella rejecting him. He needed to find a way to break through the defenses she was trying to set up and get her needy and achy for him again like she had been the previous night.

The thought made his blood sizzle in his veins and he could feel the mild stirring of lust within him.

The lust evaporated as soon as it had come as he opened his door to find Blyce curled up in his bed in a position that she probably assumed was sexy and would succeed in driving him crazy.

He Ignored her completely and began to take off his shoes.

She immediately plastered herself to his back, her breasts pressed up against him.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” she said, then began to nibble on the lobe of his ear.

He was completely unaffected by the move and in fact, found himself getting very disgusted. He pushed her away.

“I’m not in the mood for that.”

She gave him a look of shock like she couldn’t believe he wasn’t tripping over his own feet to touch her. With a naughty smirk, she undid the rope holding her silk robe together and let it fall open, revealing her naked, toned body underneath.

“We both know you want this,” she said silkily, “I need you so badly.”

The sight of her naked perky breasts did nothing for him and he simply turned away, “Cover yourself, Blyce.”

“What’s wrong with you?” She snapped, “I have a mirror so I know I’m still desirable, so what’s the matter? Are you angry with me for being gone for so long?”

He rolled his eyes, wondering how he had even dated her for so long. She was so self-absorbed that she believed the whole world revolved around her. Once upon a time, he had seen that as being confident, but now he just saw her for what she truly was.

A self-centered woman.

“No. You could have stayed away for longer,” he told her carelessly.

If she had stayed away for a little longer, it would have given him time to get stubborn Estella to heel and by now, he’d have her eating out the palm of his hand and begging him to fuck her.

“You don’t mean that,” she whined, “You’re just trying to punish me with your cruel words for neglecting you.”

She moved closer and began to fumble with the zipper of his pants, “I’ll let you cum down my throat if you say you missed me.”

He jerked away from her and stood up from the bed, staring down at her with derision, “You can sleep here, I’ll take the spare room.”

With that, he began to slip his feet back into his shoes. She scoffed in disbelief.

“Seriously?”

He ignored her in favor of walking right out of the room till she was left alone. He couldn’t seem to be able to tolerate either Blyce’s touch or her presence.

Estella on the other hand- he could imagine her with her full lips wrapped around his cock. The thought made him groan.

As the bedroom door shut behind him, Blyce stared at the door for several seconds, shocked at what had just happened. She had never been rejected in her life before and she hadn’t enjoyed being suddenly rejected by Diego.

She made to go after him, but something shiny in the folds of the bedsheet caught her eye. She reached for the silver object and saw that it was a locket. She remembered seeing it slip from Diego’s pocket and had thought it was a gift for her

Immediately suspicious, she opened the locket and saw a familiar face staring back at her from the small photo attached inside.

Why the hell had her boyfriend have that dirty servant’s locket in his pocket?