I locked my eyes with him as I slowly curled my fingers in my pussy. A gasp escaped my mouth at the pleasurable feelings that racked through my body as Miguel's eyes immediately went to my pussy. He slowly stroked his cock as he watched me. His undivided attention on me aroused me. The way the dark orbs darkened made it seem like I was staring straight into the abyss — and he stared back at me, hard. “I need you, Miguel.” I panted from need as I continued to finger my pussy. I was wet and ready for him. His table was soaked with my arousal. Yet, he looked like he was enjoying watching me touch myself. He must be getting off on my frustration to orgasm. “Please.” I cried out when I circled my thumb around my pussy, prompting my fingers to go deeper into it. “Go faster.”His voice is hoarse. He seemed like he was moments from losing it. And that made me increase my pace. Watching him pleasure himself as he watched me fuck my pussy with my fingers, aroused me more than I can conf
“What's wrong, Jewel?” I was too lost in thoughts about the message I received, that I didn't hear his approach until he touched me, startling me from my thoughts. I squinted. “What's wrong?” He asked again. This time, his voice sounded gentler. He looked like he was afraid of startling me once more. I didn't say a word as I passed my mobile to him, with shaking hands. I couldn't even say a word. Nothing came out of my mouth as my heart hammered in my chest. All the blood rushed to my ears, and I can only hear the churning in them. My body shook, convulsing from the shock of the news. I felt like I wasn't the one in my body. Hell, I couldn't even control my body. My breathing got faster, and my eyes seemed to close on their own. “Jewel!”Miguel called me, but I was too gone to reply. The message I got, seemed to tug deep into my memory, past the wall that was erected to keep my thoughts in. Memories assaulted me. I saw scenes I have long forgotten. Scenes I never knew I witn
It has been a week since I received that damned message. Miguel, who has gotten tired of asking about my plans, decided to let me do things at my pace —not that I intend to do anything, for now. “You seem so lost in thoughts.” Pearl plopped down on the chair next to mine. “Good Morning!” She shrieked so loud that I had to cover my ears with my hands and shoot glares at her. Her outbursts caused the few students in the class to cast glares at us before they resumed what they were doing. “What's so good about the morning if you scream that loud?” I narrowed my eyes at her, a moment from hitting her forehead on the damned desk we got for our philosophy class. She rolled her eyes at me as she tucked a stray hair behind her right ear, with a grin on her face and a lot of sparkle in her eyes. She's putting on a black gown, which is longer than all the clothes she has ever worn since classes started. Aside from the ball gowns she wore to the masquerade ball, I've never seen her wear de
We weren't the only ones who noticed the new professor. The entire class was so quiet, it was almost suspicious. Ordinarily, there are supposed to be snickers thrown around or words whispered to friends. But, there was nothing. Everything was so quiet that it seemed.... peculiar. Well, I know the cause of that. The new philosophy lecturer with those killer eyes and body like his was the cause of it. “Damn!” A girl exclaimed behind us. I didn't need to turn to know she was referring to the hot piece of meat. If only she got to see my husband, I believe her jaws might fall to the ground just at the sight of his majestic body. “Good Morning, class.”His voice sounded like it was laced with honey. It reverberated on the walls of the class, leaving shivers in its wake. “Good Jesus.” P sighed, “I think this will be the only class I won't miss for the entire year.”“Good Morning,” he greeted once more when he didn't get the right response he was hoping for.Like the first greeting, the
“Why did you stop?” P turned to face me, with her brows raised, and mouth pursed. “No… Nothing.” I winked at her, “let's go. We have other classes to attend before the day runs by.” I urged her out of the classroom before she could say something else. We parted in front of her next class — anatomy, while I left her there for my next class, which is Introduction to AI. We have been learning all about Artificial Intelligence for weeks, but we are yet to get deeper into the topic. After classes, I met with P in her classroom. “I will be right out!” She waved at me the moment her eyes landed on me. She was all smiles as she hastened to arrange her books. I stood to the side, to let the other students pass. The squishing sounds of their shoes on the tiles, the opening of lockers and the increased chatters provided good background noises.“Girl, I'm so going back to get a glimpse of Mr Matt. Are you coming with?” She asked the moment she closed the distance between us. “My classes wen
“Jewel!”I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I immediately turned, to see P. She stood next to me, with a concerned expression on her face, and a forced smile. “Are you okay, Butterfly?” She squinted. Her eyes were awash with concern. It twitched with an urge to know what was wrong with me, but she didn't pry further. “Yeah,” I nodded, “I'm good.”But I'm not. Though I know what I'm supposed to do, I'm still trying to know how to approach things, to get the answers I need. I can't possibly walk up to my stepmother, and demand for her to tell me if she was the one who killed my mother. Who in their right senses will ever confess to that? I don't think it will be that easy.“Well…" She trailed off, with a suspicious glare directed solely at me. “It's time to leave. The other girls have long left.” She motioned towards the place which was brimming with fan girls not too long ago. Sure enough, there were no girls there any more. The hall was empty, devoid
Star drove me to the hospital my stepmother sent an address for. I frantically clasped my hands as I prayed for my father's safety. I'm aware that we don't have the best relationship, but that doesn't mean that I'm ready to lose him.“Your father will be okay, Jewel.” Star sent a comforting look my way. “You don't have to be nervous.”“I can't help it, Star. The way she sounded over the phone made it seem like he was dead already. I don't know what to do if something happens to him, Star. He's the only family I have. I can't —” “Listen to me, Jewel. Your father just had a stroke and was taken to the hospital. Nothing is going to happen to him. You've got to stop your train of thought.” She glanced at me before she turned her focus on the road. Her tight grip on the steering wheel is the only evidence of what she's truly feeling deep within her. I sat still in the passenger's seat and joined my hands together. I nervously picked my fingers, to keep my mind off the thoughts of my fat
I don't know what to feel. One moment, I had this sudden urge to rip everyone and everything to shreds, and in another, I had this urge to collapse on the floor and weep to my heart's content. I slowly closed the door behind me, and leaned on the door, with my eyes closed. My body shook as insistent tears slipped down my eyes. I felt like my heart was about to be ripped and torn to shreds. Why? This was the only question that occupied my mind at the thought that I'd lost a father. I've lost the only biological family I had left. Right now, I'm alone in this world. Tears slid down my eyes, but I didn't make a move to wipe them off. I let them slide down, to pool around my legs. The stares from the patients around didn't faze me. I needed to cry my heart out at the injustice of this world. I just learned that my mother might have been poisoned by a woman she once considered a best friend, so she could get married to my father. And now, more bad news is being dumped on my head. Can
They stared at him, looking confused. “Mum, what's he doing here?” Jane asked, still looking at him. She only spared a look at me before she turned her entire focus on him. “Come on, babies.” Miguel motioned for them to come close to him. When they didn't go to him, he glanced up at me. “I thought you weren't coming back. I intended to relocate to the street, you live with them.” He smiled at me, "I have made the plans already. Implementing it was my next plan." “You stupid man!” I closed the distance between us and enveloped him in a hug. He rose from the ground and twirled me in the air. I chuckled at the feeling of being lifted by him. I felt light as he held me up like a baby. "Put me down!" I said in a voice that doesn't sound as commanding as it should. You can't blame me. Having him carry me is something I wish he can do all the time. “Mum, why are you hugging him?!” Jane shouted. While the others stared at me with shocked expressions on their faces.“Oh.” I chuckled as
“Is our new home that far?” Jill yawned, already tired of the ride. It's not a secret that my kids hate trips since we have been going on numerous trips since they were born. I chuckled at the impatient expression on her face. “It's not that far. Don't worry, we are almost there.”We would have been there long ago had I driven like before. But no, I had to be extra careful on the road to prevent my happiness from taking the upper hand and leading me to something I might regret. “Can you get an ice cream for us?” Jane rubbed her eyes. “I'm tired.”“Do you want an ice cream now or when we reach?” I glanced at them through the mirror. “Now!” they chorused together, not taking a moment to think. “Okay.”And like that, a journey that would have taken us an hour max, took us two hours and thirty minutes to arrive. I had to buy their favourite ice cream for them.I drove straight to Miguel's mansion. Luckily, he wasn't back by the time we arrived. His guards let me in as if it's natural
“And if it's not my charming friend.” Phil beamed as he sat opposite me. He looked like he rushed, to get here. I don't blame him because I just suddenly called and asked him to meet me. I returned from Miguel's house an hour ago, to make it in time to bring my kids home. “You took your time, didn't you?” I frowned at him, “I was intending to leave before you arrived.” I pretended like I was angry at him when I wasn't. “I'm sorry. There was something I needed to take care of. Don't be offended, okay?” He grinned.“Even if I want to be annoyed with you, I can't,” I pouted. “You are just too cute for me to be angry at you.”“See? I'm too handsome for you to be angry with me.” He placed both hands on his cheeks, “So, why did you call me here? I know it's not to drink coffee.” He glanced around at the almost empty café, “it's almost evening!”“I'm leaving.”“So soon? I only came — wait a minute, what do you mean by you are leaving?” He gaped at me, staring at me as if I had somehow lo
I sent my kids to school and decided to drive to work. When I left Miguel, I only contacted Nikki and Star. It was with their help that I got back on my feet until I met a kind old man. He was the CEO of Dabris, and he gave his shares and the company to me because he was too old to handle it, and his company was going bankrupt. That was how I became a CEO and each day, I work to prove that he can trust me. Though he's not in this world any more, I still have this need to make him proud of me. I got a notification on my phone, and I slid it up, to see a message. I frowned at the content. Why the hell will someone ask me to listen to the news?I packed my car to the side of the road, and switched the radio on, to the station the message spoke of.“Hello, everyone.” I was shocked when I recognized Miguel's voice. There is no way I won't recognize his voice, even through the radio. “So, I was a douche to my wife. I treated her badly, and I'm here to ask for forgiveness.....” There wa
I didn't hear from Miguel after a week. It was as if he had given up, which I'm grateful for. I stopped looking back as I left my house, trying to pretend like everything was normal when it wasn't. I know it will only be a matter of time before he starts disturbing, me once more. I hurried over to my children's school, packed my car and went over to their playground when I didn't see them waiting for me at the security office like they normally do.From afar, I saw my kids standing together, with — Miguel? With my heart beating fast, I hastened towards them at the sight of his familiar stature.No.This can't be happening.How did he enter the school without permission?God. I quickened my pace towards them.Miguel had his back on me, so he didn't see me until I reached where they were.“Jane, Jill, James!” I called out to them as I hurried towards them.“Mum!” They ran towards me at the sound of my voice. And that was when Miguel turned.He looked as shocked to see me as I was to
Phil took me back to the office before he returned to his office. I met him two years ago when he came for an interview. He was fun on our first meeting, and we clicked it off —as friends. I know he feels something for me, but I don't feel anything for him, and I have never led him on. He's aware that I don't do relationships, and I don't want anything about that. Ever since I left Miguel, I have stayed single, training my cute bundle of joys, who are all I have left after the messy relationship I had with Miguel. Though they remind me so much of him, I won't trade them for anything in the entire world because they are all I have. They are my life, and I will forever be grateful to Miguel for making me a mother. I drove to their school the moment it was four. I spent the last hours thinking of my stupid husband and the expression that was on his face when I left with Phil. “Mum!” Jill called out as she raced towards me. “Hey! Wait for me,” James shrieked, trying to keep up with
JewelI strode into his office for the first time in years. Nothing has changed. Aside from the new interior design, and change of colours. The shocked expression on Miguel's face was more than I comprehended. My mouth curved up in a smile, but I tampered with it. “Good morning, Mr Miguel,” I professionally smiled at him. “I trust my secretary filled you up on what I request for a partnership?” I strode over to one of the chairs in the boardroom, and sat on it, with my legs crossed, while Miguel stood shocked still staring at me like one who has seen a ghost.The years haven't been good for him. He looked older than ever, with his hair duller. There are dark lines under his eyes, making him look sleep-deprived.“Jewel?” He swallowed. “I'm afraid we are not that familiar with each other, Mr Miguel. I will prefer if you call me, Miss.” I smiled at him, “should we continue?” “Where have you been? I have sought for you throughout—” “I'm afraid you are mistaking me for someone else, M
MiguelIt has been five freaking years since Jewel left. I have tried to locate her, but haven't been successful. I tried every means possible to locate her, but it seemed like she disappeared into thin air. I ran a hand through my hair as I stared at the piles of files in front of me. For five years, I have buried myself in my work, trying to lessen the thoughts of my wife, but nothing seems to help. I'm always thinking of her, and the mistake I made those years ago. Back then, I knew that Pearl was lying, but I needed enough evidence against her. That was why I attempted to play to the beat of her music. However, it cost me my priceless jewel. If only I didn't do that. Had I not spoken those harsh words to her, she wouldn't have left me. She would have still been here with me. I stared at my window. Star and Nikki left the house a week after Jewel disappeared. Until now, they have not contacted me because they blamed me so much for what happened five years ago. And I take the b
I didn't go to school because my mind was filled with thoughts of my husband and the words he spoke to me last night. As much as I tried to, I couldn't forget the bite of those words. I stared into space as I tried not to think of it, but each minute, my mind kept on repeating those words as if it were trying to remind me of what a douche my husband is.I checked my phone as if I were expecting a call from him. But there was nothing. He didn't so much as send a message to me. I rolled on the bed and would have continued to think had it not been for my baby that decided it was time to eat. I slowly rose from the bed and walked out of my room, to get breakfast.“Aunt Star, your nephew wants to eat,” I cheerfully said when I entered the kitchen. Both Nikki and Star turned to look at me with puzzled expressions on their faces. The way they stared at me made it seem like they were wondering what was going on with me. “You're acting rather strange, Jewel. Could it be the pregnancy?” Sta