The admission was blunt, so plain and painfully laid out. Almost as if he wasn’t happy with the truth of the words, but said them all the same. And he stared at me. His discomfort radiates and I can see it in his eyes.
I started back, baffled and unable to form a single word to his declaration. Cause’ I need to think it through and weigh everything.
He didn’t love me.
He didn’t trust me.
He easily believed the absolute worse about me.
And he is willing and easy to accept that my child is his just like that, but in his mind, I slept with someone.
But... he wanted to marry me.
I can’t help to laugh.
It was a hysterical, shrill, unpleasant sound.
Alejandro’s eyes narrowed. “That wasn’t exactly the response that I was expecting for.”
My eyes widened. “What? Was that a proposal?”
I can’t help to swallow the laughter cause this time he was wearing an extremely dark, agitated look.
He gripped th
“Will you sleep with me tonight, Cameron?” My eyes widened, and my heart was about to explode. What is happening to him? “Fuck!” Alejandro cursed. “That came out completely wrong. What I mean is. Actually, sleep, sleep. Just sleeping together in a same bed. I’d like to hold you again. Nothing more, nothing less. Just allow me to hold you again.” The idea of lying in his arms, that I can snuggle into his body and tangling my legs with his… It was so interesting that I suddenly wanted it more than my next breath. I took a deep breath and nodded. Just sleeping no monkey business. He reached over, took my hand and he simply hold it, our fingers entwined tightly. And he leaned back and positioned himself up on his elbow at an angle and then pulled me so I could rest against his chest. We remained that way until some workers came out to light the torches along the beach as dusk deepened and the stars began to pop in the sky.
That didn’t sound like the Alejandro I knew. He was the kind of man who always planned everything to the nth degree. He had schedules, lists, planners, calendars. Alejandro not only worried about tomorrow, but the next year as well. Alejandro led me into his bedroom and motioned me to get into his bed. He hung back, maybe out of deference to me, with obvious unease. I took a deep breath, and I crawled beneath the covers and turned so I’d face away from him when he got in. The bed dipped behind me, and I felt his warmth as soon as he slid beneath the covers. Alejandro moved about for a few seconds and then the next thing I knew, I can feel his breath against my back. Alejandro wrapped one arm over
I can't help to close my eyes. My fingers curled into a tight ball, gathering the sheets and then releasing them once more as my body flew in about a dozen directions. It was intense. It was wonderful. It was beautiful. Something inside of me shattered—or it felt like it. Wave after wave of sharp pleasure rolled over me with rigid intensity. I was panting softly, my breath squeezing from my lungs that feeling when you're robbed of air. My hips lifted rhythmically off the mattress as he nuzzled me down from my orgasm. When I gathered my senses and looked down, he was staring at me, satisfaction burning brightly in his gold eyes. There was a fierceness there that made me shiver as if he was sending a silent message. You are mine. Both his hands cupped underneath my legs, and then he raised himself up. He pushed back enough that it completely exposed me to him and then reached between them to position himself at my opening. I gasp
Her smile. Her brilliant smile and I felt a raging emotion that run all the way to my soul. Her eyes lit up and sparkled and I felt as if it had handed me the world in the palm of her hand. Damn! If that was all it took to make her smile like that, I’d gladly tell her every hour, every minute, and every single day how gorgeous she was. Cause’ she is. Cameron reached for my hands, laced her fingers in mine, and then used my hands for leverage as she raised her hips just enough so I could easily slide through her sweetness all over again. I’m lost in my breath again and I can’t help to escape a long hiss and then she slid down, and I feel the heat inside of me all over again. “Damn, woman, you really driving me crazy,” I muttered. Cameron smiled, clearly satisfied with my admission. And I savored the feel of her much smaller hands engulfed by my own. And we held on tightly as she began a slow, rhythmic ride. Our gaze lock
Cameron’s “She doesn’t know how to give up, does she?” I murmured as I watched Emma approach our table, unfortunately again. And this time I won’t let her ruin my date night with Alejandro. Once is enough I'm not stupid if I let her insult me again. Alejandro looked up and I can see that he can’t help to heave a sigh, and I am extremely irritated right now. Why Emma always interrupts us. I didn’t know that she has always a free time pestering us. I believe this is our first time spending together us a lover that’s why I want us to be alone. After a morning and most of the afternoon in bed, Alejandro and I decided that we had to venture out for our dinner and now Emma is here, circling like a hawk waiting for her prey and I won’t her get what she wants. I also have a claw, but I know where to use it. I wisely choose my battle. I wasn’t jealous. Honestly, Emma wasn’t Alejandro’s type of woman, though I supposed his type could have changed
“Let me see your feet,” Alejandro said as he lowered himself onto the couch next to me. He reached down and took my feet and maneuvered them until my feet rested on his lap. He examines them with the precision of a physician, testing for swelling. Then he settled for a gentle massage until all that I felt was a pleasure. “They’re looked better. The swelling’s down quite a bit.” He paused for a moment, his hand still moving over my archers, and stared at me. “You look better, mi amor.” “Thanks, Doc. After staying here for a couple of days, I think I’m starting to feel okay. And the beach, oh, I’m starting to realize the healing property of the sea it was a big and it helped me. Damn! I wish I discovered that earlier and spent time with Lena in Boracay.” I said in amusement. Alejandro looked serious when I said that. “You looked… damn tired and worn down when I found you in the Philippines.” “I was,” I admitted. “But I’d rather not talk about it
Alejandro was carrying me as if I’m just a light sack of bag, and when we enter his room, he let me seat on the bed. And I can’t take my eyes off him when his pants drop on the floor and he was now proudly standing at the foot of the bed with his boxers only. “I feel hot wearing my pants on,” Alejandro said while laughing at my reactions. “Hope you don’t mind.” And now he removed his shirts. My throat went dry when I saw his well-defined body with his proud eight pack and V-line. “I… I don’t mind at all.” My eyes were still on his proud glory. I forced my gaze to look back at his face, not on that disturbing thing in his c
“After our getaway, I will bring you to my house. I need to fix something and you’ll be coming with me. I don’t trust you if I’ll leave you alone here.” He said it while hugging me and he keeps on kissing my lips. I want to protest, but he suddenly kisses my lips if I wanted to open my mouth and speak. And at the end of our conversation slash unlimited kissing. I didn’t say a word. That’s the exact words Alejandro said to me and now here we are inside his car. I should say no, right? Because there weren’t enough words to explain how much I dreaded getting on the plane and fly back to the Philippines to escape and stay away from Alejandro. But the past few days had a dreamlike quality experience that I had with him. A memory worth keeping as if I was inside my dream. We
I squashed the flash of sympathy I felt for him. It might explain why, but it did not begin to excuse the way he had used me. “It is in the cards, though uncertain as yet. You sound surprise to me?” “I am.” Not as surprised as I had been when I had learned that the couple who had seemed a perfect match on every level were breaking up. Until the moment that the divorce had been announced, I had expected a dramatic reconciliation, but the Sancho divorce, like the break-up. Had been low key and bizarrely amicable based on what they called a mutual decision. But had that mutual, civilized, still-good-friend
Preston’s I am not following this instinct that had taken an enormous chunk of my willpower, but the effort had faded into irrelevance beside the will power I had needed to tap into just to stop myself from taking Beatrice in my arms to comfort her. Just the sight of her standing there, white-faced and shaking, looking so vulnerable and fragile, had awoken every protective instinct I had and some new ones. While she had struggled not to cry, I had struggled to keep my distance. I hadn’t allowed myself to even touch her. I just couldn’t. if I had known it wouldn’t have stopped at comforting her. I
My brows lifted. “What are you talking about now? Cheated…?” I asked irritably. “You are not making any sense.” Her face scrunched in an effort to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. She lifted her chin and blinked hard. “Well, so sorry,” she drawled, “if I’ve lost my edge of clinical objectively, but I’ve never been in this situation before.” “And you think I have?” “Yes, I get it. You don’t need to spell it out.” She had been slow, but the penny had finally dropped. She knew why I was acting this way. “You th
“Was I drunk?” My simmering hostility in my manner as much as abrupt question made Beatrice blink numerous times. “What?” My eyes flashed. “Was I forcing myself on you? Por Dios, no, I was not!” “But, I never—” “So, at what point did I become a bad guy?” I demanded, cutting across her. “I never—” “The fact is, you were lucky enough that I was there, but you are too stubborn to admit it! You ar
But having it spelled out to me by Brian was a different matter. “I will never tie my hair back again,” I declared, striving for ironic mockery and delivering instead something a lot closer to frenzied panic, possibly because of the husky addition of, “because I live to please you,” and that statement was uncomfortably close to the truth. “Are you going to tell me now what I’ve done to upset you?” The quiet words sent a fresh flash of anger through me. “Let me think…” I said, adopting a mystified expression as I pressed a finger to the suggestion of a cleft in my firm, rounded chin. “Could it be something to do with the fact I don’t much like being used? How do you think would I feel having my br
Preston’s I had just filled the second champagne flute and was preparing to carry them into the bathroom with me when I heard the door open. I turned, glasses in hand, as Beatrice walked into the room, phone pressed to her ear. I noticed that she was not smiling. A man did not have to be particularly intuitive to see that Beatrice was not happy. I wondered what had occurred in the few minutes that we had been apart to account for her change of mood, but only in passing—my attention was focused on admiring how sinfully sexy she looked in a pink bra and a minuscule pair of matching silk sorts trimmed with lace. My throat was dry, my body hardened in lustful appreciation. I watched her advance. Each angry step makes her breast jiggle gently u
If this is just a dream, I am going to stay dreaming. “I am quite hungry,” I admitted. A sweet smile plastered on my face. “I love watching you eat,” he said when I was allowing myself to be tempted by another piece of cheese. “You do it with such…relish.” “You mean I am greedy.” “So am I every time I look at you.” “I feel so guilty.” I saw the flash of annoyance cross his face and added quickly, “Not about the food or the sex, but it’s a weekday and I haven’t done a scrap of work. It&r
My brows lifted. “What are you talking about now? Cheated…?” I asked irritably. “You are not making any sense.” Her face scrunched in an effort to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. She lifted her chin and blinked hard. “Well, so sorry,” she drawled, “if I’ve lost my edge of clinical objectively, but I’ve never been in this situation before.” “And you think I have?” “Yes, I get it. You don’t need to spell it out.” She had been slow, but the penny had finally dropped. She knew why I was acting this way. “You th
His stare make me shiver and then I cried out loud when without a warning he pressed his face against my breast, my back arched as his tongue began to whip slowly across the peaks of my breasts, that still painfully sensitive from our recent intense lovemaking. When he loosed my hands to cup one quivering peak I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, pushing through the ebony strands still damp from our recent exertions to cradle his skull and hold him against me. My hands stayed in his hair when he lifted his head and grinned down at me. "Also there is no point trying to hide from me in a bed this small." The bed was vast but I let it pass. "I wasn't trying to hide," I protested. He arched an ironic brow, making my eyes slide guilty from his. "I was cold." "Cold?" Preston laid his hand possessively on the soft feminine curve