His PresenceXYLON slowly approached me. Instead of running, or hiding or even moving, I was stuck from where I was, waiting for the next thing to happen.His sight did not disappear from my eyes. Those burning, dark, coffee-brown eyes were all over my deepest soul. He was holding his shirt in his hand while I could hardly breathe.There was less than an inch between us. I looked up to meet his gaze. I bit the inside of my lips. It took me everything I had to stay still. Waiting on his next move.I saw one side of his lips twitched. Oh, I want those stubbles in my hands."Softy," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "So, so softy..."I felt
RejectedI glanced at the clock, listening to the tick-tock sounds that matched the duration of my stay in this desolate place. Then a sudden realization hit me. Tomorrow is my wedding day, yet here I am, still waiting in this desolation, hoping against hope that Fiore would show up. I ran my hands over my face, haunted by unanswered questions. If only I could turn back time. If only Fiore were here, and we were both eagerly looking forward to tomorrow's event. If only Xylon hadn't deceived me.Sighing, I decided to momentarily set aside my worries. There was nothing more I could do. I couldn't reverse time. My gaze fell upon the closed black door—the entrance to Xylon's room. Something within me drew me towards it.The door was unlocked. As I entered, I found the room silent, and Xylon's belongings neatly arranged. In one corner, there stood a leaning guitar, a surprising discovery as I didn't know he could play. It must have been a decorative item.Pillows and blankets were tidily ar
Heavy RainI finished packing my belongings just before sunrise. My mind was filled with thoughts of Fiore's arrival. Today was supposed to be our wedding day, and I was certain he would come. I held onto the hope that he would extend his forgiving hands, pulling me away from the madness that consumed me.Despite the strange feelings that had emerged within me, I refused to let the three years I spent with Fiore go to waste. If I allowed these emotions to overpower me, I would be trapped, just as Xylon had warned. Thankfully, he had kept his promise not to touch me again. Yesterday, when he rejected me outright, I was not in my right mind.Xylon would never know that I had taken certain actions while showering last night. I would never admit to reading his damn book and following its explicit instructions.Damn it! It was exhilarating, yet I felt a sense of shame afterward. It infuriated me that I had followed his guidance after slapping him. Slapping him was my way of expressing my fr
Fast and HardXylon's tongue danced skillfully inside my mouth, and I couldn't resist running my hands through his soft hair, relishing the sensation. In his arms, my heart melted, and the troubles that had brought me to tears seemed to fade away.His kiss deepened, surpassing my expectations. It was passionate and greedy, consuming us both. I continued to hold onto his hair, gently massaging his scalp.I heard him growl as he bit my lower lip, his voice barely a whisper. "S-Softy..." Goosebumps erupted across my skin at his words, and I felt a surge of anticipation. "If you don't push me away or say no, then tightening your hold on me means one thing. So stop me now, while I still can..."But instead of stopping him, I pulled him even closer. I couldn't bear to lie to him any longer. He understood my desires, and tonight, I wanted to be his.The intensity of my longing intensified, and my mouth felt dry as I swallowed a lump in my throat. Emotions swelled within my chest as I finally
The ReturnI was roused from my slumber by the gentle sound of breath next to me. Turning my head slowly, I found Xylon's handsome face peacefully resting beside mine. His arm lay softly on my waist.A smile crept across my lips as I tried to find a reason to regret what had transpired between us. But instead of hatred or resentment towards Xylon, I felt a sense of peace. The animosity I once held towards him for deceiving me, for making me believe it was Fiore I had slept with, had dissipated. We had fallen asleep in each other's arms, still naked from the previous night's events.I took a moment to admire his features as he slumbered. The thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, sharp nose, and well-shaped lips that had brought me both pleasure and turmoil. His growing mustache and beard had tickled me, adding to the whirlwind of sensations. It struck me how handsome he looked, even in this vulnerable state. I couldn't help but wonder why I hadn't seen him in this light before.Gently slippin
Leaving HimTHE SKY was gloomy. The wind blew at my face and I felt the cold breeze of the morning. Fiore and I sat under a full-grown tree. He didn't let go of my hand."I know I told you we're done, Mir. You can't blame me if I managed to flee just like that and not understand. But those were all in the past now. Let's not go back to that day and forget everything."His explanations were repetitive. Why he left, why he came back. I should be the one explaining to him because I accidentally cheated on him. And it turned out to be real this time. I literally offered my body to his best friend last night."Please say something, Miranda. Aren't you glad I'm still accepting you, despite what you did? I'll still marry you even if you hooked u
A KnockAuntie Pat hugged me so tight. "Miranda, anak!""Auntie..." I closed my eyes as I hugged her back. I miss her."We're worried about why your wedding with Fiore was postponed. He said you got sick and was put to rest in the province he didn't even mention where. We've been calling you, but you're not answering your phone.”‘So I was sick?’ Fiore's statement was intended to divert their attention away from the truth.“How are you, Mir?" My Auntie's gaze hovered over my appearance and smiled. "You're still so beautiful, Miranda.""Thank you very much, Auntie." I, too, smil
Desperate"X-Xyle, no..." I almost begged. I want him to leave. I wanted him to go away. Because if he stays, I might betray Fiore again. Now that I'm in his arms once more."Tell me, Miranda. Does it not matter to you what happened between us?"I stared into his eyes. I saw rage, grief and passion all the same time. He held my arm tightly, and the heat coming from him seemed to consume me.‘Why is he asking me that question? Of course, it is something, damn it!’ It kept on coming back in my dreams. Even when I was awake, all I could see was his burning eyes adoring me. His lips were kissing me, and his calloused hands were touching every inch of my body. Every part of me was out of control, and I was losing my mind and my san