Claire The weight of his question hung like a bat in the air, the room growing smaller. I could see the tempest of anger and confusion brew in his eyes, making it darker than usual and leaving me unnecessarily exposed.I clutched the hospital mattress for dear life as I tried to maintain his stare.Why was he asking when he knew everything? Did he want to trap me by hearing the testimony directly from me? I shuddered in fear, growing small from his dark glare."Do you know her?" I asked, cringing at my stupidity. Of course he'd know her. Hadn't mom already informed me of how the marriage was being held just because of that tiny knowledge?"Yes I do," he replied calmly but his gaze spoke the opposite. "She's a distant cousin of mine, who died out of her own recklessness, drunk-driving as usual and nearly killing her best friend too," he said. "The thought of her usually fills my heart with so much anger that I've always tried not to speak about her."What did I just hear? Confusion
Claire"Yes, oh, yes," I beamed with smiles, pushing out of the bed and stepping on Theodore's feet in the process. It didn't even bother me one bit that I could have stepped hard on him and that I should apologize.What mattered was the fact that my dream had come true and I was going to become Carlo's wife. The thought raced my heart with joy, my smile widening and comfort flooded through me.I inserted my fingers into the ring and then hugged him tightly, like my life depended on it. My joyful laughter renting the air, making the moment feel like a precious gift.I could feel my chin hurt from the wideness of my smile. Carlo had made my day. Turned it swiftly into joy. Theodore stood abruptly, flung the bouquet to the ground and stormed out, leaving a trail of petals behind him.I gave his exit a passing glance and then went back to being enveloped in Carlo's love that felt like a warm blanket on a cold night. I nozzled his nose, wishing I could kiss all the part of his body slowl
Giancarlo As I sat at the cafe with Lorenzo to try to schedule how the invitation card was to spread, my heart uplifted in joy. I felt butterflies wallow around my chest.It seemed like a dream that I was to get married to Claire in the next two days. I thought proudly at the incidents that had led to our meeting and I felt like a teenager in love.There was barely a moment where Claire's sparkling eyes of adoration did not come in my mind as a mental picture."What is it about her that makes my heart race," I thought, my body responding to the thought. Was it her smile, stubbornness or just her eyes?Or her soft voice that usually worked miracles between my legs?I couldn't tell so I just let it slide. I didn't need a reason to love her, never will. She was just the one my heart had chosen to spend my entire life with. Who was I to reject the wonderful arrangement?"Should we invite Theodore," Lorenzo asked, eyes reflecting his joviality. I smiled back at him, more because of the r
Claire"You can't possibly do that to your own child!!" I cried out in rage, wishing I could rip out her lips and plunge it into fire."A mother must do everything for her child to obey her," she shouted back. "You've constantly been disobeying and it's only fair everyone knows the truth isn't it?" Her eyes blazed with wickedness and I realized more vividly that I couldn't belong to this woman.I couldn't be her child and she couldn't be my mother. Not after all the embarrassment she had caused me and the constant comparison between me and Elizabeth."Mom, how would you feel seeing me in prison? Would you be happy?" Tears of frustration flowed down my cheeks filling me with a cold wave of sadness."The same way I would've if you had died instead of Emilia," her lips twisted into a kind of intensity that could only be associated with evil.My lips boiled with a loud sob as what she said, sunk into me, pushing me further into a depressed state."Elizabeth is the only one who deserves ou
Giancarlo My head felt like it was going to explode at anytime, banging with every breath that I took and making my stomach churn with a kind of pain that was rib-cracking.My head felt so light and hollow that, with the headache, I could feel an echo in my skull.My memory was as blank as a white board, I almost couldn't recall my name."What must have happened?" I wondered, my chest heaving faster than usual, forcing air out of my bewildered, open mouth.I tried to use the soft bed to soothe my pains but to no avail.If for anything, the pain tripled, making me wish that I could disappear or better still, get seperated from my body."What could have made my body ache this way?" I threw the question to my mind again, hoping some answers could slip out. Try as I may, no knowledge of the past hour nor day showed up. My memory stopped at a short end; when I had hugged and kissed Claire's earlobes after my proposal.I continued raking and scraping my brain, wincing like a wounded chicke
ClaireMy heart broke as his face grew ashen and his body trembled in grief. I didn't mean to hurt him but I just couldn't help it. He had hurt me so much that I began to think that he was in a competition with my mom to break my heart into pieces.Did he even realize what that video had done to me mentally, together with my mother's insensitive words? My heart pumped hard, vibrating my lips with the thought. Fury flowed like goosebumps in my skin and I was ready to say more hurtful words to him that would slice through him faster than a helicopter fan.If only he knew how much I had wanted to give up living and commit suicide. Could my heart ever heal from such a trauma? I wondered helplessly, wishing I had never met him."How could you do that to me?" My voice grew raspy as I spoke. His pale face and red eyes were putting my emotions into a great turmoil and I hated myself for reacting to it.Why should I feel for him, when he had been the one enjoying the sex?He looked up with t
GiancarloI felt like I had just been run down by a moving truck. I could not even feel body. All I felt was a constant nag in my chest. The nagging that came with a strong tightening in my throat, making me breathe through my mouth.How was I ever going to right the wrong? I clenched my fist, my jaw tightening as the elevator chimed open. The thought of not being able to do anything, filled my heart with a strong smell of dread as my hands froze while trying to dial Lorenzo's number.I decided against it, and handed the phone back to Claire. It was of no use bothering him. I should learn to face my problem as a man and stop depending too much. I cautioned myself, wishing strength to conquer into my tired soul.How had Sophia even gotten me naked? I wondered, trying to fish out memories from my aching head, but turning out blank. I tightly shut my eyes in frustration, trying to move into my head and pull out those hiding memories.Claire sniffed beside me before walking into the e
Giancarlo Lorenzo? It can't be. I muttered under my breath, asking to see the footage again. The footage was replayed and indeed, Lorenzo was the person shown. His broad shoulder and tall frame could not be mistaken even in the dark footage.The betrayal sliced through my chest, dicing my heart into two and restricting my lungs from functioning properly.How? Why? The questions pierced each half of my diced heart, filling it with as much peppery sensation as possible.Managing to control my breath and temper, I stepped out to meet Claire pacing up and down with a frown."You could have as well slept inside the room! Why didn't you inform me to bring a mattress?" She spat, looking like she would cut of my head any moment."I'm... I'm sorry," I stuttered the apology, still confused about what had happened and not knowing what to believe.She didn't respond to my apologies and just hissed and turned to leave. I held her back, battling with the decision to tell her, or not to tell her.
Giancarlo.I could read the fear in her eyes as I spoke about doggy. I knew she enjoyed doggy or had enjoyed the doggy that day so I was going to give it to her no matter what. Her satisfaction was my priority and I was more than ready to give her that.Whether I collapsed after or not wouldn't be a problem. "I'll just rise again," I tried to assure myself as I looked at her fear-stricken eyes, that were growing watery."It's fine, Claire. I won't collapse, I promise". I winked reassuringly at her, trying to uplift her spirit."We'll do it on the bed and you won't have to stand.” The fear reduced in her eyes but didn't disappear completely as she spoke, voice trembling and low.She wriggled her fingers nervously, kneeling on the bed and giving me a pleading look. "You'll take it easy, won't you?" She looked like she was going to cry as she pouted at me, hands pulling into a pleading position."Come on," my heart softened the more as her pink lips pouted and her blue-green eyes grew
Claire.I returned almost immediately, my urge burning hotter and my heart dancing in a flame of fiery passion, pulling my nipples upright again.I wanted to suck his dick so bad that my mouth ached and my tongue lolled out, falling helplessly over my lower lip.His dripping cum was so sexy to look at that I fought with little chance of winning, to resist the urge to grab his dick and lick them all up.His standing figure and dangling pink penis was hungry to be grasped, watching me with puppy eyes and begging me to give in to the tempting thought.I gave up on trying to fight my cravings and caved in, pushing all rational thoughts from my mind and letting the moment engulf my senses like smoke.I lifted myself in one blow and grabbed the slightly weak penis and pushed it into my mouth, pushing it deeper to the back of my tongue and bending my neck a little backwards.I began to suck the remaining cum that was dripping from his dick, savoring the taste wonderfully and wishing he had c
Claire.I squirted uncontrollably, legs vibrating like a freezing hen and some of the liquid pouring on his face, bathing him like a shampoo and staining his red cheeks with its milky color.To my surprise he licked them all up, tongue dangling outside in a seductive way that turned me on the more. He went down again, hands widening my legs the more for easier access and tongue flicking the topmost part of my vagina hungrily.He licked all of the squirt, taking time to lick most of them from my clitoris and breathing oxygen to cool it down. My head went back in satisfaction as the pleasure increased more than the last, slowly taking over my thinking faculty and pulling me closer to the brink of slipping out of consciousness.But he stopped, hands still pulling my legs apart and head raised, smiling at me with his lips and his eyes, some squirt dangling on his chin. “I love you,” he said with emotions sitting comfortably in his eyss. The words sent more shivers into my body, filling m
Claire.I didn't even know where it had all began, whether it had been from the hospital or from the cab we just alighted from. My mind was swimming in ecstasy, hands searching for places in Carlo's body to explore, brain blank but echoing with the feeling of his hands under my thighs, hot and promising and not the least deterred by the short I was putting on.My eyes danced with a merger of love and lust blinded by it so much that nothing else made sense nor mattered. I couldn't even remember anything but his presence beside me, domineering and sexy, making me feel more loved than I had ever felt in my entire life. How we had escaped the hospital was a wonder to me. All I remembered were his touches that tingled my skin with pleasures and that kept multiplying tenfolds with his fast moving fingers. My mind was dazzled with just the fire in his eyes, burning so fiercely that it was enough to roast a cow.We were already crashing into our room, mouth plunged in each other's and hand
Claire.I drew my fingers hastily from Theodore's arms, wincing at the pain that seared it. How could he have been so savage? Anger bristled in my chest and my head banged musically from the struggle.Carlo was already by my side, tending to it and casting sharp furious looks at Theodore with each bruise he found on my fingers. I could feel the electic-charged raw anger that flowed through both of them and could hear their laboured breathing. The tensed environment grew worse as they both clenched their fists at the same time, glaring hard at each other and pouring a truckload of carbon dioxide on me.I nudged Carlo to pull him out of the rage but he only noticed me flippantly.The last thing I wanted was for Carlo's name to be stained together with Theodore's. It didn't matter that it would portray him as a weak man. As long as it wasn't something suiable by law, I was okay with it. I averted my eyes to Mrs. Grayson and she was still staring at the camera in a gape, her face scarle
Giancarlo.My head reeled with so many obscene thought but the most prevalent was the thought of murder. My mind danced with another good idea, an answer to the reeling in my head. The idea of squeezing all the devilish wickedness in her soul untill she vomited them out and repented from her wickedness."Of course we're most grateful to you for adding yourself to the witness list," she added and I was certain I would lunge forward and bite her head off, ground it perfectly into dust and spit it out on Theodore.My lips quivered, moving up and down as I breathed rage in and out and my skin burned fierily with her confidence in telling me to watch as my fiancee married someone else. My intestines entangled with my kidney as the mocking smile she and Theodore shared did not waver one bit, enlarging the more as they saw anger simmering in me.Claire stirred and everyone turned to her, each person having his own intentions towards her. She looked like sleeping beauty awakening from her s
Giancarlo.The crawling car finally arrived at the hospital after two business days and I couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. More because my worries were to be satisfied than because of their tortoise speed. I thanked them for the ride with gritted teeth and hurried away. I recognized grandpa Ettore's security as two were just stepping out."Where's she?" I asked breathlessly, eyes scanning everywhere as if I would find her hanging around."VIP room 2," one of them replied and I rushed in, almost pushing a pregnant lady down. Let her be fine please! I begged under my breath as I navigated my way through the hospital, panting heavily like a dog. After much running, I finally got to the room.Grandpa and Lorenzo were in already alluding to the fact that the police van had taken more than a week to get me to the hospital. "She's fine," Lorenzo said after taking one look at me. "She just fainted from shock. She's sleeping now," he tried calming me but I wouldn't have it. I wen
Giancarlo.My heart ripped into two and hands trembled epileptically as Claire disappeared from the rail. Oh God, let it not be that she had fallen. Let it be that my eyes were failing me. My mind went wild with the fear and my nose suddenly found the oxygen around too suffocating. My brain thumped hard as the world spun continuously, stopping to remind me that time couldn't freeze.I rushed in a jiffy to the rail to see if something had happened, if she was peehaps suspended on air or if there would be some miracle, any trick that would stop her from falling.I looked down, eyes wary in search and blood flooding my face as I checked every angle. My mouth grew bitter and my teeth chattered with the ice cube of fear and panic making my mind reel with anxiety as I kept searching.I could barely breathe without feeling a ragging in my heart, pulling all the strings of emotions together and tying them to my ribcage. My hands clasped hard on the rail, as I continued the search, looking u
Claire.Even as the thought filled my head, I rebuked it almost immediately, hating myself for even thinking of it. There were so many things I wanted to do and dying had suddenly paled out of the list. Dying would mean that I would never feel the fire in my body whenever Carlo's palms grated my skin and that I had renounced the shivers that always ran pleasurably down my spine with just a light caress from him.It would mean that I would never see Carlo again and never accept his massive dick into my pussy that always grew wet whenever there was little problem to worry about and that I would have to cut short my future and everything at the young age of 25 even before I had married the love of my life!!!Certainly even if I had gone haywire I wouldn't be stupid enough to do it. Life was too short to kill myself.I kept eyeing the guards for them to back out, fear shearing my heart and numbing my mind from all other emotions as the wind blew dangerously at my hair, sending wisp flyin