C H R I S T O P H E R The house felt empty without Selena. She had left the house earlier, saying she was meeting a friend at the cafe where she used to work. I wanted to go with her, but she insisted that it was "girl stuff." I couldn't help but feel a bit lonely without her. The house seemed to echo with emptiness, and I couldn't help but wonder what Selena was doing and who she was meeting. Lying on the couch, a book covering my face, I couldn't find anything to do in the house. My little boy was upstairs, in his own world as he drew and painted in his sketchbook. The boredom was overwhelming, and the silence of the house was deafening. I closed my eyes, hoping to escape the monotony of the afternoon.That was until I heard distant footsteps.“Uncle,” Liam's tiny voice called out to me from upstairs, I flung my eyes open and tossed the book to the floor as I gently sat up on the couch.My gaze travelled up where the tiny voice was coming from, and I saw Liam rushing down the sta
P E D R OI reached out to pull a chair for Selena, offering her a seat with a polite smile. "Please, sit," I said. She took the seat, adjusting herself in it carefully. “Thank you.” she smiled, placing her purse on the table.I leaned forward and moved a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “What would you like to have with your coffee?” I whispered to her face, watching her face turn to a bright red.She cleared her throat and played with her nails. “Just coffee,” she said and I nodded once, leaving our table to get our coffee.There was no need to ask how she wanted her coffee - I knew that Selena liked hers black, with just a touch of sugar and a generous amount of milk. It was a small detail, but one that showed how well I knew her. As the barista prepared the coffee, I wondered if Selena would notice the little things I did to make her realise I never for once forgot about her.I walked back to our table and handed her coffee to her. With a mumbled “thank y
S E L E N A It seemed like the world had stopped spinning and everything went still. All I could hear at that moment was the beating of my own heart. As our lips locked. And his tongue fought for dominance.“Mmph.” a moan escaped my mouth as Pedro traced his finger on my arm. He had one hand pressed on my lower back, pulling my body to his, and another hand was on my arm, tracing an invisible line on my bare arm. Sending a jolt of electricity to my body.My head was screaming for me to stop the kiss, but my body seemed to not be cooperating with my head. My body wanted his touch. My body missed his touch, my body wanted him and of course, I wanted him too.“Baby,” Pedro moaned into my mouth, his hands dropped to either side of my waist. He gripped my ass and I gasped into his mouth.It felt like we were the only one in the world. My eyes were shut tight, so I couldn't care less about my surroundings.Pedro slid his hand under my shirt, moving his hand up to my back and stopped on my
S E L E N AOne thing I wasn't expecting to meet upon my return was Christopher, leaning against the door frame with a scowl on his face.“Hey?” I called out to him, grabbing his attention.He slowly raised his head to look in the direction where my voice was coming from. When our eyes met, I didn't want to admit but it seemed like the scowl deepened. He forced out a smile after watching me halt on my track, not attempting to move closer to him. “You’re back?” he asked, and I could swear there was anger in his tone.Nothing knowing if he was angry with me, or if he was just having a bad day. “Uhm,” I nodded, watching him closely.He peeled his back off the door frame and stood up straight. “How was it?” he asked, throwing his hand to his head to straighten his hair. “Did you enjoy your day with your friend?” he added, not looking at me.I didn't know how to reply. I would be damned if I say I didn't enjoy my day with Pedro, he was nothing but romantic throughout the drive. We even sh
P E D R O‘Please man, can you come over to my place? I think I'm losing my damn mind.’Roy’s tired grunt played over and over again in my head as I pulled over in his apartment.Honestly, I thought it was about my father and the sudden proposal of marrying Louisa. We hadn't heard from my father himself that he had partnered with Santos’, but we might be right since my father couldn't care less about the mother of his child. Since he could divorce his wife just for his business, I didn't think there was a thing my father could not do when it came to money and deals.“I just hope he hasn't pulled any trick yet because I swear, he would read dirty secrets of his company in the paper.” I gritted my teeth as I alighted from my car.Walking towards the house, I tried to shut down the thought of Selena and the heartfelt kiss that we shared and focus on the situation on the ground, but I couldn't. How could I not think of Selena when even the slightest thing about her brought a smile to my f
P E D R OI closed the door behind me and I wasn't so surprised to see Roy still pacing back and forth.“Hey?” I called out to him, walking towards him in the living room.Roy stopped pacing and turned to face me. His eyes were red and I assumed he must have been crying. Honestly, I felt sorry for the two of them, but I felt like the situation would have been avoided only if he had listened to his wife more, instead of being overly protective of her.“How’s she?” I rubbed his eyes and that when when I noticed the dark circles around his eyes. “How’s my wife?”“She’s okay. Everything has been settled.” I said, plunging into the seat.“God thank you!” Roy smiled and dropped to the couch next to him. “I was scared, brother.” he cried and I sat down there, watching him display whatever he wanted to display.“Thank you, Pedro, I honestly wouldn't have known what to do without you.” he wiped his eyes with his hand, staring at me with a glare of gratitude.“Stop glaring.” I groaned and threw
S E L E N A“I’m in front of your apartment. Come out.” the call dropped as soon as the person said.My grip on my phone tightened as I rushed up to the window and peered down at the blurry image of a man resting against a car outside the gate. My heart was pounding in my chest as I rushed out of my room and raced downstairs only to meet Christopher, taking a nap on the couch.As carefully as I could, I tiptoed to the front door and slowly opened the door so the sound wouldn't wake him up.Getting outside, the cold night breeze against my skin was what made me realise I was clad in just my nightwear. I sucked in a sharp breath as my phone started buzzing and I peeped at the caller ID to see that it was the same unsaved that called me out. “What the heck does this man want?” I groaned as I picked up the call and pressed it to my ear.I got to the gate and stretched my hand to open it. “Pedro, what do you want?” I half-yelled. “You. I want you.” he groaned out. I felt my breath hitch
S E L E N A*ding*The door unlocked with a click, and I was taken aback when I saw that he was still using the same passcode he had three years ago. I thought for sure he would have changed it by now, but apparently not.I stepped into his apartment, and the familiar scent of the place hit me like a wave. It was the same scent that I remembered from years ago, a unique combination of his cologne, his cooking, and the way he kept his home. It was like stepping back in time, and I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself and focus on the task at hand. But I couldn't help but feel a little sentimental, as the memories of the past came flooding back.“I've missed this smell so much,” I whispered, closing my eyes and spreading my arms as if to embrace the scent itself. It was sweet and nostalgic, and it felt like I was home again, even though I hadn't been here in years. I breathed in deeply, trying to capture every nuance of the scent, committ