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Trying to compose myself, I am gripping Marcov's arm. The two came to us while holding their own glasses of wine.“Hi,” she greeted me. I smiled without showing my teeth. I think she's playing nice to me, but she's scheming something inside her head. “Marcov, why don't you ask Lita to assist them? They might want to have some food. Lita’s pasta is the best,” I suggested. “Right. Lita, help Kalvis and Marga—"I elbowed him. I hate him calling that woman by the name he summed up last time. “I mean Margarette.”“Sure, Sir Marcov. Sir Kalvis, let us come this way.”I guess that Margarette noticed that I didn't want to see her in front of me. “She's not calling me maid anymore. Who told her that I am not a maid?”“Baby, she's trying to be nice.”“Are you siding with that woman? Well, they are not married yet. You can still jump in the middle and tell your son to give way and let you marry that woman,” I whispered. My blood is really boiling if I always see that Margarette. She insulted
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I didn't wait for the evening to end; I went home with my Mercedes. I never let Marcov stop me. Even to the butlers and maids, I didn't say goodbye to them. I answered Marcov's call when I sat on the couch in the living room of my unit. I stretched my back and looked at the ceiling.“How are you?”“I'm fine; don't worry about me. Have fun with them. I went home because I have my period. I need to rest because I've got dysmenorrhea.”“Okay, baby. Take a rest, okay? Merry Christmas again.”“Hmm. Yeah. Merry Christmas, M-Marcov.”I ended the call. I put the phone beside me. I was crying hard because of the feelings that were blending inside of me. I'm guilty of this, but at the same time, I am regretting that I ended what's going on between me and Kalvis.I sighed. My heart is torn apart. I don't know why I'm feeling this right now. The more I push him away, the more our memories linger in my head. The more I try to forget everything about us, the more I remember every detail of it. Y
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A few days passed, and Marcov was busy with the company and the wedding of Kalvis. Somehow, I am a bit composed now. I wasn't really thinking so deeply about the mistake I made against my boyfriend. Marcov brought me to the mansion since he isn't comfortable if I stay in the unit alone. I am trying to strive to get rid of my anxiety, and day after day, I feel like I have a beautiful reason to fight more, and it's Marcov. I went downstairs to find out what's going on downstairs since I heard people laughing. It's the butlers and the maids. As I was making my way down the staircase, they all looked at me with a genuine smile. I locked myself inside the room and only ate if Marcov was home. Now they seemed grateful for seeing me try to stand strong against this anxiety. “Miss Veronica, come here and let us have coffee together,” said Lita. “Thanks,” I said with a weak voice. They brewed me a cup of coffee. I touched Lita's hand that's placed on my shoulder. “Are you feeling alrigh
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I told her everything, including the mysterious person who sent me a bouquet of flowers and the secret sender of messages. “Because of those things, I became awful. I think about those happenings in my life, and that made me confined due to an anxiety attack.”“Do you still have the number of that person? Don't you think about what I have in mind? I think it's —”“Kalvis? I think it's not Kalvis, Mitch. I think it's someone in my past.”“What do you mean?”“I think that it's someone who's trying to blackmail me.” I hold tight to her arm. “Mitch, I am afraid. Before I went here, I felt alright. I feel like I am haunted by someone who has an interest that will only benefit itself.”“Who do you think it is? Chontel? Your aunt?”I shook my head. Honestly, I don't know who's behind that mystery bouquet and that text message. “I don't know, Mitch. I really don't know. That thing made me stuck in fear. What if someday that person will make the step to further destroy me on Marcov?”“That w
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I’m fixing Marcov’s schedule for next month. I am slowly getting composed. I had someone to lean on, and Mitch was that person. I don’t know if I should tell Marcov that someone is sending me flowers and someone is sending me messages. For now, I am listening to what Mitch's telling me. I put my trust in her and never move without her knowing it.I held my neck and massaged it gently. A few days have passed since I visited Mitch’s place. We have a secret agenda to find out the person who sends me flowers and sends me text messages. Marcov wasn’t in the office today, so I thought I’d go to Kalvis’ office. Margarette did not go with him to his office. I think it’s the perfect time to confront him. Mich is also right that it is possible that Kalvis is the person we are looking for. For now, he is also the only suspect we have. “Hi, Miss Veronica,” my fellow employees greeted me. “Hi,” I greeted them back. “What about another party, Miss Veronica? We are planning to have some fun agai
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He breathed deeply. He shook his head. “I am not that person. I didn't send you anything. I admit that I almost went crazy when you broke off our affair, but I didn't text you or send you flowers. Isn't it true that I told you that I tried to forget you? If I continue to do what you have been thinking about, I will not be able to move forward without forgetting you."I swallowed, and even though I was angry with him, I felt what he was saying was true. "Good then, Kalvis. I'm happy to know that you're not the one interfering with me and your daddy.”He came closer to me and touched my neck with his hand. I used to like it when he touched that part of my body. Now I hate it. What he and Chontel did entered my mind, and that made me want to throw up right in front of him.“What if I am that person? Would you like me to send you flowers? Should I text you and tell you I love you? Would you like me to do that?”I removed his hand. I lost my liking for him. He fucked the woman I hate the
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My heart almost cried because of the beauty of the place where he took me to date. This is one of the restaurants that is famous and the pride of the states. I blinked and felt my tears fall. He never failed to make me feel that I am complete, everytime that I am with him. He is making every pieces of me fall on its places. He held my cheek and immediately wiped my tears with his thumbs. “I didn't bring you here to cry, baby. I brought you here to make you happy and to make you feel that you are part of me."I shook my head while smiling and crying at the same time. I held his wrists. I don't know what impact I have on his life or why he treats me so well. "Can't I cry because I'm so happy, Marcov? I haven't experienced anything like this since then. You are the only one who made me feel special, and you think about my happiness and not your own interest."He came closer to me and bent down to kiss my forehead. I'm saying sorry to him by holding his hands tightly. I brought myself
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Every time he licked my skin, I was put in a glorious situation. I almost lost my mind because of the taste of what he was doing to me. I am totally naked now, and he is also not wearing a cover. In the middle of this restaurant, we make each other happy. We didn't think anyone could peek at us. I moved and left the table. I held his hand and made him sit on the chair. While he was leaning on the backrest, I situated myself on top of him. "Oooh."He moans when I rub the head of his dick against the skin of my womanhood. When I couldn't take it anymore, I gently inserted his dick into my hole. “Baby…”"Marcov..."We stared at each other while our organs were like people serving each other. It feels like heaven while I'm bouncing on top of him. I held his shoulders while I was dancing on his lap. His dick is thick, and it's fulfilling. We were both sweating. I think that we are about to explode because of our shortness of breath. “Ooooh! Aaaah! ”"Marcov, let's release our orgasm
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