I stepped out of the bathroom, the towel hanging loosely around my neck as I rubbed my damp hair. The cool air hit my skin, but my attention was quickly drawn to the figure sitting on the edge of the bed with her gaze fixed on me. It was Maya.At first, her mouth was wide open, taking in every inch of my body and I wondered if this was the first time she had ever seen a man in just a towel. But when she met my eyes, her attention snapped back to reality and she quickly lowered her head.Now, she looked a bit nervous, her hands fidgeting with the hem of the red nightgown she wore.Oh, fuck! Not this, Morgan.My fist clenched around the towel as I recognized the nightgown and I didn’t even need to be told as it was obvious that it didn’t belong to her.The night wear she was wearing was too tight, pressing against her body and she seemed to be struggling to breathe comfortably in it. If I could remember correctly, his red gown belonged to Ashley as I was the one who personally bought i
I pulled back immediately as I was completely stunned by her words. “Your first time?” I asked again, my voice barely a whisper as I wasn’t really sure if I had heard her right.Maya nodded her head gently, confirming my question and I could see her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Slowly, she turned under me and grabbed the duvet, trying to cover herself while I stared at her in disbelief, struggling to process her confession again and again.Virgins? In this day and age? I didn’t even meet Ashley as one so meeting her as one was quite a surprise. It seemed almost unreal. Fuck! Why are there so many innocent thing about her? She's really one rare girl.Now, I didn’t even know what to do as a part of me thought I should stop and back off from the innocent soul that was right in front of me and the other part of me really do want her.But I didn't think I could be gentle with her especially being her first time. I was sure this would create a bad memories for her, so I decided
~~~MAYA'S POV~~~~I stood in the grand hall with many faces all around me, each one was a testament to the power and influence of the Roderigo name. With a bright smile on my face with my hand rested lightly on my chest, I bowed my head slightly to another guest.Suddenly, I felt the presence of someome by my side and on turning, it was my mom, who also had a bright smile on her face. She wrapped her hamd around my arm, as we surveyed the room together."Congratulations, my dear," she said, her voice low and proud. “You've done well."“It's all thanks to you, Mother. And also father." I replied, not feeling any gratitude in my tone and she stopped at her track which also made me also but her hand was still wrapped around my arm.Then her gaze scanned the room, sweeping over the politicians, celebrities and business moguls who had flocked here to witness the joining of two powerful families in LA.“Maya," she began, her eyes scanning the crowd, "I want you to know that I've never regr
“ Congratulations Mrs Wells, you are two weeks pregnant.” The doctor’s words repeated played on my head as I headed out of the hospital. “Oh my God! Lance and I are having a baby, this is officially the best day ever!” I sequeled in happiness as it was so hard for me to believe that something this amazing could happen to me after everything that I had went through in my marriage with Lance. At the thought of Lance, a slight frown flashed across my face. Lance has been acting totally weird over the last couple of months. He’s getting distance, more angrier at me for making a slight mistake and even hit me few times. It's been four good years since I married Lance. I gave up him everything and abandoned so much for him but he gave me nothing except pain and despair. I knew Lance had always loved another woman; Ashely Miller, the woman who abandoned him. But with this child, I knew everything would change between us. Putting tthe test results on my bag, I walked down the hospita
I got out of my car and headed into the house, only for me to find both my mother-in-law, Laura, and sister-in-law, Morgan, at the entrance of the house with packed boxes. Seeing them like this, surprised me and at first, I actually thought they were traveling somewhere but with their dressing, it definitely doesn't look so. "Heading somewhere?" I asked with a bright smile on my face but Morgan only smirked at me as she replied me in a rude manner. “No, Maya. We’re not going anywhere. You are.” "What do you mean?” "Mom, she's a real drama queen. How can she act like everything's fine when Lance just served her divorce papers on a hot plate?" Morgan's said in a mocking tone that cut deep. What the fuck! They already know about everything? “Let's not say much. Just leave immediately.” My mother-in-law said with a dismissive hand in the air as Morgan continued making jest of me. The smile on my face faded immediately and my shoulders slumped. I really had no idea they already kn
I stumbled down the cold street with my clothes soaked from the rain. The rain had stopped but I couldn't but I was still feeling cold. As I walked down the street of LA, lost in my own misery, a man suddenly staggered into my path. He reeked of alcohol and he stared at me with his bloodshot eyes. "Hey there, pretty lady," he slurred and then grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him. I was shocked and scared at the same time. I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened on me and I could feel his hot and foul breath against my face. What the heck! "Let go of me," I tried to break free from his grasp but he refused to let go of me. Panic surged through me and without even thinking, I swung my fist and gave him a very hard punch in his face. My punch sent him to the ground immediately and began to scream in pain. But why was he clutching his stomach? I only punched his face, not his stomach. Wow, this dude was a real actor….. As I tried to move closer to him, I heard the so
After four long years of endurance and hardships, and at the end of the day, I still ended up divorced. Eight months ago, I thought I gained nothing from my marriage to Lance, but holding my daughter, Bella, in my arms made me realized that she was the blessing born from my pain. Bella yawned, opening her small toothless mouth and I smiled as her tiny hand gripped my finger. I remembered the labor vividly; the pain was far more intense than what my mom told me about. But what I was thankful for was that I gave birth to her successfully with no complications, and we were both healthy. The door opened, and Mom entered, carrying a tray of food. "How are you?" She asked, and I smiled. "She is fine," I replied, showing Bella to Mom but Mom immediately turned away, refusing to look at her. "I asked about you, not her," she said coldly. "But Mom, how long will you continue like this? This child also shares your blood but you and Dad treating her this way isn't fair," I lamented softly a
FIVE YEARS LATER "The flight will be landing in the next ten minutes," Bryan, my secretary, announced as he slightly bowed his head. Bella squealed in happiness as she heard that, "Oh yeah! We're almost there!" "Are you really that happy?" I asked. "Of course I am, Miss Ariel," she said cheerfully, and once again, my heart panged with pain as if it were being pricked with needles. This was how I always felt every time she called me ’Miss Ariel’ and It hurt so much to see my own daughter unable to call me 'mommy,” instead seeing her calling another woman 'mommy.' It was nothing but a raw punishment, as I felt as if I was being killed over and over again. "Miss Ariel, why are you crying? Are you sad?" Bella asked in a sad tone with her puppy eyes blinking up at me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I touched my face and that was when I realized that tears had unknowingly slipped down my face and I quickly masked it with a wide smile. "Of course not! It's just that my eyes get lik