‘Say something', my mind urged me as we burst out of the alley between buildings unto a narrow street that was devoid of people.Still I huddled into hoodie, ‘wouldn’t want anyone to see Simon Valero pulling my hand'.As the though hits me, just thinking of the headlines it would make had me trying to snatch my hand away from the vice like grip, it does nothing, only causing him to glance at me, lips pursed and nose flaring impatiently, He tsked and glanced forward, continuing in his forceful pulling, my face heated and it felt like he was chiding a little child.He stops pulling, hand still on my hand and the temporary relaxation of the strength with which he hakd it had me wrenching my hand forcefully from his.My eyes glanced at the car with tinted windows he gestured for me to get in.‘I would like an explanation', I fold my arms across my chest and the arms of my hoodie bulged out, inflating in the process.He looks at me with that impatient look again, opening the car door an
Chapter 39 Heat pulled to my cheeks again and I was certain he saw them from the bright light in the hallway, ‘Would you like me to accompany you', dark eyes fix me with a soft look, ‘Hmm', coherent words flee and I fumble for words through the hold that he had me in. His finger kept sliding across the inside of my wrist in a circular motion and I hoped he wasn’t able to feel the blood pounding through my veins from how fixated he was on my pulse point. I blink once, twice and take two steps back and pull my hand free, my wrist suddenly feeling cold from the absence of his touch, I avert my eyes from his and try to make meaning of his statement. Shaking my head in an attempt to clear my head, my eyes catch on the disappointment that registers in his eyes for a brief moment, ‘I'll let Miss Debra know that I assigned you a task.’ Seconds pass before I nod my head in understanding, ‘Thanks’, even though I couldn’t hope to fathom the meaning behind his words,
Amused brown eyes peer at me and I fold my arms in mock anger suppressing the smile forming on my lips. ‘So you have time now right’, I couldn’t hold it back, a smile splits my face in two as seeing his familiar smile brought relief from my thoughts. When he keeps looking at me with his eyebrows raised I wave his question away, ‘Don't worry, I’m not murdering anyone just yet’, ‘Your hair', he points at my hair with his chin, ‘you let it down', ‘My hair band got lost in transition', I smoothen down my hair self conscious, ‘You look good', his eyes turn serious, ‘Thank you', I smile at the compliment. ‘No really, you look beautiful', an unreadable look stays fixed in his eyes, ‘Uhh, thanks?’, I feel a little confused as his fingers twitch on his desk over and over. Seconds pass then he shakes his head and folds his palms together, blinking a smile onto his face. ‘You don’t even show up like this on weekends', he draws closer to me eyeing the people around
Glancing around the empty hall left apprehension crawling through me, I felt stupid remembering that I had no key card so getting through the secured door would be impossible.It left me with a choice between walking through the crowd of hungry reporters, or walking all the way to Simon’s office.The later was almost as nerve racking as the first, it was as if every time I developed a way of dealing with the tumultuous feelings that plagued me around Simon, he discovered a new way of stirring said feelings.Shifting to a soft side seemed like his new method, a side I never saw in our marriage.‘Was he worried about me?', the thought plagued me, putting my head on a rollercoaster.‘Why was he worried about me?', I tried to make meaning of his behavior, the way his eyes crinkled at the sides and the way his eyebrows furrowed with worry.He didn’t show up when reporters came for me all those years ago, talk less of show a reaction, talk less of worry about me.‘So why, why now', t
Black eyes shine in the dark office, staring at meAn unblinking gaze at first, drawing me in, leaving me stuck, in a place between hatred and longing, fear and awe.‘I should get up, get as far away from his gaze as possible', the thought strikes, spurring me into action yet it felt like the cold from the floor had seeped into my bones leaving me frozen in my squated position,My legs ached from being in one position for a long time but I stayed still not wanting to break thw le moment as he stared at me, his eyes squinting a little bit, like someone confused.He blinked once, twice his eyes staying close a little longer the second time.Removing his hand from where they were squashed under his cheek, he wiggles them, trying to get blood flowing.His next action has me flying out of my trance like state, warm fingers brush my face and swipe across my cheek,Where his gaze had a freezing effect, his touch had the opposite leaving me springing up from my squatted position and pu
Getting to work bright and early was kind of hard as my eyes close and open with the feeling of frustration starpping me to my bed,The unanswered question was still on my mind and I kept turning back and forth in bed, my eyes shut tightly.‘Waaaakkkkee uuuuppp', a shrill, siren like voice rings in my ear,‘Christ, Ajax', my brain startles out of its muddled state‘Were aarrree laaaatee', he punctuates each word, his jarring voice spurring me into action,‘I’m up, I’m up', I jump from the bed, tripping and landing on my butt as my legs get tangled in m blanket that had knotted from my back and forth movement on my bed,A giggle escapes his mouth and I mock glare at his snickering faceHe shows me his tongue and bounds out of my room, still giggling as he goes,A smile finds my face at his retreat, I felt significantly better than I had when I woke.My little sunshine, he just had a way of making everything better, I wrestle myself out of the knotted blanket and get ready for
The click clack of my heels follow me with every angry footstep I take to the elevatoe Anger worked my jaw in a grind and tightened my shoulders in a knot, ‘How could he', anger rolls off me in waves as I head back to my department. On second thoughts I change direction to the rooftop ‘I wouldn’t want anyone to add toghe swirling mess inside of me' Breathing in through my nostrils and ou of my mouth, I try to calm the brewing tempest inside of me ‘This was nothing short of threatening me with my life', a life I was doing a terrific job of protecting. Arriving at the rooftop, the fresh morning breeze does nothing to calm my beating heart and my mind keeps dwelling on Simon ‘Just yesterday I thought he worried about me', I run my hand through and the pins holding my bun together come clattering to the floor. The pins strewn haphazardly across the floor made everything worse and I breath out through clenched teeth Strands of my hair fall onto my face, blown astray by the morning
Simon’s POVHer eyes sparkled as I enveloped her palm in mineRough palms that were inc soft was a testament of her struggles since our divorce and I suppressed the urge to run the pad of my thumb across the back of her hand in comfort She kept a tight grip on my hand not willing to be the first to let go as she stared at me with something akin to anger.‘At least we had come to somehig over a truce', I thought in relief reminded of his she ha walked in and slammed her hands on my desk, eyes blazing. Anger had rolled off he in waves and although I feigned calmness and serenity I was a bit surprisedStill, it was a welcome change from her smile of deciet or unresponsiveness, I thought it good that my actions had this kind of effect on her.After a bout of staring and exchanging determined gazes, I drop her hand watching as he lips stretch up into a small smile,‘Fine, I’ll let her have this', the thought comes to me as I see triumph light up in the corners of her eyes and her g
For a moment I considered coming clean, telling him the truth of a son he never knew about, but the fear in my heart was stronger,So I chew slowly, bidding my time to formulate something believable, something that wouldn’t allow the serious expression his face had taken into something darker.I tried to formulate something that would allow me to keep this warm bubble we had built around ourselves,A bubble I was not keen on letting go off so soon.My head was a mess, strung between telling the truth and fumbling for lies,I had thought I was over this, relief had filled me when I found that he didn’t hear Ajax’s name fro Lisa's lips.I finish chewing and keep the smile on my face, deciding on the easy way out,‘He’s no one you should be bothered about', it was hard, dismissing my son as someone unimportant, yet it was easier than risking him taking Ajax away from me.I hoped it would be enough for him, my reassurance would be enough to quell questions he was suddenly keen on
Relief floods my insides and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in as the bell jangled, signifying their exit.‘I’ll be back in a minute', standing up, I head to the table they just left, clearing the pile of coloring books and crayons.Head chef had been so nice, allowing Ajax and Lisa in the restaurant for as long as they liked, but it won’t be fair to hog a table after they were gone, so I clear them up heading to the back room and placing them with Bella's things.I catch a glance of Cathy’s befuddled expression as I enter, knowing she would have pelted me with questions if she wasn’t attending to a customer.Stepping out, she’s done and I take a deep breath waiting for the maelstrom to begin.‘That’s Simon Valero right, theee Simon Valero', she draws closer to me and I stare, patiently nodding as she fires,‘Only son and child of Alicia Valero?, heir to SM group Simon Valero?’, her voice pitches with the last question and I finally use my words.‘Yeees', ‘To
‘You know you have to stop looking at the door whenever a customer walks in, you’re no longer a waitress', the sound of Bella's voice trickles to me, sounding at the back of my mind,Her statement was inconsequential in comparison with the drop of my heart to the pit of my stomach, the look of horror making a home on my face‘You're a…..’, she trails off as she follows my line of sight to the source of my predicament,‘Uh oh!’, she exclaims,Simon had walked in and was currently looking about the restaurant, a relaxed air about himI drop my head between my hands, hiding behind my hair, hoping he hadn’t seen me.‘That’s very fruitless, he has seen you already', I glance up again and my eyes meet eyes that lights up immediately they meet mine.‘What in the world is he doing here?’, I whisper yell, asking Bella and she shrugs,I quickly smoothen out my face, wipe horror off it as I face a smiling Simon sashaying towards me.My eyes turn towards the corner where Ajax and Lisa we
My eyes blur, my view of the clouds rolling by dimming,‘Simon!!’, I cry out his name, my abdomen and butt clenching as my orgasm trickles down my thighs, dripping unto the sheets beneath me when he finishes,He comes up to place a kiss on my lips and I taste my juices on his mouth.He drops beside me pulling me to him and for a while I could do nothing, only be pliant as he entwines our limbs together, I could only work on evening my breathing past the feeling of satiety engulfing me.Simon drags my head to his chest, wrapping his hands around me and I descend from the clouds to the feeling of Simon stroking my hair repeatedly.‘That was…’, I trail off, searching for the right word to use as I look up to see Simon smiling at me‘That was amazing', my voice pitches as I finally decide on the word and I rest my head on his chest again,‘I know', pride fills his tone, voice cocky,‘No need to gloat about it', I slap his chest as I speak, lifting myself up with my other hand, t
Then it stops, again, the chords dying out when those hands, those slender fingers turn in a different direction from me,The furnace raging seconds earlier dies out when his hands get folded across the back of his head and he lays down.That smirk is still on his lips as he lies, adjusting himself downward to make sure his head stays on the white blanket,Disappointment courses through me, annoying coolness replacing the fire in my veins.My lips purses, a pout taking over from disappointment, then I even it out immediately, my earlier boldness dying out.‘The sun would hurt your eyes', I blurt out, trying to hide my disappointment, trying to turn his mind elsewhere,He must have noticed it because a smile lifts his face and fills his eyes,He unfolds one hand and he pats whiteness beside him, not minding my statement, inviting me to join him on the ground.He motions with his eyes, patting the blanket beside him and it suddenly looked so enticing,Despite the fact that the
Simon returns empty handed and by then my stomach had protested loudly over and over, ‘Where’s the food’, I attack him as he enters not even waiting for him to speak. ‘It’s in the living room', my mouth rounds as he replies me with a slight smile on his face, He stoops down and picks up his pants and my eyes stay on him as he slides black fabric up thick thighs, his leg tenses as he raises each one, my eyes zeroing in on the bunched up muscles on each thigh. Adjusting it around his waist, he slides up the zipper, gaze turning to me and my face burns, embarrassment taking over, hoping he didn’t catch me ogling him, ‘If we stay here, we won’t be doing much eating', his eyes rake across my frame slowly as he zips up, from my legs upward stopping at my eyes, hungry look in them. I swallow and focus on the hunger in my stomach heading for the door, I stop at the door when I see him walk towards the bed, pulling the covers from it and folding it into his hands, ‘What are you
Watching him exit I stand up drag my panties up my thighs, I search for my lacey bra around the room but come up short, so I settle for sitting on the bed and waiting for Simon the blanket drawn up to my chest.While waiting I find I’m still in awe of the events of the last hours,‘Just yesterday I was worried about Sarah coming back into Simon's life, got drunk on my anxiety even, and now he confessed feelings to me', I was in awe but still it felt so strange,All this years of wishing and it finally came to pass but my mind is unsettled,‘What if this was a dream, a fragment of my imagination, wishful thinking bleeding onto reality', a sigh exits my lips,‘What if I wake up suddenly and find that I was dreaming all this while'‘What if I woke up and discover that none of it happened'‘What if Simon didn’t confess feelings for me, if he didn’t say he wanted to spend his life with me, he didn’t make love to me and call out my name while sending shock waves of ecstasy rippling t
My eyes flutter open, looking around the dimly lit room,In our passion induced haze, we didn’t even turn on the lights,The only source of light was the one streaming across the dark blinds whenever they fluttered open.Over the past hours Simon and I had alternated between love making and drifting off to sleep when spent,My back side was pressed flush against him as he slept, his hand across my waist and his soft breaths against the back of my neck,We were both very naked under white cotton covers and my body still tingled from the past hours of passion my skin clammy against his heated own.My eyes flick about the room noticing the absence of furniture here also, the only thing in the large room was the bed and another cloth covered furniture.From the size of the bed, it would be Simon's room and my eyes rake across the dark walls and white tiled floor,I look up and see there's also a chandelier but not as magnificent in size and beauty, The dull lightening makes it difficult
At first he stills, stuck in the moment of torture then the next second he hand wraps around my waist like a vice fitting my body against his like a glove,My head tilts further as he kisses me with ferocity,His lips are soft as he drags mine to his mouth, sucking on it like someone starved,Taking his upper lips into my mouth, I suck with equal passion, I work my tongue into his mouth and when he sucks on it delicious tingles spread down to the base of my spine, He plunges his into mine, and all the heat in my body pulls to my stomach, I drag my hands across the broad and tensed muscles in his back, anchoring myself to himHis tongue teases, brushing then sliding against mine and my back arches, my chest pressing against his,Hands sliding across my back, his fingers come to rest against the soft skin of my waist, playing against the hem of my dress shirt,My skin prickles at the point where his fingers brushes bare skin where my shirt had ridded up and heat pulls between my legs