For the whole week, I’ve been bothered by Kiko’s visit. His words are like a warning ringing over and over into my ears and I’ve been insane to think that he meant no harm. Of course, Kiko will not visit me like that if he doesn’t know something.
I know him for long, long enough to know what is going inside of his head that’s why I did what I had to do. I told Major Sullivan to investigate Kiko, to investigate if he knows something to calm my mind. At first, he told me I am just feeling things but I am now sure whilst I am holding a picture of him in my hand.
The same night is printed at the side of the picture, it’s the night of the auction where Major Sullivan and I spend the night in some hotel outside of the city. It’s not a coincidence that he arrived there at the same time as us and it’s not either a coincidence that he checked in at the room beside us.
Thinking of him before makes me safe and protected but r
“ What are you doing inside of my house?!” I confronted Kiko as we strode our way into our living room but this man only smirked at my outburst like he find this scene rather entertaining.The bodyguards are trailing behind us but my mind is only thinking about Major Sullivan. The audacity of Kiko to just go inside of his room is nothing but a form of disrespect. How can he do that? Who permitted him that he can just do something like that in our house?Kiko gently sit on our couch and I wanted to wipe off the smirk on his face. “ Father told me to accompany you,” he mentioned and for a moment, I look at him with confusion.Father? But his father is dead!“ Sorry, your father rather. He wants me to go and check for you because apparently, aside from the prime minister, I was once his chosen man for the nation’s daughter,” he bragged and hell, I can just throw this pillow that I am holding directly at
I trembled. Life is shitting right in front of my face as I looked at my angry father. The president of the country in his respectable suit with his eyes throwing a dagger at his scandalous daughter. Now, it wasn’t just a scandal.It’s the truth. A truth that I don’t know how to cope with. I will tell my father about us, but this isn’t what I have planned. I thought to tell him in his calmest mood, but seeing him right now; I feared the future. I feared what he can do to me. To us.“ D-Dad—” I tried to reach for his hands and beg for forgiveness. To explain, but the disgusts and betrayal in his face makes me crumble down at my feet.Major Sullivan cleared his throat to speak up but Father only needed to look at him with the same disgusts and anger he shows me earlier.Kiko bowed down in front of my father. “ Mr. President,” he said in a faint tone. I looked at him, at his boldness to talk after he put
If only the sun didn’t try to peek into the hole in my window. If only it appeared to not invade my privacy. If only it did not try to disturb my most peaceful sleep, I will not consider to rose from my bed and find silent treatment from everyone.The president is at the dining table as he sips from his coffee and reads the daily newspaper. He didn’t even give me a slight glance as I assumed the seat beside him.“ Y-You’re not going to your office?” I asked in a shaky voice. Yesterday’s events made me terrified of him. Something in my heart yearned for acceptance. They say that everyone wanted for love to prosper but when things like this happen, they are the ones who cut the root of that love. I don’t know if I will be angry at my dad or if I have the right to be angry at him because, at the end of the day, it was me who chooses to hide everything from him.Major Sullivan is nowhere to be found and I saw u
“ Enjoying the view?” Major Sullivan chuckles as he caught me staring at him while driving. His one hand is in the steering wheel, navigating us into the location of our date. Although I have always thought he looked hot, this specific look of him makes me want to grip my jaw to prevent it from falling out of amusement.Was it because he is literally driving his own car? Or was it because he was wearing his soldier uniform? Don’t get me wrong. I have seen more than enough men in a soldier uniform because again, I am the president’s daughter but seeing him like this makes me want to enumerate what I fantasize about him.He chuckles when I didn’t even blink at his words. As bold as it may sound, I think I may be drooling over him right now. He looks so hot in his uniform. And I look so flushed as I admire him right now.Throughout the entire drive, Major Sullivan held my hand. He held it like he doesn’t want to loo
A breathless moan escaped my lips as I shuddered when I reached the peak of my orgasms. He thrust forward, and I let him because he deserves to come just as much as I did. He collapsed on top of me, full of sweat and heavy breathing. But the lust inside of me started to surge again.He groaned when I move and turn our bodies. The sight of me on top of him makes him shudder as I put my hands at his chiseled chest. The small hairy hair did justice for his hotness. I heard him groan as I lean forward and lick his nipple.“ Damn! You’re insatiable, aren’t you? Give me a minute,” he wheezes but that is not going to work. I don’t need a minute. I needed a fuck because what we didn’t satisfy what I am feeling inside.Ares groaned and as I put him inside of me, for the fourth time of this night. He didn’t have enough choice but to let me ride him and use his body for my pleasure. Use his body, that made me ride him
I sauntered into the hallways, the cream paint in the wall and the nude furniture. My blouse is hanging off my shoulders as I opened the door of my room and felt how I missed my bed. It’s not as grandeur as what I have in the mansion before but it is enough to accommodate my sleepless nights. Today, I had made a photoshoot for an international magazine. My schedule is full and my body is tired even so, I cannot find myself to fall asleep. It’s been always like this since that day that he left. I looked at my phone and realized that it is 10 in the evening. I wonder if the prime minister is still having free time for fucking. Ares and I became close or maybe, our body became close as he helped me cope up with the pain of him being gone. When I am in the bliss of ecstasy, my mind and heart cannot remember that I am still in pain of losing him. Cursing my father isn’t a solution anymore, it became unnecessary. I wonder if he still remembers what he did. He didn’
Some times I have thought about why the hell do I need to wear a dress if I will just go and eat my lunch? Then I remember that I am not just the president’s daughter but I already climbed the ladder and became one of the famous international model. What my life did made me turned into some sort of workaholic who views modelling not a form of rebellion but a habit to keep my mind off the things that I needed to think.One of those things are the shadow of Major Sullivan appearing outside of my house. What the hell, right? If I only know that he will appear magically and disappear instantly, I shouldn’t blink that time.Stupid. Even after wrecking me, there’s a part of me that wanted him to be real. For him to come home in my arms.Another stupidity is me coming into this restaurant and coming face to face to the man that I hate the most. His face resembles mine so I needed to gulp and looked away.Just like before, he was surrounded by h
“ Fuck, Amara. I’ve missed you,” Ares groans as soon as we get out of his car. The door of my house is still far away from this area but he cannot contain himself and I cannot either.What happened earlier made me angry. It made me in pain and I needed to blow off this steam before I lose and it takes over my body. Ares is there and he did his purpose in my life. A dick to ride every time that I’m too in pain to breathe. A worshipper who will make me forget how to breathe and just let him make me alive.This is cheating! The same voice whispered inside of my head, it’s the same voice that’s been haunting me ever since I started this relationship with the prime minister.Major Sullivan’s leaving me left me scar to patch so excuse me for using a dick to patch those scars. Besides, it’s not that too much compared to what he did.Words from my father circle around my mind. He’s right. I barely know Major S