“ Why are you crying?”
Instantly, I shoved the laptop into my bedside table and wipe the tears out of my cheeks. Ares, in his black tuxedo, is leaning on the doorway of my room whilst his eyes are fixated on the laptop.
Still trembling from what I saw, I rose from the bed and welcome him. His hands automatically snake into my waist, pulling me closer into his body.
“ W-Why are you here?” I asked, quivering and fighting to not cry in front of him. I don’t want him to know what I’m up to because that will unleash the fact that Major Sullivan shows up in front of my door.
Ares is still fixated on my laptop, but I tiptoed and kiss his cheeks. “ I thought you’re angry with me?” I asked once again, trying my best to divert his attention from the laptop to me.
He sighs and patted my butt before carrying me and walking to the bed. I felt the soft mattress against the back of my skin and his kisses trailing on my neck.
I don’t want this. I alre
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I don’t know what to do other than stare at my ceiling and process everything. It feels like the time is so slow and all the cells in my system are out of the energy it needed to make me understand what the hell happened.Oh damn. The image of the death certificate that I have seen made me tremble more than the fact that Ares nearly violated me.Who died? It can’t be him, right? It can’t be Corporal Neo Velasquez because the last time that I saw him, he was perfectly fine.But they did go into war. Oh shit. My eyes moist at thought of them going to the war and like pieces of puzzles coming together, a dark hunch comes knocking at the back of my mind.As I wrapped myself into that hunch, my heart is crushed into pieces. If he’s….if he’s truly dead….then…I gulped not able to continue my sentence. I cannot accept it so what I did is to do some chores to take my mind off things. After that, a cold sho
I regret nothing. I don’t regret going into the jog and relieving myself from all of the emotions that are going inside of my body. And certainly, I don’t regret anything. Not when I ushered Major Sullivan into my own bathroom and help him to bathe as he sulks in his thoughts. He felt too distant and fragile to touch. His body was like a fragile diamond that I am afraid to touch because I was too scared that I will break him into pieces. If he wasn’t like that yet.Right now, he was a man in his weakest state. A part of him that I haven’t seen even before he left me. A part of him that I don’t want to see again for I was afraid to lose him at this state. In his weakness, I wanted to be his strength but seeing him right now felt like something that I cannot hold on to for a while. I will cry to watch him like this.As I open the shower and watch the drizzle of the waterfall into his naked body, my heart hurts seeing him just stare at the ti
I was stunned.No, being stunned was an understatement about what I am feeling right now. The combination of having this anxiety, fear, and tension inside of my body incapacitates me to walk further along the concrete fence in front of me. To face what is inside that concrete fence is like a fearful event that is inevitable.Was I ready to meet Corporal Kleo? My heart is clenching remembering the death certificate of the other bodyguard who was sent to the war because of my relationship with Major Sullivan.He tried to touch me but I flinched. I can’t do this. I know that I can’t do this, but seeing the determination in his face makes me crumble in my selfishness. The fear envelopes my whole body but the determination in his face gave me the assurance that I needed right now.An encouraging smile flashed over his face as he stared at me. “Come here, Amara,” he mentioned as he reached over his hand to me.I didn&r
He’s pretty problematic and in denial of the pain as we both make ourselves comfortable on the couch, staring right at Corporal Kleo. The doctor gave us the heads up about his condition earlier and after that, silence dominates the both of us.I am still at the process of trying to wrap up things about him, things that he said, and those things that happened in the war. My father, the president, is a really cruel man but Major Sullivan is telling me things, but it felt like he is holding some information.As I poke through our conversation earlier, the images of them shielding each other in order to survive in a war make my mind ache at the possibilities. Then, there is Corporal Neo….Neo who fought hard to live for his sick mother but the fate didn’t favor him well. Major Sullivan is both right and wrong, the war is not his fault. I guess it's not his fault alone. Those blood are in our hands. And that mere thought made me want to crumb
**Part A**The dark orbs in his eyes are glimmering with an emotion that keeps on edging me from the past weeks. His breathing was too hot that I was afraid it would burn the skin on below my ears as he press his lips there. It was scorching hot and sinful to feel his body against mine.My eyes gaze over the room which he dragged me into. I would love to believe that it’s his own room because of the shade of royal blue appearing at every corner of this room and I was correct. My picture, portrait, plastered over the center of the bedroom gave the hint away.It didn’t take long, my gaze was snapped out of the facade of the place as he placed me back into the rough texture of the wood. My head felt so heavy as he lifted my chin using his fingers.“ There is no interruption now, madam,” he taunted, prowling towards my direction and sliding his lips over the sides of my jaw.I whimpered not because of how painful his hold is in
**Part B**His hold on my hair was too tight and demanding, tilting my head in his own control before he slides his wet tongue over the trajectory of my jaw. My heart is pulsating and undeniably aroused at everything, but I was annoyed that he was fully clothed. My arms tugged his clothes away but he only chuckles.“ No show for you,” he demanded causing me to growl in disappointment. Major Sullivan, however, did not disappoint as his kisses drifts lower to my neck until it reaches my blossom.His tongue smooths at the edge as if teasing me wasn’t enough but he wants to torture me, to punish me over something that I clearly want. His hands cupped down my thighs and I panted and groaned as I felt him teasing me there.I felt so wet and exposed. My body is betraying me as it responds to his touch. Another high pitch tone escaped from my lips as I felt him dripped his middle finger inside of me, swirling it in circles and attracting the gus
For the next days, I was fulfilled enough to be alone in my own room with the bits of memories from what Major Sullivan and I did in that room. Hot flames burned inside me as I remember those needy moans from him. Satisfied, yes, but I wasn’t contented. Not until I fully know that he is wholly mine. Like a teenager that are caught, we are disturbed by his men uttering some words that I cannot understand. Words that are enough for him to bid his goodbye and for me to be left alone in my own house again. I wonder what keeps him busy, he wasn’t in the military anymore and I doubt that he has a real job for the last time I checked, he was wanted.The president’s daughter fucked a wanted man waiting to rot in the jail, my silent giggles shut that voice inside of me as I think of the reaction of the nation from the predicament that I was in right now.The thing is, I don’t have anything to do. It felt like I was back from r
“Damn, that was hot. Smoke?”I rolled my eyes and playfully pinch Major Sullivan’s waist as I heard what he said. We just finished devouring each other like a mad animal inside of my room. My legs are splattered all over his abdomen while his back was leaning on my headboard. I was busy catching my breath and staring at the wall at the same time.Major Sullivan didn’t waste time as I saw him get his cigarette from my bedside table and lit it before placing the stick in between his lips.The first puffed of white-grey smoke makes me cringe.“Sanitize my room later,” I instructed because I don’t want the room to be covered his the smell of cigarettes and sex.Not the type to sleep and lay down on my bed. He chuckles as I felt his fingertips drawing circles over my toes. He curls his fingers just enough to outline the shape of my ankle.“ Noted ma’am,” he playfully said t