My heart almost stopped when pedro slammed the door shut behind, I was still caught up in his arms. I continuously sobbed out of my own weakness and a sheer tiredness of being caught with him. His body was rubbing against mine. I felt so frail, so weak. I hated how small he made me feel. “Let go of me! Put me down pedro!” I cried against his firm grasp, but Pedro was far stronger, and he wasn’t in the mood for tantrums. “Stop whining,” he snapped. Without any warning, he flung me onto the bed. My heart leaped as I flew through the air and my body bounced against the mattress, I let outa loud gasp, my eyes flinching and I looked up at him in shock. How did this man at his age, have so much strength to carry me? Pedro crossed his arms,“So you are literally not only stubborn but weigh like bags of rotten vegetables,” he taunted. Embarrassment washed over me as I tried to gather myself together. I scrambled to sit up, my hands trembling from fright, I thought I had bro
I stared at the bag, then back at him. “Where are we going?”Pedro leaned against the dresser, arms crossed. “You know I Don't like it when you question me right? It’s a couples’ gathering at the lounge.”I blinked my eyes to be sure I heard correctly. “A what?”“A couples’ gathering,” he repeated. “Now you are making me repeat myself, It’s an event for couples.” His voice was teasing and I hated it.Couple’s gatherings were supposed to be for actual, what was this man up to again?I scoffed. “And why do we need to be there?”“Because we’re married, why else? and I also want to have breakfast,” he said flatly. “Now, hurry up. I don’t like waiting.”I held the bag tighter. “You do realise we’re not a real couple, right?”Pedro’s lips formed an inverted ‘U’, narrowing his eyes at me. “Tell that to the world, my lovely wife. And hurry up before I decide to help you shower myself.”My stomach grasped at the suggestion, I would drown him in the tub, if I could. I grabbed my towel and stor
Pedro had not said a word to me all day and I feel being in his space so long has rubbed off on me differently, he always had something to say to me.After dodging his kiss at the hangout, it must have bruised his ego, I low key enjoyed it. But why did I feel a type of way? Something along the lines of, I shouldn’t have aired him like that.The silence between Pedro and me had lasted all day and I liked it.I liked the way it stretched like an invisible rope; tight, suffocating but refreshing as I got to pace and gather my thoughts together. But I must admit that this kind of silent treatment meant something was on the way, It wasn’t the kind of silence that brought peace—it was the kind that hinted at an approaching chaos. I was not sure I was ready for anything new, being here, doing this, was already an attack on my mental health.What I did not know was that by evening, what I feared may be the case for Pedro’s silence would strike.It was past five in the evening when Pedro c
I had not seen so much food in a long time.The dinner was spontaneous—too lavish for my liking. To me, less was more.I liked the warm feeling of the dim golden lighting on my skin, a long table set with cutleries next to each plate, and servers moving gracefully between guests. Everything screamed busy.I wished I could enjoy it.Among the couples was her. Natalia.Tall, blonde, and sculpted like a fitness goddess. She was the kind of woman who could wear a potato sack and still look stunning. She also had the kind of confidence that made other women shrink in her presence, except me though, I just liked her opinionatedness.All through the dinner Pedro acted like I wasn't there with him and it was absolutely fine as I’d rather listen to Natalie than have an exchange with him. I did not contribute to the conversation because I felt it was shallow, there were so many things to talk about at a dinner party, so why did it have to be a topic that most often time judged people on wha
AUTHOR’S POV (THIRD PERSON POV)Tessa pulled the thin shawl tighter around her shoulders as she made her way back toward the mansion. It had begun to rain all of a sudden.The wind howled in her ears causing her to wince, whipping against her wet clothes as the rain poured down mercilessly.Just moments ago, she had managed to slip out of the suffocating dinner Pedro had dragged her to, she prayed her humiliation would wash off with the rain and she still the raw feeling of embarrassment from his careless remarks about her weight. But now, rain seemed determined to make her suffer even more. She hated the rains but they were a better company than kiki-ing with the other couples.She could hear heavy footsteps behind her, splashing through the puddles. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Tessa! Wait!” Pedro’s voice was barely audible over the crashing thunder.She ignored him, quickening her steps despite the sandy ground beneath her.“Tessa, stop!”His voice was clo
Author’s POV (Third Person) Tessa sat stiffly in Pedro’s arms, listening to the wind whistle outside. The thunder rumbled again, but this time, it felt… distant. Less threatening. Or maybe it was because Pedro’s warmth dulled her fear. His arms were solid around her, his chest rising and falling steadily. She admitted how strangely she felt being comfortable in his arms. But right now, pressed against him, with the world outside experiencing a raging down pour, she could almost forget why. Pedro’s hand moved slightly, his fingers tracing slow circles on her back. The touch was absentminded, casual even, but it sent an unsettling warmth meandering through her stomach. “Better?” he asked softly. Tessa hesitated. “A little.” “You can admit when you need me, you know.” She scoffed, shifting slightly, but he didn’t let go still. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Pedro giggled. “You say that a lot.” “Because you always need to be reminded.” His grip on her waist tightened slightly
He actually got a mouthwash?A small laugh slipped out before I could stop it. I struggled as I gasped for air.If only knew that whatever I said last night was out of anger and not necessarily true, and as the good person that I am, I felt a type of way.I had said it just to hurt him—to wipe that smug look off his face.I never expected him to actually do something about it.My fingers snaked around one of the bottles, turning it over in my hands. Peppermint flavour. Extra strength. Typical Pedro—if he was going to fix a problem, he would fix it with the most expensive solution money could buy.A faint smile tugged at my lips, but I quickly wiped it away.I refused to find anything about him excting.He was still the same arrogant bastard who had trapped me into this marriage. The same man who humiliated me in front of strangers and paraded me around like some exconvict.I couldn’t forget that.I wouldn’t even if I tried..But the second I turned toward the door, I felt it—His eyes
Pedro’s POVI stood in the bathroom, my heart racing in my chest, I tried steadying my breath as they came in heavy, uneven gasps. That kiss was so good, I wished it did not stop.I could still feel the burning sensation of her slap on my cheek, no woman had dared to lift their hands at me, but rather than get angry for that slap, I notice a raging fire was burning between my legs.Her petite but fierce aura turned me the fuck on. Even as she stormed out, leaving me alone with my throbbing erection.When the sound of her retreating footsteps faded, my eyes dropped to the undeniable evidence of my rock hard dick, straining against my trousers.I let out a slow breath, my fingers vibrating slightly with desire as I reached down and unbuckled the hook and bar closure of my trousers. The moment I freed myself, I groaned, my dick standing proudly, heavy with demand for her sweet pussy.Her rejection only fueled my hunger for her.She had no idea what she was denying herself, no idea how
AUTHORS POV The house was unusually quiet when Tessa returned from the shopping mall. She was tempted to kick off her shoes by the door, except for the fact that she was not in the comfort of the room she shared with Pedro. She sighed as the scent of grilled meat and garlic hit her nose, straying from the dining. Her body ached, and all she really wanted was a hot bath and to be left alone. But the silence in the air felt heavy—like something was waiting. She walked into the dining area and found Don Pedro seated at the head of the long glass table. The only sound in the room came from the clinking of his fork against the china plate. The light above him made his presence look even more imposing than usual. He looked up at her, chewing slowly, watching her. “You’re late,” he said flatly, setting his cutlery down. “Join me for dinner.” Tessa forced a polite smile. “I’m not hungry. It’s been a long day. I’d rather go upstairs and rest.” Pedro’s jaw twitched as though he wanted to s
AUTHORS POVTessa’s heels tapped softly against the tiled floor of the shopping mall as she made her way down the brightly lit aisle. She wasn’t dressed to be noticed—plain jeans, a white shirt, her hair tucked into a low bun—but somehow, she still felt exposed. Maybe it was the shelves lined with menstrual pads in front of her, or maybe it was the heavy cloud of stress that had followed her from the office. If there was a way she could discard Pedro's bodyguards outside the mall, she would have. But she couldn't.She sighed and picked up a familiar purple pack, scanning the back with little interest. It was one of those errands that needed to be done—quietly, quickly, and without thinking. She had no energy to waste. Her head throbbed from a day filled with tense emails and awkward silences with Pedro. All she wanted was to buy her toiletries and get home.Just as she reached for another item, a voice cut through the air behind her.“Tessa.”Her whole body tensed. She didn’t even ne
AUTHOR’S POV The corridor was quiet, save for the soft click of Regina’s heels on the floor as she walked to her room. Spending time with Pablo wasn’t a bad idea after-all. it was all she needed to stay sane and somehow he worked his magic on her and she was all smile. As she reached her door and turned the handle and went in, she sensed something was wrong—but it was too late. Franco was already in the room. Before she could process the shock, he slammed the door shut behind her and pushed her roughly against it. His lips crashed into hers with a hunger that made her stomach turn. She tried to push but he held her to the door, kissing her forcefully. Ravaging her lips with reckless abandon. In split seconds, he was holding her against the door with one hand while his other free hands was ravaging under her skirt in search of her panties. His forceful grasp were so strong, Regina found it hard to breath. She shoved him hard. “What the hell, Franco!” He stared at her, ch
AUTHORS POV Pablo arrived at the front steps of the Lorenzo estate just as the night encroached, it was just past 8pm. The floodgate lights bathed everything under it with bright light, giving the evening a cold, bright feeling, at least for Regina. As soon as Regina stepped out to meet him, he smiled. “I came as soon as you called,” Pablo said softly, his voice carrying a quiet concern. Regina looked at him, a little stunned that he had actually come. “I didn’t think you would,” she admitted, her voice uncertain, laced with doubt. He stepped closer, careful, gentle. “Regina, I can’t ignore you. Not for anything.” She blinked, a slow breath escaping her. There was a stillness in the air, as if the whole world paused for this moment. “Thank you,” she whispered, then motioned towards the path by the garden. “Do you mind going for a walk?” “Of course not,” he replied, his hand lightly brushing hers as they started walking side by side down the gravel path. For a few minutes, they
AUTHOR’S POVTessa didn’t want to be there.At the damn restaurant even though it was silent with minimal designs, dressed in soft candlelight and gold, with empty chairs and untouched tables that made it feel more like a theatre than a place to eat. It did not appeal to Tessa, all she wanted to do was get some sleep and maybe wake up later at night to help Camila with the pitch like she had planned in her head.Tessa looked around in disbelief. The place was completely empty—except for her and Pedro.Pedro sat across from her, wearing a smug look, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. “I booked the whole place,” he said casually like he could hear the questions in her mind, like he was announcing a weather forecast. “Just so we could have a private moment. No distractions. No one watching.”Tessa look around, unimpressed. In her mind, she muttered, Wasteful. Completely unnecessary. Her expression stayed calm, but her eyes were shooting daggers around.“You didn’t need to do th
“Knock, knock.”Pedro’s voice echoed in the stillness. Tessa didn’t answer, not immediately. She stared at her computer screen, half-pretending to finish up a report that had long since ceased to be her focus. She wondered why he hadn’t left yet. Was he going to just stand there? Was he expecting her to acknowledge him first? She wasn’t sure what it was that kept her there in her chair—but she was certain she did not feeling like going back home, she probably would have gone to Jamie’s but he told her he had a guest coming over to fuck him, Jamie was raw like that.The door swung open with a soft whistlelike sound.Pedro stood in the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the doorjamb. He had a wry smile on one side of his face, but there was also a mild annoyance in his eyes. “Everyone’s gone, Tessa. What are you still doing here? Planning on spending the night on that desk?”Tessa didn’t look up at him immediately. Instead, she glanced at the clock on her desk. It was gettin
AUTHOR’S POV Now, the day was over and night’s drawing near. The office was slowly beginning to get quiet, the busy sound of the air conditioner was the only sound left in the room by the time the last couple of staff members left the lounge. Most of the team had trickled out already, leaving behind their cold coffee cups and half-written notes on desks. There was this joy that seemed to engulf them after work closure. Perhaps they had happy homes to return to after a long day at work, and Tessa would stare out of the window behind her desk, the uniform way the various cars pull out of the parking lot, disappearing into the streets only to return the next day. She did not have a happy home to return to. So it was okay for her to envy them. In those quiet moments, she hated herself for how painful and bitter she’d become; at least she had not developed into an angry red witch, but she was not far from becoming a witch with how often darkness seemed to engulf her. She used to be
Regina forced herself to wear a warm smile, wiping away her tears repeatedly. “No, I’m fine,” she replied, her voice was flat and she hoped she was convincing enough. “I just… don’t feel well.”Dame Rossa’s stare softened slightly, but her voice remained stern as she continued, “before I say what I want to say, I would like to be honest with you, from where I stand, you dont look fine, and it’s definitely man problems”Regina tried to deny, but Dame Rossa motioned her to be quiet in the most calm manner.“I am not here to kick you while you are already down, You know, Regina… I didn’t just come back to Monterrey because I missed the weather or the old house or even the metropolis itself. No. I came back for something deeper. I came back because I made a promise to myself—and to your father, God rest his soul.Your father… he meant everything to me. He wasn’t just my brother—he was my best friend. And he loved you more than life. You were his precious baby girl. And when he died… I fe
Regina woke up to a damp pillow, the time on the table clock was an unmistakable evidence of a day spent crying, it was past 4pm. The sun was beginning no give way for darkness to take over as it’s golden beams slowly withdrew from drawn curtains, Regina did not notice the smudged tear stains on her cheeks. For hours, she had lain in bed, unaware of the numerous calls from Pablo, or the call from her masseuse. She recalled every word she’d overheard from Pedro and Franco—their conversation had cut deeper than any sharp object. In the midst of that agony, a disturbing thought crept into her mind: perhaps the Sabrina Franco mentioned in their discussion looked hotter than she did. Curiousity swelled within her, she dragged herself out of bed and strolled barefoot to the mirror.Staring at her reflection, Regina scrutinised herself: her hair was a dishevelled mess, her skin pale and lagged, and her eyes red-rimmed from endless tears. “Is this what it takes?” she muttered quietly, h