ROSIANNAI found out the hard way that Santos didn't make empty threats. I found out the hard way that he was more than ready to fulfill his whispered words. He drove me like a slave driver all night long, never allowing me any rest. He was so demanding. I was ready to sleep after the third round, but Santos wasn't done. He took me again. And again. And again.It was almost five in the morning. I lost count of how many times I had an orgasm. And I definitely lost count of how many times I begged Santos that I’d had enough.Like now.“Please....! S-Santos, please....! I'm so tired...” I heard my own voice as I laid there on the bed on my stomach while Santos laid full-length on top of me, thrusting into my tired body.“Just this time, baby. Come for me one more time and I'll let up, I promise,” he groaned behind me. His voice wasn't that of a man who had gone all night on a woman. He sounded just as strong as ever.Just which sexual beast lived in this man?“Oh...God....!” I blinked,
ROSIANNAMy eyes drew open, hitting the wall. The house's silence told me I was the only one there.The events of last night flooded my head. The lovemaking. Santos's trip. I swiveled my head to the clock and groaned. It was two in the afternoon.Santos must have left.“I slept the whole day,” I groaned, lowering my head to wallow in self-pity for a few seconds. Thank goodness it was Saturday.I moved my lower body to get up and cried out from the ache that shot through my body. “Santos, that beast!” I gasped as I tried to breathe through the ache.I laid down there for a few more seconds to allow the ache to fade, and all the while, I called Santos every bad name that came to my lips.Afterwards, I tried to lift myself again. “Aarh!!” I cried out when the ache spread all over again. Oh, my God! I laid back on the bed and gave up on getting up. I didn't know how long I laid there just listening to the ticking of the clock. I reached out for my phone, and thankfully, my hand could reac
The more I read it, the more I couldn't believe the content of it. M-my engagement ring? P-proposed?Very sure that I'd not woken fully from sleep, I reached for the box and opened it. “Oh....my...” I trailed off as I stared at the most beautiful diamond ring I'd ever seen in my life. God, he wasn't joking, and I surely hadn't read it wrong. Santos bought us engagement rings and proposed while I was asleep.“He is really insane.” God, the ring was beautiful. As I stared at it, I became emotional and tears filled my eyes. Santos and I were engaged. It might not be the best of engagement proposals, but as I put on the ring, I couldn't help smiling widely.So unromantic...and so mine.I was still in shock when my phone rang again, the sound abruptly pulling me out of my trance. I reached for it and smiled when I saw that it was Santos. I placed the phone to my ears.“Seeing that you picked up shows that you're finally awake.” His deep voice made my belly flutter in a good way.“It's a m
“Here, take this.” He handed it to me, and I mumbled my thanks as I drank the water. “The nurse said it will work in five or six minutes.”With a heavy sigh, I returned the cup to him once I had finished drinking. “I really hope that's the truth, but even I am not a stranger to pain relievers. I'd wager the next half hour.Donald shook his head smugly. “Oh, no. I specially requested that one. Had to tell the nurse why its fast effectiveness was needed.”I was starting to get the picture. My eyes widened in horror. “Please don't tell me that you told the nurse why the patient needed it.” I covered my eyes with my hands. “Please don't tell me you aired my dirty laundry that way.”“Honey, I told the nurse that you were fucked within an inch of your life.” He confirmed my fears so smugly. “After all, you have to state the medical problem before you get a diagnosis and prescription, isn't it?”“Not for painkillers, you dumbhead!” I threw another pillow at him while he laughed and dodged ou
ROSIANNAIt had been four days since Santos went on his trip. I pulled my car into the garage of his family's house. I came to visit his parents because Aunt Mariah had been complaining since yesterday that I didn’t want to visit.The door opened and Aunt Mariah walked out of the house with a huge smile on her face as she hugged me. “Oh my baby. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to come visit us again,” she said excitedly.“I'm sorry I took so long, Aunty,” I apologized sincerely. “I've been very busy at the office,” I answered truthfully.“Nothing to apologize for,” she said with a smile as she led me to the living room of the family house. “Your uncle is sleeping in his room, so it'll be just us, my dear.”Just us? Oh, hell. What was with me and bad timing, anyway?“Hey, you don't have to look that way. I won't try to play matchmaker or anything.” She leaned close to whisper mischievously.I smiled at her good-naturedly, taking in her dressing of the day, and I burst out
In Moscow, Jason opened the door to allow Marde inside the house that had become his when he wasn’t spending time in a hotel room...or deep inside a woman.“This place is nice, man,” Marde said as he looked around, walking deeper into the house.“Thanks,” Jason answered lazily, walking to the couch to make himself at home. “I know you didn’t just suddenly decide to visit me. What brings you to Moscow, Marde?”His friend shook his short wavy blond hair. “I haven’t been able to sleep so well lately,” he admitted.Jason didn’t even pretend that he didn’t know why. “Because of Rosianna?” he asked.“Not really Rosianna. Because of Santos.” Marde shook his head. “You know San-man as much as I do, Jase. You and I know that he’ll never let it go if he finds out what happened six years ago.”“And he never will, Marde. You are just worrying yourself unnecessarily. You and I know that Rosy will never have the guts to spill the beans. Not with her sex tape right in our hands,” Jason reminded his
“You must be Mr. Hathaway,” he said as he got up and we shook hands. He gestured for me to take a seat opposite his, and I did just that.“I am, Doctor. I’m glad to make your acquaintance finally. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “I hope I’m able to meet your expectations, Mr. Hathaway,” he said politely, taking his own seat. “Dr. Kapoor told me your situation, but I’d still like to hear everything from your mouth. I take it the patient is not with you.”“No, she’s not,” I admitted. “The truth is, she wasn’t aware of the real reason behind this trip. She has lost hope in ever being cured of her addiction.”The doctor nodded in understanding. “From what I heard, she has a good reason to give up. Tell me everything again, Mr. Hathaway. Describe everything about her addiction explicitly.”In the next thirty minutes that followed, I did just that. I told the doctor everything about Rosy’s addiction. The way it happened. The way it started. What it did to her. Everything.“This is a very crit
ROSIANNATwo days later, I was attending a luncheon and was out with a few business friends when my cell phone rang. “Excuse me,” I said as I got up from the round table with my ringing phone. I walked out of the vicinity before I stared at the screen. Automatically, a smile came to my face as I saw the caller. I placed the phone on my ear. “Hello, darling.”“Baby. How is your day going?” Santos's deep voice filled my ear.“Fine. Not so hectic. How is your day?” I stared at my feet, noticing how the red polish on my toenails seemed almost faded.“Very good. How do you feel today?” he asked automatically. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face. It had been seven days since he travelled, and every day he asks the same question. Every day I give him the same answer.“I feel great. Spectacular.” And it wasn’t a lie. I’d not felt so great in a long time. When he told me two days ago that the business was delayed and would keep him a few more days, I panicked. But I quickly conso
I swallowed twice and turned back to face them. I stared at Jason’s parents. Marde’s parents. Kain’s parents.They’d visited so many times during the months, and they’d asked forgiveness many times. The mothers cried often, and the fathers always looked regretful. I’d repeatedly told them the same thing: “It wasn’t their fault what happened. There is nothing to forgive because the sins weren’t theirs. They are not responsible for the actions of their children.”My only happiness as I looked at them was that they have other children apart from the prodigal sons. Jason’s parents still have one daughter who’s married already. Marde has two more siblings, a brother and a sister. Kain’s parents had one other man who was Kain’s younger brother.I smiled at them and took turns hugging them all and thanking them for coming to my wedding ceremony. They all looked relieved, and it made me wonder about the kind of welcome they had expected to receive.I really had no problem with them. Already,
“R-Rosy?” I focused closely on her face, my chest thumping fast as tears slipped from her closed eyes.Slowly—ever so slowly—her eyes opened.“Rosy! Baby!” I got up and hovered over her. The tears I was trying to control started swimming down right then.“Santos...” she whispered breathily.That voice. That voice that I’ve missed so much! “Oh, Rosy! Thank you, baby. Thank you for coming back to me. Doctor!” I shouted.More tears slipped from her eyes, and she gave me a tiny smile. “My Santos...”“God, I’ve missed you so much! So much! I thought you really left me!”Just then, the door burst open. The doctor and two nurses rushed into the room. The doctor’s face held surprise and a lot of relief as he took in Rosy.The next thirty minutes were the slowest and the happiest of my life. Rosy was back! Rosy was out of the coma!As the doctor herded me out of the room to examine her, I called everybody immediately when I got outside—starting with Rosy’s parents to mine, right down to Donald
In those two weeks, I had righted the wrong that was done to Rosianna.My adoptive sister.My friend.My fiancé.My woman.It made me feel peace. A peace that would have been complete of Rosy was awake. If Rosy's condition was getting any better.Two months later, I stood in the doctor's office, refusing to sit. I dreaded that I had an idea what he wanted to say to me, and I had a gut feeling that it was not something I wanted to hear.So I folded my arms and stood across the wall, leaning against it. I narrowed my eyes in irritation and watched the older doctor as he swallowed nervously as if contemplating how to go about what he had to say.He began. “I think you should start preparing yourself both mind and body—”“Don't fucking say it, doctor,” I cut in.“—that Rosy might never wake again.” “I told you not to fucking say it!” I roared angrily.The doctor grimaced sadly. “Look, son...”“I'm not your damn son!” I could hardly breathe against the tightening of my chest.Yes, these p
Santos shoved the newspaper away from his face. “Your apology is in the wrong place, Jason. You should apologize to Rosy, not me. I'm not the woman you brutalized and almost ruined her life!”“What...?”Santos looked him dead in the eyes. “Do you know that for the past six years, she never had control of her body? She became a sex addict and can't stay more than a few days without a man or the damn pain comes back worse! You know the pain, right? The one you just went through!?” “Holy...fuck!” Jason paled, horrified.“Holy fuck is right, you asshole! You ruined her life! She can't even bear a child because of what you did to her! And she's in a coma right now, fighting for her life!” The more Santos talked, his voice raised a notch until he was shouting. Jason cried harder. Santos's pain over Rosy's life escalated.“I-I didn't know! I'm sorry; I didn't know!” Jason's face touched the floor in that kneeling position and he cried.Santos said nothing again. Minutes passed while Jason r
I spent all night with Jason. Watching him scream. Curse. Plead. Watching his own drug torture him. During some part of the night, I started feeling pity for him, but just as soon as the feeling lit up, Rosy's face in crisis came clear to my mind. The fire of pity quenched as soon as it started.At first, he'd kept screaming for a woman to fuck, thinking I was gonna give him one. That wasn't the way the plan was supposed to work. I told him about the recorders I came with and that he'd make a record of confessing everything he did. The best kind of evidence was a confession that comes straight out of the mouth of the culprit.“Screw you!” he'd shouted those first times, refusing to do it.I expected it. I had nothing else to do, so I just waited him out.As the night lengthened, he went from screaming and cussing, to begging and pleading. His hands were tied behind his back so he couldn't jack off. He fucked thin air repeatedly, but he couldn't get relief. His hips were thrusting up
SANTOSWhen Jason came out to the sitting room, I counted the seconds he walked closer to me and handed me the memory card that contained the clip.“You can watch it again, man. What Rosy and I did was consensual,” he grumbled as he handed it to me.I barely restrained myself from punching him long enough to take the clip from him. Then I punched him square in the nose...and broke it.“Motherfucker!” he cussed as he palmed his nose and shot away from him.I stared at the small memory card that had ruined Rosy's life. With a grunt, I squeezed hard and broke it in three places.“Fuck! What are you doing, San?” Jason roared.“I'm destroying what you've used to ruin Rosy's life for the past six years,” I stated simply, and I hadn't gotten up from where I sat.“I've got no idea what you're accusing me of,” he bit out, enraged. Damn, but I've never seen a better actor.I stared at him, trying to see that bloke that used to be my fucking friend. All I saw was a monster in human flesh. God, w
SANTOSI was right about one thing. Staring at Jason was like staring at the devil himself.As I watched him close the door and walk deeper into the house, I didn't hide the disdain in my eyes. I definitely didn't hide the rage I was feeling.“So, what are you doing here, San-man?” he asked as he headed towards the fridge.I gave him credit. He didn’t look scared or ridden with guilt like Marde. A pro criminal. “Oh, but I think you know why I'm here, Jason. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? By the way, you still look as good as ever.”“You don't look so bad yourself.” The bastard was even smiling. “Long time so see.”“Yeah. After you called me on the phone that night several years ago, I guess I lost touch with everything. No man wants to hear that his best friend slept with his woman.”He shook his head at that, even managed to look miserable. “I'm really sorry about everything. I'm also at fault. I should have resisted her allure. It’s just that Rosy has always been a very sexy man.
The information slammed through me like a moving truck jerking me out of my goddamn mind. This was worse than I thought. “My God. Jason, is a demon.” I glared at Marde. “Jason killed Kain! That bastard killed Kain, and you kept the secret this whole time? You’re a killer, just like him.”He laid there like a cat caught in a web, saying nothing. Although I had anger and resentment for Kain, I felt bad for what Jason did. Kain was the only one of the three that felt remorseful. That wanted to right their wrongs. The only one with a conscience. He didn't deserve to be killed that way.“What happened to the tapes?” I could barely ask through the fog that clouded my throat.“The man was supposed to extract the tapes after the accident, but before he could, Kain's car caught fire. Everything burned to the ground.”I felt lightheaded at that bit of information. “So, there's no tape?” I asked, to make sure of everything.“There's one remaining. A one minute clip video that Jason watches day a
“Police, arrest that man! You saw the way he came to my house and assaulted me!” Marde whined, wincing in pain.One of the policemen flashed him his badge. “Mardisone Dick, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and raping of Rosianna Bells. For attempted murder also, and for possession of an illegal drug. You are advised to remain silent, for anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.”Marde's eyes widened in panic and horror. “No, no, no! I can't go to jail!” he shrieked.I cut in. “Of course, you can go to jail. You'll be deported back to the States, and You are going to jail. Trust me Mardisone, you'll be getting nothing short of a life sentence and hard labor.” I walked closer to stand in his face. “I'll make sure you and Jason get that sentence even though it's a jail sentence for first-degree murder.”Marde's eyes widened as I spat the furious words at him, and then he started crying and pleading with me.It was all working according to plan. I continued. “I