JULIAN's P O VCynthia padded inside and shut the door behind her before she began agitatedly tugging at her robe as she waited for me to locate the right packet. It was difficult to refrain from staring at her since she exuded an air of chastity and naiveté that pervaded the area around her.After finding the pill, I put one on the table in front of her and then proceeded to pour some water into a tall glass. ‘‘Here you go…’’She didn't waste any time and swallowed the pill before taking a sip of water. ‘‘Thank you so much…’’ her lips curved into a small, grateful smile.‘‘How are you feeling now? I mean, aside from the discomfort in your stomach?’’ I went to sit on the little grey sofa in the living area, gesturing for her to come sit next to me.Cynthia followed me and casually plopped down, her breasts bouncing as she did so, for it was apparent that she wasn’t wearing a bra. ‘‘Pretty good, I guess. It’s just…’’ her brown eyes suddenly became sad and filled with tears, all in the
CYNTHIA’s P O V‘‘Good morning…’’ Julian spoke in that rich, velvety voice of his.The mere sound of it caused an acceleration in the rate of my heartbeat. I turned around and beamed at him. ‘‘Good morning… Are you coming down to eat?’’ I placed my hands on his shoulder and leant my chin on them, looking up at him in an appealing manner.I didn’t know why I did it, it just felt right. We had grown rather close to one another, considerably closer than we had been in the past, to the point where this kind of interaction had become routine.‘‘Depends, is Stef done? You girls are always the last ones to leave your room…’’ he remarked with a warm smile. One that made me want to kiss him so badly.I shook my head. Making my hair bounce around me. ‘‘Nah, she’s a bit hungover. And also, you’re a liar. Fine, maybe yesterday I came down a bit later than usual, but it’s not like I’m always late. And Stef’s probably the first all the time...’’ I wrapped my hand around his index finger and pulled
CYNTHIA's P O V‘‘I… I don’t know yet. I’m going to choose when we get to the bar…’’ I remarked with a naive grin on my face.He finally forced his eyes to look away from my body, even though it appeared that he was only looking at me for a maximum of two seconds, and he looked back up. ‘‘I'm not going there, but if you need me to be there with you, I'll go with you…’’‘‘Oh… Where are you going?’’He pointed in the direction of the north and stated, ‘‘Mr. Benigni claimed that there's a little cave at approximately five-hundred meters away from here and I want to check on it...’’ then he turned to look back at me. ‘‘Are you interested in coming with me?’’I could barely conceal my enthusiasm. ‘‘Of course. But I don’t even have my flip flops on…’’ I pointed out the obvious while taking a quick look at my bare feet.He had a good laugh at my helplessness before putting his hand on the small of my back and guiding me in the right way. Yet, he only maintained that position for a brief peri
CYNTHIA's P O V‘‘The journey to the hot springs is purely for the sake of relaxation, thus it is entirely up to you whether or not you choose to come...’’ Mr. Benigni addressed the enormous number of students in the room with a booming voice.I saw Julian, watching and listening intently while sitting with the other professors at the round table, when his eyes began to roam around the room, and before he could even catch me looking at him, I looked away and focused my attention on Mr. Benigni.Melanie suddenly raised her hand but began speaking before she was given the opportunity to do so. ‘‘There's going to be a party on the beach, can we go there?’’The vast majority of the students let out an audible ‘‘ooh’’ at hearing those remarks, and rightfully so. The legal drinking age in Italy is 18, so it was no surprise that everyone planned to attend a beach party with the intention of getting wasted.The professor of literature was contemplating his options. He was aware that we were a
CYNTHIA's P O VAt first, Johnny's sweaty body pushed me onto an empty bed, and I tried my best to push him away, but he positioned himself on top of my weary frame, placed his head in front of mine, and started kissing my neck. ‘‘Get… off me!’’ I put out every ounce of effort I could have to drive him away, but I was simply not strong enough.I held my breath as the realization hit me like a tonne of bricks.I fell for a trap.And I was completely clueless as to why I was feeling so feeble. Even though I hadn't finished the bottle, I felt like I was… drugged.I felt him rip off my underwear, and goosebumps appeared on my skin as I felt the air getting colder, a horrible feeling stirred inside meMy lips trembled, my eyes widened as I stared at his face filled with lust.‘No…!’ I screamed but nothing came out of my mouth. Fear engulfed me, and slowly, I looked around, hoping to find something I might use to hit him. My chest was heaving up and down, and suddenly, hot tears rolled down
JULIAN's P O VAs I carefully set Cynthia down on the bed, I heaved a sigh and resolved in my mind that I would sleep on the couch tonight. Nothing would make me happier than to be able to hold her throughout the entire night, but I was aware that she might not appreciate that idea. I didn’t want her to think that I took advantage of her while she was unconscious.I heard the doorbell ring, and I frowned as I walked toward it to check who it was. It was strange to have someone knocking on the door at this hour---it was already well past midnight.After looking through the peephole, I couldn't help but have a terrible feeling inside of me. There were two security guards standing outside my room. ‘What the fuck are they doing here?’One of them pressed the bell again, and this time it made my blood boil.‘Fine! I might as well find out what the hell they want…’I opened the door with a menacing look, studying both of them. One of them was huge, while the other was tall and thin. Togethe
JULIAN's P O V‘‘I didn't touch her…’’ I quickly raised both of my hands, staring straight at Arnold’s angry eyes.‘‘Fucking bastard!’’ Arnold lifted me up, throttling my neck even though we were almost at the same height, swinging his fist to knock me out---‘‘Wait!’’ Cynthia yelled just in time to prevent Arnold from landing a punch to my face.Again, the two of us fixed our gaze on Cynthia. She was now gasping for air and staring at the terrifying scene in front of her. ‘‘He's not to blame for this...’’I could sense Arnold's muscles stiffen. ‘‘What exactly do you mean by that…?’’ It seemed as though he was starting to lose his patience.Cynthia abruptly shook her head. ‘‘It’s all my fault…’’ she rasped, and the room turned silent.She appeared to be experiencing flashbacks of the errors she had committed, as seen as she squeezed her eyes shut.‘‘I was so stupid. I wasn’t being careful…’’ she cried softly, and that sight broke my heart. ‘‘If Julian hadn’t come, I would have…’’ inst
CYNTHIA's P O VI took a deep breath in, squeezed my eyes shut, and sat on the toilet. My lips parted in a gentle sob. Even though Julian wouldn't take advantage of me, I still don't know what Johnny did to me because the last thing I remembered was that he ripped off my underwear.I checked in the area between my legs, but there was nothing there. There was not a single indication of blood or any other unwelcome substance. All clean. There’s no pain as I peed, and a soft sigh of relief left my mouth.I finished my business, washed my hands at the sink, and splashed my face with cold water. I let out a long sigh as I regarded my own reflection in the mirror for a while. It's a good thing that Johnny didn't leave any marks on my body because I'm not sure how I would have been able to explain what happened to Arnold if he’d see any evidence.My attention was drawn to the brand-new toothbrush that had been provided by the hotel, and I noticed that Julian had been using the other one. I w
JULIAN’s P O VAunt Olivia insisted that Cynthia must first complete her education, and give birth to our child before she allowed us to get married. And I felt worried about Cynthia because I was aware that she was waiting for this moment. Even though she wasn’t voicing it out, I could sense that she was expecting me to propose to her, for us to build our own family, but Auntie asked me not to let Cynthia know about our agreement.After seven months, Cynthia gave birth to a healthy baby boy who she gave the name Mark Julian. And while I was occupied with the expansion of the business that Arnold had requested me to handle, Cynthia continued her studies.Finally, Cynthia graduated and I’ve never been so proud of her. I believed that as a result of all of the things she went through, she got more matured. She never complained about the fact that I did not offer her marriage.When it was time for Cynthia to get her graduation present from me---it’s not exactly a graduation present, but
CYNTHIA's P O VAt this moment, tears were beginning to run down my face. I couldn’t keep them at bay. Now that it was almost certain that I’m losing this baby.I may not know a lot about pregnancy, but I knew that bleeding was a bad sign.As soon as we entered the emergency room, an array of questions and answers ensued, and I answered them to the best of my ability, while my parents and Julian were listening attentively. Julian refused to let go of my hand even when I was wheeled back toward a room and directed to strip for an ultrasound.The nurse stopped Julian when he was about to enter the changing room, insisting that he wanted to help me change into a hospital gown. ‘‘I can help her, Sir. Just stay with her parents outside…’’Julian did not immediately follow the nurse after initially hesitating, but he did so eventually. Soon after, he began to loosen his grip on my hand before leaving completely.My parents sat in a chair along the far right wall, and Julian stood a few feet
CYNTHIA's P O VTWO MONTHS LATERI groaned as I sat up in bed and stretched my arms. A quick look at the clock that was sitting on my nightstand revealed to me that nightfall would arrive sooner. How long have I been dozing off?These past few days, my normal pattern of sleeping has been thrown off. Simply put, I was mentally and emotionally exhausted to the point where I lost track of time because of it. Even though my parents, Arnold, and Celestine regularly checked on me every once in a while, one of the harmful things I'd been doing was spending most of my time alone in my room. This was another habit I'd gotten into.They have been monitoring the media, calling people and giving them orders, as well as discussing the situation with the authorities. They would act wary every time I descended the stairs, as if they didn't want me to hear about those fucked up news again.I never heard from Julian again after that day. I was aware that his wedding took place last month, but none of
CYNTHIA's P O VNothing could have prepared me for the crushing agony I experienced when my mom told me that Julian had departed without even alerting me, or even bidding farewell to me before he flew back to France. Nor could anything have prepared me for the profound sense of loss that caused my heart to tighten, leading me to believe that it was going to cease beating altogether.Even though I was aware, on some level, that he was meant to return and marry her, the fact that he did still hurt. How could he? How, after making love to me? After I had already given him everything? After stroking my hair until I fell asleep? After spending so much time gazing at me with that breathtaking smile? How could he love her and marry her still?There was a painful lump that was lodged in my throat, and it was making it difficult for me to even breathe. In addition to this, I had to fight against my tear ducts in order to keep from crying in front of my family because of him. In total honesty,
CYNTHIA's P O VThe moment the door to the Maxwell villa opened, I was met with a resounding slap across the face from my irate mother.‘‘Aunt Olivia…’’ When she raised her hand to slap me again, Julian attempted to stop her, but she instead hit Julian which caused my eyes to widen in shock.‘‘Don't address me like that, you have no connection to any of us anymore!’’ she said through gritted teeth, a threatening tone was used as she glared at him.It appeared as though everything around me had come to a stop. I blinked back the tears that was on the verge of falling down my cheek. ‘‘Mom…’’Did Arnold tell her about us?‘‘What are your intentions with regard to my daughter?’’ She asked Julian while completely ignoring me. ‘‘Do you intend to take him as your mistress?’’‘‘No, I…’’‘‘There is no future for the two of you, and even if you leave the woman who will soon become your wife, I won't let you have my daughter!’’ And she smacked his face once more, which prompted me to push her aw
CYNTHIA’s P O VJulian grabbed the shower head, turning on the water. He pointed it at me and he made sure to let it pour all over my body, until every inch of me was soaked. ‘‘I’ll take it that it will make you behave…’’‘‘Uhmmm…’’ I agreed mindlessly, not really listening to a single word he uttered, for I was too busy gawking at his dripping wet physique. I could feel my lids becoming heavy, my veins burning under my skin as pure sexual desire course through them.Unwittingly, without even noticing it, I kneeled in front of him, coming face to face with his semi-hard shaft, but before I could even touch it, he grabbed my shoulders firmly. ‘‘Get up before I fuck you again…’’‘‘But I want you to fuck me again…’’ I protested with a pout, still resting on my knees.He chuckled amusedly, lightly shaking his head. ‘‘Come on, Cynthia, we’ve got to go…’’But I didn’t listen, I remained still.Julian decided to bring his arm under my armpits and pick me up against my will, laying small kiss
CYNTHIA’s P O V‘‘Do you think that somebody was listening to us?’’ I inquired anxiously as fear began to course through my veins.Julian gave a dismissive shake of his head before rising to his feet and reaching for the bathrobe that was still hanging on the door of the bathroom. ‘‘No, the rooms are soundproofed. You stay here...’’ he covered himself and left the room.But I couldn’t mind my business in a situation like this. I rolled out of bed and took a fluffy bath towel, wrapping it around my body before following him towards the living area.From the other side of the slightly open door, I could hear a feminine voice. ‘‘Uhmm, Hi… I mean, good morning. I was wondering if you saw Cynthia---’’I rudely pushed Julian out of the way and came face to face with Stef, who let out a sigh of relief upon seeing me.‘‘Oh, Cynthia… I was worried about you!’’I smiled at her and placed a kiss on her cheek. ‘‘Well, as you can see, I’m good…’’ I then stepped closer to her so that she would be a
CYNTHIA’s P O VI completely let myself go, carelessly giving up on trying to hold myself up and completely leaning against his tall, manly frame. ‘‘Oh, fuck…’’ I moaned as I gripped his hair and pulled on it, moving his head and craning my neck so that our lips would touch. I immediately opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside.Julian added a second finger into my tight canal, starting to thrust harder. ‘‘You’re such a sexy little thing, aren’t you...?’’ he pulled his hand away and brought his fingers which were coated in my juices, to his mouth, sucking them clean before he picked me up and walked back to the bedroom, letting me fall onto the bed, and then followed me immediately.I pushed him down onto the sheets and got on top of him, hovering over his rock hard member. ‘‘Do you want me…?’’ I inquired in a hushed tone as I took both of his hands in mine and placed them on my waist.He nodded with his mouth agape, looking up at me with full of desire and appreciation.‘
JULIAN’s P O VThere was something unbelievably intimate about waking up next to someone, especially when that someone was the one you love.Strips of golden sunlight shone into the room and Cynthia managed to wrap herself around most of my thin sheets.I woke up with my arm lay across her stomach and her head was tucked into my bare chest. We hadn’t bothered dressing ourselves after last night’s events, as we had already seen every inch of each other.Also we were exhausted, that we had drifted to sleep after another heated kiss.Cynthia stirred slightly, which brought me back from recalling what brought us here, and buried her head further into my chest while placing a hand onto my torso.But all of this felt so wrong, since everyone around see us as cousins, and in addition to that, I am already getting married.But then, why did last night feel so right? And why did her touch alone light my body on fire?I knew that my old self would think otherwise, but Cynthia and I couldn’t hap