All Chapters of WHAT MY BODY WANTS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SANTOSI’d been trying to talk with Rosy since morning, but the calls hadn't been going through. I figured that she must be busy with work.I sat in the plane's seat, my damn ass hurting. God, the way I hated sitting for a long damn time. That's what I hated most when it came to travelling.As I tried Rosy's number again, I didn't know I was holding my breath until the call finally connected. “Rosy! I've been trying to get you for ages. I called in the morning and—”“Santos, it's not Rosy,” came the male voice.I tensed when I heard the distinct familiar voice of Donald. What the hell was he doing with Rosy's cell phone!? I wanted to haul that question at him, but I tried to calm myself down. “Why are you with Rosy's cell phone?” The question still came out harshly.“She doesn't want you to know this, but I figured that it's something you have to know.” He paused. “She's in crisis.”I stopped breathing. Dread filled me as it all finally made sense. Fuck, no... “Since when?” I asked h

Donald Grey stayed impatiently in that chair and waited for the doctor to finish attending to Rosy. Beside him were two men whose wives were in labor and a woman whose child had an accident and she’d been surgically operated on. What seemed like forever later, a nurse came out and gestured to him that the doctor was ready to see him. He followed the nurse, walked through the short hallway to the private ward, and then the door opened.Rosy laid there on the bed, looking as fragile as ever. And asleep.“Mr. Donald, right?” The doctor strode toward him and extended his hand.“Yes, Doc.” “Mr. Donald. How long has Rosianna been the way she was when you brought her in?” The older doctor didn’t bother with formalities. He had been Rosy’s family doctor for several years.“That’ll be last evening.” Donald glanced at Rosy again to ensure she was not dead. He nodded inwardly when he noticed the rise and fall of her chest.“You know, I have been familiar with Rosy’s condition, but I’ll say tha

The doctor stretched his arm, and I clamped his with mine. “You’re a fine man, Santos. Not all men would still be able to go through with the wedding after this.”I snorted. “Doctor, you make it sound like she’s lucky to have me, but it’s actually the reverse. I’m a damn lucky bastard to have a woman like Rosy,” I told him truthfully, sparing him a cheeky grin.“I admire you, young man.”After a few more words, the doctor stepped out. I walked towards Rosy’s bed and lowered myself onto it. I ran my hand over her soft cheek. Tears left her closed eyes and ran down her cheek to join the long trail of dried tears.My chest clogged when I realized she’d been awake and must have heard what the doctor said. “Rosy, honey?” My voice was hoarse.She opened her swollen red eyes to stare at me. The sight broke my damn heart. “Santos... I c-can’t have children?”Fuck, she heard. “Rosy, honey, it doesn't matter—”“How can you say that? Santos, I'm barren.” As she said the words, more tears left h

“You’re allowed to be tired, honey; you’re human,” I assured her before rolling over her and kissing her breathless.Taking her lips between mine, I suckled them between mine. Raising one hand, I palmed her soft but firm breast, feeling the delicious mound. I twirled her nipple with my finger, and she moaned softly, her eyes skittering shut.The sight of her long-limbed, luscious body coming to life slowly for me was indescribable. Her nipples were very sensitive—a touch and she whimpered; a rub and she gasped; a squeeze and her entire body went taut. I leaned down and took one pouting nipple into my mouth and suckled. Hard. Her body shuddered. Against her, I smiled in satisfaction and moved to her neglected breast. Another wave of shudders rippled through her. Her hands clutched slightly on the bedsheet. Using my teeth to hold it for a moment, I finally released her nipple, sending tiny shock waves through her limp body.While she stared at me through half-dazed eyes, I ran my hand

I was starting to feel more human by the time I sat on the pavement and cracked open a bottle of water. Donald sat beside me, grabbing the water and taking the first drink. We took a few minutes to calm down, and afterward, I told him everything about that night. Not really going into details; just telling him the basics.“I’m sorry for the way I attacked you. It’s been a bloody few days,” he grunted to me.I’d conceded reluctantly. “It’s okay. If the way you’re feeling is one-tenth what I’m feeling, then I understand where the frustration comes from.”He’d stared at me. “You know, I’ve never stopped to think of how you’re taking all this and how you’re faring. How you must be feeling.” He’d looked away. “I guess that makes me a bad person.”“You’re right, it does,” I deadpanned, feeling up my tender jaw.He’d chuckled softly. And then we went into an easy conversation after that. He told me a lot about Rosy and all the years they’d lived as neighbors. Hearing more about Rosy was soot