Semua Bab APHRODISIA : Bab 31 - Bab 40

ZaraIt’s been one whole week and I haven’t set my eyes on the man they call my husband. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for the privacy and not having to see him, puts me in a much better mood. We were supposed to visit Bali after the wedding but I didn’t want to go with Marcello and thankfully he saved me the stress of having to talk him out of it. When his family called to ask if we were already on our way to our honeymoon, I had come up with a lie on the spot, saying I didn’t feel too good to fly and Marcello promised to arrange something better later.Instead, I gave the tickets to Valerie and Emily to go on my behalf. The girls were a bit hesitant, claiming they would be robbing me of a once in a lifetime event and I simply told them that I could have as many honeymoons as I wanted to, much later.The morning after the wedding, I simply could not bring myself to go out and face the people in the house. In fact, I wasn’t ready to face reality. But, sometime around noon, Emily

ZaraMaria didn’t let me spend a penny. The moment I stretched my card towards the cashier, she pushed my hand away and replaced it with hers. All my protests fell on deaf ears, even when I offered to split the bill. When people spend on me without strings, it burdens me. I feel indebted to them. I’ll definitely have to bake some treats for Maria this weekend. Mr. Phillip picked us up after we were done shopping and Maria has been dropped off already. She almost invited me in for dinner but one look at my tired face, had her changing her mind. Thank God for that , because a warm bath and a good night’s rest, sounds about lovely right now.As I walk into the house, I notice that something is way off in the atmosphere. Everyone seems to be looking at me a certain way. Even Celine who has no more than two expressions, is looking at me with …pity? And Julio looks kinda nervous. StrangeThe staff all help to bring in the shopping bags and I make my way up to my room. Only, as soon as I a

MarcelloBringing Brenda back home was a dick move on my part but a part of me wanted to prove that I was uninterested in the woman I currently cohabit with. It was an impulsive move, one I clearly didn’t think through. It didn’t dawn on me until I saw her standing outside my room , with hurt in her eyes. She tried to mask it but I’ve come to know the little cues about her.Then I double fucked up by my words to her . After I left her room, I stood outside her door for a while, listening for any activity from within. Minutes passed and I almost left, when I heard the unmistakable sound of crying. Zara Parkinson acts like she’s so tough every other day but she actually cried. It made me feel like a little bitch.To make matters worse, a picture of me and Brenda has been circulating the internet all day. I was working late into the night when Michael called and almost bit my head off. I managed to calm him down , to get him to help me out with PR but he only said “ You’re on your own”

Marcello acted the perfect gentleman the entire night. He cut my steak , filled my glass and even gave me a peck on the lips outside the restaurant, after our dinner. Completely lost in the moment, I made an irredeemable mistake. What did I do ,you ask?Patience, dear reader.Marcello didn’t drive us back. He called for a driver because he had a few glasses of wine over dinner. Since someone else was driving us, Marcello and I sat in the backseat. He was still so carefree, lightly patting my thighs every now and then, even offering me small smiles. Smiles I thought were sincere . That’s why I let go of my senses for a minute and said. “ I went to the doctor’s last week, yunno”He hummed in response, his head leaned back on the headrest. I should have stopped there but no, I didn’t.“ The doctor said something funny.” I chuckled to ease some of the awkwardness that I was feeling. “ The doctor said we need to have more sex, because it will help the baby. Pfft… funny right?”But, he did

ZaraThere’s something heavy pressing down on my belly. Does my baby already weigh so much? I try to turn on to my side but the weight would not budge. I open my eyes in panic and look down at my belly, coming face to face with a mop of dark hair. My first instinct is to scream as loud as I can. So, I scream until the head of hair raises itself.“La chingada! ¿Qué onda es todo este escádalo tan temprano?” ( fuck! What is all this noise so early in the morning?)The owner of the head rises to his full height, rubbing sleep from his eyes and then he stretches in a way that has my heart beating rapidly. He’s shirtless, in nothing but the pair of slacks he had on yesterday, slightly unbuttoned. But that’s not the part that almost has me hyperventilating.It's the very large and obvious tent in his pants that has my eyes glued to him. The tent starts moving until it is right in front of me. “ I said , my eyes are up here, Sugar”That snaps me out of it. I stare at him, willing myself to