All dressed up, I pulled out the three different-coloured pills I took occasionally and stared at the little drugs that had become a part of me for a long time.
Red one is contraceptive.
White one is a soothener.
Brown rubber one is a sex hormone depressant.
Three pills that cost a fortune—because they were pills without side effects. Pills that were quite necessary in my life. I threw them into my mouth and drank water to push them down.
Ready to go, I picked up my bag and headed out. I was still beating myself up for not getting Santos to pick a location right there in my office as I drove to his home. A big mistake on my part.
“Come to the house, Rosy,” he'd drawled. “Don't tell me you've forgotten how to get here.”
I hadn't, but I didn't tell him that. My hesitation was because I knew Santos was the only person in that house, and when Santos was alone at home, he'd be busy. The manwhore.
That house also held great memories for me—memories I buried years ago and had to try harder to make sure they stayed that way.
“You're coming, right?” he'd asked when I remained silent.
“I am,” I answered because I wanted to handle our situation like an adult. After all, I was doing it for my uncle.
By 8 pm, my heels clicked on the tiled floor as I walked into the building of Santos’s house. At the door, I hesitated. For a moment—just for a moment—I considered leaving. But then I thought against it.
Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and it cracked open. I pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway. I didn't bother to announce my arrival because I knew Santos was aware of it. Knowing the interior of his luxurious house well, I navigated through the long hallway and cut through the turn that led to the living room. Then I heard a feminine moan.
I froze. It was coming from the end of the hallway—his bedroom. Another moan rose in the air from a different feminine voice.
“Oh, baby...” one of them moaned, while the other one's voice was more muffled.
Apparently, one was giving him a blowjob while the other was probably getting sucked by him. My spine tingled, and my legs turned to rubber. I held the wall for support as I gritted my teeth over the waves of arousal that flooded through me. God, he really was an asshole. I didn't know why I was surprised, really; Santos had done worse before. I didn’t know why I thought six years would have change him.
The arousal starting inside me caused anxiety to rise. Twice in a day—and it hadn’t even been an hour since I took the pills. That was not normal at all.
Get a hold of yourself, Rosianna. You can do this.
I grit my teeth, trying hard to control myself while calling Santos every rotten name I could think of in my head. It wasn’t the first time he had done something like that, knowing I'd be visiting, and yet having girls around in the house. It was usual for him, actually.
However, after six years, Santos didn't know what I'd turned into.
I took several deep, shaky breaths. Feeling a bit calmer, I pushed the door open and entered. Just as I predicted, he had his head in between a woman's leg while the other woman sucked him.
Everything I did in the hallway didn't prepare me for the sight in the room. Waves of arousal slammed through me so intense that for a moment, I swayed on my feet.
My face was without expression, and my body was struggling with composure, but I walked to the sofa and lowered myself on it, glaring hard at the jerk in front of me.
SANTOS
I know I'm a jerk. Really, I do, and I don’t care.
It was beyond infuriating that she would treat me the same way she treated a stranger or her colleagues. That cold formality grated on my nerves because that wasn't the Rosianna I used to know. I didn’t know what went wrong with her, but it was as if the girl I used to know didn't exist anymore.
The Rosy I knew wouldn't have entered the room. And if she did, her cheeks would be on fire and her innocent eyes would be glaring at me for what I was doing. Then she'd make sure to ruin the show and send the girls running.
The composed woman in the room without any sort of feeling in her was someone I didn't even know. And someone I wouldn’t allow to stay at all. Damn, she looked good enough to eat. I allowed my lips to stretch into a smile as I stared at her. Let's see how long she could stay so disconnected from her environment.
Without taking my eyes away from her, I flicked my tongue on the clit in front of my face and the girl moaned. The girl on my cock deep-throated me and I groaned aloud. Then I sucked the woman earnestly, licking and raving at her like a dog in front of his favorite treat. I shoved two fingers inside her and the bitch nearly came off the bed.
Rosy's eyes flared. There was hunger behind that cool expression.
I hid a smile, closing my eyes, and gave myself over to the pleasure. Fuck, the girl was a good cocksucker, I admitted. I would have preferred to get the pleasure from Rosy if she hadn't changed so much—if she hadn't hurt me the way she did.
I pulled away from the woman and stood up, quietly dislodging my dick from the other woman's mouth. I positioned myself on the dazed woman spread out before me. My eyes pinned Rosy's as I plunged deep into the woman and she cried out.
Heat fused Rosy's cheeks, and I could have sworn I heard her moan too.
While the two women kissed and made out on the bed, I fucked the woman lying down, driving into her with force and purpose. Feeling Rosy's eyes on me was a turn-on. I lost myself in the lush body and pounded into oblivion.
Many minutes later, I grunted harshly as I came deep into the second woman who'd switched positions a while ago. They'd both come before me, and now they played around as they dressed each other, not caring a bit about the new visitor seated on the couch.
“Later, honey.” The blonde kissed my lips before they headed out.
“See you two later, babes.”
Silence descended as they left. My gaze fell on the woman staring at me with banked-up rage in her eyes, and her chin lifted in defiance. But at least her expression was far from composed.
ROSIANNAI'd done something stupid. I'd done something really stupid.Why did I have to enter the room? I should have stayed outside. What gave me the impression that I could pull it off like I did when I was eighteen? I was no longer eighteen. I was not that sweet little virgin anymore. No, I was quite the opposite. So, why the hell did I enter the room, and worse, allow myself to sit through it?My whole body was on fire. Every little part of me. I needed relief and I needed it quick, or I’d break down right in front of Santos. It was the one shame I'd rather die than go through in front of him.“Rosy? Are you alright?” he drawled, not really concerned but amused.“You're a first-class bastard, Santos,” I whispered, my voice almost shaky and hoarse with the strength of my anger and desire for that man.He chuckled softly and walked away from me to the bed and started folding the sheets. “We've already established that long before I went abroad.”My pussy clenched. I felt shaky on th
I didn't stand there after Santos walked away. Instead, I walked—staggered—my way out of his bedroom, my body shaking. For the first time in a long time, tears filled my eyes because of what happened when I was eighteen.Jason, that bastard. Oh, God, that bastard!The cool air that hit me outside didn't help my arousal one bit. “Where's the nearest club?” I asked a woman I met just outside Santos's compound. I thanked God that it was dark. The woman couldn't see my tears.“Just down the next block, my dear,” she answered before she continued on her way.I was deeply shaking as I made my way to the club—both with the arousal gnawing at me and the accusations Santos had just made. At the front door of the club, I dried my tears. With my chin lifted, I walked into the club, sidestepping slow-dancers, avoiding looking at couples making out. It didn't take long for men to stare at me. I'd long ago made peace with the fact that men found me very attractive. It was something that was a curse
SIX YEARS AGOThe next morning after Santos told me that he'd be travelling, I woke up feeling like shit. I felt lovesick, and already I was missing him.It was true we fought more than we talked, but I'd always felt a powerful emotion wherever he was concerned. I always let it out through antagonizing him, and he gave it right back. My aunt adopted Santos when his parents died in a fatal car accident. He was twelve then, and I was just six. He was so tall, and I was small. Even then, we never saw each other as family. Just as pests in each other's butts.Quickly, I got up from the bed to go shopping. I had to get my mind off his journey because we'd already said our goodbyes the day before.My mind went back to the way we said goodbye, and I felt my cheeks heating. I raised my hands to my face, smiling secretly as I went clothes shopping. Later, I hung out with my friends.But the hours seemed to stretch endlessly; time wasn't moving as fast as I wanted it. The thought of his depart
“It's been three hours, Jay. That girl is in a lot of pain right now,” Kain said, his eyes trailing behind his agitated friend.“I didn't know that she was going to be that stubborn. It's been three fucking hours!” Jason was angry. He had expected Rosy to start begging for it immediately when the drug entered her body—just like every woman that had ever taken the normal dosage of that drug. It angered him greatly that he had overdosed Rosy, and yet she refused to give in! She refused to beg!“Santos will have our heads if he ever finds out about this,” Kain said, the fear in his voice apparent.Jason was also terrified of what Santos would do, and that was why hadn’t made a move on the girl. Kidnapping Rosy had been a spur-of-the-moment decision that he didn't regret. He was just so angry that Rosy was making it difficult!“You still have that camera, right?” Jason directed at Marde who nodded his head.“You'll only take pictures when I'm the one fucking her and her face is glazed ove
THE PRESENT.I pushed the painful memories to the back of my mind, where I had buried them for the past six years. I walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine. I poured it into a wineglass, the night wrapping around me like a cloak. “You shouldn't think about the past,” I slowly admonished myself. The house was too quiet as I walked to the sofa and lowered myself onto it. My parents only knew that their daughter was kidnapped for two days and came back a mess. They didn't know the details, and they didn't know my kidnappers.Even after two days, and finally at the hospital, I still wanted more. My legs were rubber, my body a giant bruise, my vagina bruised from the inside and hurting like hell. Still, my body demanded more.Till today.At the hospital, after the doctors had done everything they could, one of them had looked at me and my mother with pity. “I know a lot of date rape drugs, and a lot of aphrodisiacs, but this drug in her system is one that hasn't bee
SANTOSBefore the end of the week, I concluded that Rosy was avoiding me. She was suddenly not there when I went to the office or when I came to her home. I figured she was avoiding me.Like I could ever allow her to do that. That woman has haunted my dreams so many times it had become natural—even when I tried everything I could to forget about her in Paris and move on.I mean, would you still have the hots for a woman that slept with your best friend the same day you travelled after professing her love in a loving way the night before?It was a loaded question, but it was a meaningful question, nonetheless.Till today, I still regret one thing. I should have taken what she offered me six years ago instead of trying to be a goddamn honorable man—and to a woman who didn’t deserve it at all.That little sex clip of her and my best friend—former best friend—that I watched nearly destroyed me years ago. There was no doubt Rosianna enjoyed every bit of it—and she was asking for more. I ha
For the first time in a long time, it was at the tip of my tongue to scream out my past. I wanted to scream to Santos that his best friend drugged me to the brink of death and raped me. I wanted to scream to him that Jason, Marde, and Kain raped me. I wanted to scream at him that his three friends betrayed him immediately after he stepped out of the States. I wanted to scream at him that I came face-to-face to death from that drug. I wanted to scream at him that I experienced the most excruciating pain of my life at the hands of his friends.I wanted to scream at him that I became the sex addict I was today because I endured that godforsaken drug for hours—long hours!—all because I didn’t want any other man’s hands on my body apart from his.As he held me up against the wall, smothering with anger and hurt, I wanted to scream all this at him, but in the end, I didn’t. I couldn’t. Santos would never believe me. Ever. I didn’t blame him. No man in his shoes would ever believe me.
SANTOSRosy's pleasure-filled moans of “more” was what drew me out of the deep daze my want for her threw me in. God, she was like an addiction. Just touching her body a little and I was already craving more. So much more. It had always been like that.I felt angry at myself for not being able to control myself better. I was not supposed to feel that strongly for her. Not anymore.“More....please...!” she cried out again, her eyes closed as she fumbled with my jeans.It took everything in me to pull away from her. I raised my head from her beautiful breast and stepped out of her reach. “No,” I stated firmly, more to me than her.“Please,” she gasped out as she reached for me again, but I stepped back and away from her.“I'm not sleeping with you, Rosianna.”“Oh God!Her eyes remained tightly shut and she stayed glued to the wall as if she was nailed there and in pains. “Take me, please...”Those exact words raised painful memories. She said those words to me a few hours before she who