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Lizzie . Instead of going home, I asked him to take me to Emma's place. She's at home. Her shift had just ended. My body landed on the soft mattress of her bed as soon as I arrived. "Hmm, I miss your bed," I silently said. I can hear the sound of her heels as she walks back and forth. "Are you going out tonight?" I asked. "Yes, I'm going out with Trevor." My eyes opened, and I rolled over enough to see her face. "Oh? Are you dating him?" She pressed her lips together and then smiled with a grin. "He's my boyfriend now, Lizzie," she proudly said. "Oh, really? Wow, congratulations! He got you alright. I'm happy for you, Emma." I stretched out and got up. Then, I sat down on the edge of the bed. I'm not staying here. I only need some fresh air. After that heated conversation with Elizalde, I felt ashamed of myself. He had the whole day set up for us perfectly. I could have gone along with the flow, but the call from my stepmother made it impossible to control my temper. "What
Elizalde . Almost, that was almost. I could hardly take my eyes off her. She's the most beautiful woman in my life, aside from my mother. Her innocent smile speaks of her innocent face. Despite being a tigress at times, that doesn't turn me off. I still like her, even with her worst attitude. Damn, there must be something wrong with me. I'm so drawn to her. And now that she's legally mine, I still can't believe I have her. I have to get used to seeing her every morning. This is the beginning of our life together, and I can't wait for more adventures. "The look on your face, bro. You hit the jackpot, alright." Faustino shook his head and looked in the same direction where my eyes were. The wedding ended beautifully. It was intimate—only a few friends and, of course, our families. Elizabeth doesn't want it to be too public. There are only two professional photographers and videographer that covers the event. There was no media, reporters, and not even a single paparazzi around. It
Lizzie . It's Sunday today. My stepmom invites us for lunch. But because she didn't notify us ahead of time. I was the only one coming for lunch because Elizalde had plans already with his mother. Later tonight, we will have dinner together with Elizalde's parents before flying to the Maldives tomorrow afternoon. I put my stuff inside the box one by one. I'm clearing all the remaining things I have here at my father's place and will take these to Elizalde's place. Everything was ready, and I am looking forward to a break. I can't wait for the holiday ahead. Elizalde told me it would be a long vacation since we would also travel to Italy after the Maldives. I'm easy with everything. I let Elizalde manage everything because he's good at that. "You seem happy. Opposite to what you were a month ago," Snow's voice from behind. I didn't look in her direction. She just sat down on the edge of the bed, watching me. "Well, people change. I guess that's what happened," I answered. I'm try
Lizzie . "Have fun on your honeymoon, okay? Then, let the love begin." Emma's eye winked. I laughed. This girl is crazy! "Hang on. Why do you have this?" She looked at the things inside my small bag and found the pills. My eyes grew extensive. I can't remember that I put it inside my bag. "No way! You're not taking this, are you?" My smile faded when I saw what she was holding. I thought I had put it inside my luggage. But I probably need to remember. "Give me that." I strode towards her to get it out of her hand, but she was quick. She moves away, trying to hide it from me. "You are crazy, Lizzie! You don't want to get pregnant?" She hides it in her back, and I'm trying to get it from her again. It was a juggle, and she gave me a frosty look. Finally, I stopped, and she shook her head. "You're not taking this with you, girl," she continued. I took a deep breath and looked at her thoughtfully. "Look, Emma. I don't want to make this complicated for Elizalde and me. Give me th
Elizalde . Day one. A calming breeze greets my morning. While sipping my coffee, looking at everything around me starts a good day. I've been dreaming of this for so long. And now that we're already here, it sounds surreal. I look back at her sleeping peacefully on our bed. She must be exhausted from the trip. It's the opposite feeling of what I have. Even when I was young, I traveled around the globe because of my father's business. I don't mind it. I like it. "You have fun, son. And if you like anything, don't hesitate to use our connection." My father said in the line. "Don't worry, dad. I'm fine. We are doing great." I chuckled and shook my head. The price of having a father like him sometimes add weight to my shoulder. There are things that I want to do without people knowing that I am my father's son. But because my father is a very influential man, my name was already attached to him. "I'm ensuring my son and daughter-in-law will be like king and queen," he laughs in the
Lizzie . "No, not yet," I answered and let go. I love to tease him. He started this, and it's not wrong to kiss him back. After all, Elizalde is mine. He's my husband. I pressed my lips together and looked back in his direction. His hands were now on his hips, and the strange look he gave me sent an electrifying need. My goodness, me! I messed up with the lion. He will eat me tonight, for sure. Oh well, I am ready. I need to buy some beautiful lingerie or think of what I will wear to bed tonight. I want to look good in front of him. "Come on over! What are you waiting for?" I laughed and walked away. I heard him chuckle, and he was now following me. I have the two couples' shirts in hand, and I will wear them. However, he also needs to wear the other one. I looked at myself in the mirror, made of traditional coconut wood designs. The design of the mirror was perfectly made. The saleslady who assisted me was very friendly and helpful. She even added a few hair clips to my hair,
Elizalde . Having her this close gives me more significant warmth and wants. I want her badly. I want to touch her skin, to taste her lips again, and I want her underneath me. There was a second sound of silence, and she looked down. Her face flushed, and that made me smile. "Don't be shy, love. It's not like we're doing it for the first time." "Yes, it is the first time." She cut me off and looked me in the eyes. I gritted my teeth while looking into her lips. Yes, she was right. This is our first as husband and wife. I could no longer utter more words because my heart and body could no longer give any excuse not to do this. She knows what's coming. She shut her eyes, waiting for me to kiss her. Dammit. I'm so proud of her, and this is how it should be. I kissed her with authority. It's deep, slow, and sweet. I want to savor each moment, contouring her mouth and kissing every bit of her inside. She didn't protest, and her hand looped around my neck. Our bodies touched, and
Lizzie . I kept biting my nails, and I couldn't think straight. I'm still inside the toilet. When I woke up, Elizalde was no longer beside me, and I just realized what had happened last night. We're not even drunk. There was no alcohol in our system when we did it. It didn't happen once because we did it more than four times! That was out of control because every time he tried to hug me behind, we ended up fucking. It was mind-blowing. My goodness, gracious! I forgot something. We forgot condoms! Shit. I immediately left the bathroom and looked for the pills inside my bag. It's not too late to take them. I need one now, or I don't know what will happen to me. My menstruation is always on a cycle. And to calculate my previous one. Oh my goodness, me! I must be fertile. I'm still determining. "Looking for something?" My heart suddenly beat with a strange force when I heard his voice. I looked at him, and my lips parted, seeing how attractive he was in the mornings. He looked lik