A V E L I N AI woke up the next morning feeling like crap. I hadn't been able to get much sleep. All I had been able to think about was how I had cheated on Raphael.I got dressed and left the room, the smell of coffee filling the air. I went down the stairs and into the kitchen, and Lorenzo stood in front of the counter.He wore a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and his hair was styled."Hey," He said, looking up from his phone.I ignored him and went straight to the kitchen, I could hear his footsteps as he followed me."About last night, we shouldn't have done that. It was a mistake." I said, turning to him."Avelina," His voice was low, and his tone held a warning."No, we shouldn't have done that. I'm fucking engaged, Lorenzo. What the hell were you thinking?" I said, frustrated. He frowned, "Don't try to blame me. I'm not the one who gave in. You're a fucking hypocrite. You were the one begging me to fuck you."I winced at the word, the memories from last night rushing back. I di
A V E L I N AThe day was warm, and the sun was high in the sky. The birds chirped, and the smell of fresh grass filled the air.I looked around at the people milling about, and my heart filled with sadness. Coming back to New York has been filled with nothing but sadness, and the pain was almost unbearable.The last few days had been a blur. After making my decision, I couldn't find a way to break the news to Raphael. I just couldn't. I was ashamed, ashamed that I couldn't keep my legs close.I had broken down, and I knew that I was just being a coward. I needed to tell him the truth. It was the only way.He had the right to know, and I couldn't hide it from him anymore.Giovanni's visit to my house earlier today was sudden and I couldn't get our conversations out of my head. The threats he'd thrown at me."So, the rumors aren't really rumors after all." We're first thing he had said as soon as I opened the door.Then he proceeded to ogle at me, my body curling with disgust. He looke
A V E L I N A He carried me into the bedroom and laid me on the bed, his hand gently caressing my face. "Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes filled with concern. He was worried about me, and the fact touched my heart. "No," I replied honestly, my voice breaking. "I was so scared. I didn't think that would happen to me. I was so scared he was going to hurt me. I've never been that scared in my entire life." "I'm sorry," He said. "I'm so sorry, Avelina. This shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry I couldn't keep you safe. I should have kept you safe. If I had known, I wouldn't have left you alone. I'm so sorry." "It's not your fault," I replied. "You didn't know. You didn't know what was going to happen. Please don't blame yourself. It's not your fault. It's mine. It's my fault. If I had stayed at home and not went anywhere, maybe this wouldn't have happened." "It's not your fault. Don't say that." "But it is." "It's not." He said firmly. "You couldn't have known. That bastard deserves
A V E L I N AMy mind was a jumbled mess. I was laying, completely naked, wrapped in the arms of my ex husband as he peacefully slept. I couldn't fathom the amount of betrayal that had just occurred.I had allowed Lorenzo to make love to me. I had begged him to make love to me and I had let him.What was I thinking?What the hell was I thinking?I should have never let him touch me.But I was weak and broken, and I had needed him. I had needed him to make me feel better, to take away the pain and the hurt. And now, I was living in regrets.Even in his sleep, his grip on me was tight. Like he was scared to let me go. Lorenzo? Scared? Both words should never be together. He didn't care about anyone but himself.My mind went back to when he confessed his "feelings" to me after sex, while yet still accusing me of cheating on him in the same statement. I didn't know what to say, how to react or even if I should tell him I loved him back.What would have happened if I told him the truth?Th
A V E L I N AHe wrapped my legs around his waist and thrusted deep into me. He began fucking me, his pace brutal and hard."Lorenzo, oh God," I cried out. The pleasure was overwhelming. He was pounding into me, his dick filling me completely.His pace was relentless and a bite of pain and pleasure was mixed with each thrust. "Fuck, Avelina," He groaned, his breathing ragged."I'm going to come. Oh fuck. Come on my dick, baby.""I'm close," I cried out, the pleasure overwhelming. He didn't stop, continue fucking me rough and hard. All I could see was stars. My screams could be heard from a thousand miles, my hair was wet from sweat sticking to my face, and I was a hot and sweating mess."I can't," I cried. "It's too much. Oh God, Lorenzo. Please."He didn't stop, his pace was brutal. I grabbed his back, unintentionally digging my nails into his skin. He didn't seem to care, the look in his eyes were full of lust."Fuck," He groaned, his body tensing. "I'm going to come.""Me too," I b
A V E L I N AHe got up and walked towards me. I didn't back away. "I'm sorry," He whispered, pulling me closer to him."Don't, I can't handle anymore of this," I pushed him away. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, he nuzzled my neck and I closed my eyes, a small moan leaving my lips."Please don't," I whispered, my body betraying my mind."Stay," He said, kissing my shoulder. "I'll drop you off later if you want.""We can't keep doing this. I have a dignity to protect, Lorenzo. You think lowly of me, yet you keep fucking me. You don't believe a word that comes out of my mouth. Why are you still torturing me like this?""What do you mean?""The only thing I'm asking of you is to believe me. To not see me as the woman who cheated on you. Instead, you make me feel like I'm nothing but a whore, someone you use and throw away whenever you want.""You're not a whore," He said. "I'm ready to look past–"I pushed him away from me and walked into the closet to change. Of course, did I
A V E L I N AI was exhausted, mentally and physically.The past three weeks were torture. I've been having a hard time dealing with all that's happening, and it's taking a toll on my mental health. The kids were in school and I was having at time alone today. I haven't shown my face at work for two weeks and I've received calls from several of my staffs, but I didn't have the heart to pick their calls.I didn't want to face them or anybody. I've basically been ghosting for the past three weeks, and even my best friend has not been able to reach me. I've been ignoring her calls. I had told Raphael I needed a little space and he had thankfully respected my decision. How was I supposed to face him after all I'd done? I knew he noticed I wasn't wearing his ring anymore, but was waiting for the right time to ask me. My mother had noticed that something was wrong when I returned, it was unexpected. I still had a couple more days and it only increased her suspicions, but I gave her no cl
A V E L I N A I was standing in front of Raphael's house, ready to break the news. My palms were sweaty and I could feel the anxiety in my stomach. This wasn't going to be easy, and I didn't know how to go about it. But, it had to be done. I hasn't told him that I was going to be coming, and he was probably busy. I didn't want to bother him, but I just wanted this over with. I didn't bother ringing the doorbell and walked into the house. The living room was empty, but I could see light illuminating from his office, which could only mean he was in there. Raphael was well to do for himself, working under a large firm. His pay was good, but he had always complained it wasn't enough and never wanted to work under someone, but he didn't have the funds to start up his own firm. I, however, offered to fund his dreams and he was excited and quick to accept. We had this conversation two months ago, and ever since then, he kept reminding me of my promise and how I should make sure that it'