Soaking herself deep in the bathtub had been proving to be a damn good recovery therapy. Scratch that she had always enjoyed the sweet spices of the body wash that Guinevere had restocked every month even before then. Her skin had become addicted to it, glowing more especially when she moisturized it with a body milk which had come as a set with the wash, as well as oil and scrub. Despite her almost skeletal state, her skin hadn't depleted in being beautiful, and albeit more pale than it had been before, it was shimmering beneath the foamy waters she had soaked her body in. Clara played with the bubbles floating above the water, her head placed against the marble bathtub. She still didn't have everything planned out, but she had spoken to her mum and started packing to go home for a week at least. She had booked her ticket online for the next morning, the best decision she could make at the moment considering how she had insisted on sending her caretakers away. She refused to po
The heart was a willful bitch; it clung to its subject of interest irrespective of how toxic they were, and commanded the body to do the same against the mind's better judgment. Her palms tightened around Andre's jacket of their own volition, her head lying on his chest, listening to that provocatively serene music played by the fast beats of his heart. She was completely conscious today, sane enough to testify that he was really lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom. Yet it felt like a dream she was afraid of waking up from, despite her awareness that she needed to snap out of it. Clara kept quiet, making no effort to resist which had nothing to do with the weakness that washed over her. She craved and had missed being in his arms; perceiving that faint whiff of aftershave which mingled with his cologne and masculine sweat to a signature fragrance that ought to be sold as an aphrodisiac. It was fucking awesome, inducing more sexual energy than the aphrodisiac mists use
The doorbell went off almost the same time with her phone notification sound, tugging Clara away from the blissful sleep her body had succumbed to. Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the semi-darkness of her room which created an illusion of the early hours of the morning. The sun was however peeping through the shut blinds, their shadows making efforts to announce the real time of the day and whisper how long she had slept to her. Her body was a testament to that; well rested and a tad stronger than her bones had been before. That didn't however imply her body's readiness to engage in a marathon. She was simply a lot less shitty than the previous night. Remembering what had woken her up, she reached for her phone which lay on the nightstand next to another quiet one, sucking a deep breath as she recalled how that other phone had kept going off incessantly in the night till Andre had changed its settings and silenced it. She told herself a
"I'll leave so you can get some rest, but I'll be back."Clara wasn't replaying those words in her head, nor were her eyes turning to the door every five minutes since seven o'clock when the sun completed its departure and the moon took precedence over the skies. She hadn't also laid in the couch in the living room in lieu of going to her bed, so she wouldn't miss hearing the doorbell when it rang.She hadn't also been missing him since her doorbell went off in the afternoon and the hospital crew appeared in her line of vision with instructions from Andre to check up on her. Neither had she thought of him as she ate the delicious healthy meal he had ordered to her address.She wasn't missing him, and she intended to lie to herself for as long as she could.Perhaps she was already reaching her breaking point, wrapped in the duvet she had dragged with her from her bed, her eyes alternating between the door and the clock. It was 9 o'clock now, and it marked two hours since her neck had
He cuddled her in her dreams, that realm of unrestricted possibilities which afforded her the luxury of being in his arms, his voice whispering to her in that low guttural tone that sent her juices flowing. His breath was fanning her ears, his palms running through her body. And how quickly did such romantic fantasy take an erotic turn? Those fingers which had known her most intimate places slipped into her tight opening, finding her wet and ready like a flower, her nectars flooding his thick fingers. His thumb rubbed against her clitoris in a slow circular motion, eliciting a loud moan from her. And inducing a flood of juices down her body which soon started to make her uncomfortable... It was almost as if she were... Clara's eyes snapped open, awakened by her heavy bladder which was almost quite ready to send it raining down her thighs. With a low curse, she dashed out of bed and found her way to the bathroom, her eyes shut in ecstatic relief as the heavy burden of biological ne
"You... That was manipulation!" "But do you want to leave me, honestly?" He still hadn't let her go, although his fingers had ceased to be in her walls and breasts. His arms were now wrapped around her, his nose buried in her neck. The scent of her arousal was fresh in his fingers irrespective of his having sucked them clean.She couldn't think with his body that close to hers, her brain breaking that chain of rationality which ought to be making her push him away.Andre didn't exactly exude green flags, but red had never been so attractive as it was on him. She wasn't supposed to get intimate with him again till she straightened the vagueness of their relationship, yet here she was, her hair plastered to his chest as though it belonged there."I... You hurt me." The words managed to leave her lips, proclaiming the honesty she hadn't planned to tell him. Her heart ached as flashes of those ugly scenario made a gallery in her mind, and it reflected in her eyes which became downcast, s
With the lights flooding the room, Andre swallowed hard, his erect cock throbbing in response to that natural attraction he had never been able to fight. She was beauty and strength laced with delicacy and aphrodisia. Her cat-like green eyes mirrored the haunting desire which overwhelmed and weakened him to a state of powerlessness, that creamy porcelain skin making a play of the glow of the white sheets as she lay on it.She was everything and every fucking thing he had never imagined, and his fingers reached for her gently, his cautious steps mirroring his fear of being burned in the glowing fires of her light. She watched him with confused eyes which reflected varying emotions, but one was clear. Irrespective of what she couldn't understand, she knew the place of interest which afforded them a mutual understanding, and didn't waste time acting on it.Wordlessly, she started that agonisingly slow seductive act of spreading her photographic built legs, exposing that beautiful apex
Gonzalo López had never looked more uncomfortable than he did at that moment, losing all the composure Clara had known him for. It was as though he was ready to bury himself deep in the ground, while at the same time the situation before him seemed too surreal to be believed. For Clara who had just been caught by the person she worked with at the office, she could only imagine if this was how Andre had felt when she had unmasked him at the club.Because right now, her first instinct was to wish that the chief secretary would be transferred to as far as Afghanistan where she wouldn't have to set her eyes on him again. Her cheeks were sure flooded with obvious shades of deep embarrassment, judging by the hotness which was currently spreading through her blood. "Mr. Gonzalo, you came to see Clara I suppose?" Her eyes flew to her boss who had suddenly regained that composure he used at the office which made him stay in control of the most dire situations. But although she had never ima