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 and sometimes a blessing. Times like this it was a blessing.
Without wasting time, I mentally singled out the most attractive of all the men. I walked purposefully closer to him and his smile broadened as I neared him.
“You're one beautiful wo—” he started.
“Let's go to the restroom.” I kept my voice low and sultry so he'd be the only person who hears.
His eyes lifted in surprise at the blatant invitation, but he nodded and followed me. His arm moved around my waist, but I stepped out of it, giving him a warning stare.
I wanted sex, not misguided romance.
The bathrooms were all occupied, but fortunately, I found an empty one and it didn't smell that bad. I pulled him inside and flipped the locks. He was going to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. Instead, I lunged at him and slammed my lips against his. I was on fire; the earlier it was quenched, the fucking better.
“No talking,” I whispered against his lips, snaking my hand down and wrapping it around his erection. Unbiddenly, the image of Santos's naked body as he pleasured two women flashed in my mind. His dick was mouthwatering—long and fat, with thick veins.
Dammit! Stop, Rosianna.
Ceasing that thought, I unbuckled the stranger's pants, watching his dick sprang free. It had nothing on Santos's cock, but it was average at least. I massaged the head thoroughly, my tongue buried down his throat and moaned with satisfaction when precum spilled. He groaned, his hands hungrily roaming all over my body.
Finally, I broke the kiss and reached for my bag. I withdrew the condom, jerkily getting the job done. Pulling my dress up, I left it hanging above my waist, faced the mirror and gave him my back. “Get on with it,” I ordered breathlessly.
Those seemed to be the only words he was waiting for because he raised one of my legs to the counter, shifted my G-string and plunged into me. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut because I couldn’t bear to see my reflection in the mirror in front of me. I never could.
His thrusts were hard and fast, and he grunted his pleasures behind me while I bit my lips to keep mine in check. I couldn't stop thinking about Santos's words as another man fucked me in the restroom of a club.
“You offered the same body to my best friend! Jason told me!”
Tears filled my eyes. I fought really hard to keep them at bay. As pleasure raked my body, the crawling in my lower belly lessened, but my heart was hurting really badly, as if it had burst out of my chest. I cried out as my orgasm washed through me, momentarily keeping my mind blank as it sizzled my body, and I heard the groan of the man behind me as he came too.
Afterwards, I arranged my clothes, took the condom from him, and flushed it down the toilet. Then I picked up my bag and headed out of the restroom.
“Hey! You didn't even tell me your name,” the man called behind me.
I ignored him, walking away from him and straight out of the club.
That night, I laid down on the bed, but sleep eluded me. The ticking of the clock was loud in the silence of my room as I tried my best to fall asleep. My mind kept going back to six years ago. I tried so many times not to think about it, but it was really hard to do when sleep refused to come to the rescue. In the end, my mind drifted.
I remembered that very day, August fifth, when Santos had just told me in the middle of one of our fights that he’d be travelling to Paris. He was twenty-four to my eighteen years then.
SIX YEARS AGO...
“You know, it's just as well that I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow. At least we'll stop going at each other's heads,” Santos declared as he glared at me.
Those words had shocked me speechless. “What?” I'd always known that he was leaving but I didn't know that they set a date. It was too soon!
He shrugged. “I'm leaving tomorrow.”
The antagonism bled out of me. Our parents thought Santos and I saw each other as step-siblings, but for some reason, we'd never been able to see ourselves as that. It was always clear in my mind that Santos was adopted and there was no blood between us.
I began crying, begging him not to leave. He hugged me tightly, telling me he'd be coming back soon.
“I won't stay for more than a year. Why would I when you're right here? I can't stay that long without our fights,” he teased.
I gave him a watery smile, but I didn't pull away from his arms. It was a momentary truce. He kissed me then, awakening feelings I never knew existed before. His lips coaxing mine, teasing mine, his tongue tangling with mine, was so heavenly that I lost all reasons and melted in his arms.
When my back touched the bed, I gasped in surprise because I was so into him that I didn't know when or how we moved from the living room to his bedroom, and he ravished me. He touched me everywhere; his lips caressed me everywhere. His lips settled on my breasts, playing with them before he drew the left nipple into his mouth, drawing a pleasurable moan from my lips. I had wanted more. So much more.
“Let's do it,” I whispered feverishly to him.
He shuddered slightly but shook his head. “We can't, baby.”
“I want you, please,” I pleaded, my voice betraying the love I had for him, my body melting into his and wanting more.
But he pulled away slightly and shook his head again. “When I come back, I'll take you then. We'll make sweet, beautiful love, and I'll show you how it is between a man and a woman. In a year's time, Rosy.” He kissed me then and he added, “Then you'll be nineteen and you'll be mine. I promise, my sweet.”
He promised me right there on his bed, and he kept that promise. He didn't touch me anymore, but we kissed a lot before I had to go home. It was the best night of my life.
It was a promise I tugged away in a safe place in my heart, cradling it and cherishing it.
But, the next day, the devil opened the gates of hell for me and stole something from me forever.
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
My breath seized in my throat as I looked up, but it escaped in a deep sigh of relief when I saw Aunt Mariah.“Who do we have here? So you finally decided to come and see us, huh?” she asked with a smile, closing the door behind her. As always, her sense of fashion made me laugh.Aunt dressed well, but she wears too many colorful things at once. Red sandals. Yellow blouse. Pink skirt. Purple and blue hair ribbons. Orange bag. The colors never matched, but somehow she managed to look quite beautiful in them. It never got old, really. “What's funny?” she asked with a pout as she walked closer.I shook my head. “Absolutely nothing. You look good, Aunty. I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit. I've been so busy.”She waved me off with a smile. “Don't worry your pretty head. We get by.”“How have you two been?”“Have you seen our boy, Santos? Have you two met since he came back?” She sat beside her husband.Oh, Aunty. You have no idea.“Yes. He's looking well,” I said simply, for lack of
ROSIANNA“What favor is that?” I asked my aunty expectantly.“You see, there's this document we need right now, but we don't have it. It's the document of our property in Chicago we want to sell. The buyers will be coming real soon.”“You don't have it?” I asked, puzzled.She nodded. “Dante forgot it on the island the last time he visited there. Please go to the island and get it for us. We would have asked Santos, but he just came back and has been really busy in the office.”“Oh...”“Can you go up there to the island and get the papers?” she asked hopefully. “I'll call the sailor and have him to come pick at the riverbank. Please?”I wasn’t terribly busy at work that week, and Aunty rarely asked for favors. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. I'll go tomorrow.”“Ah. Thank God.” She breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Thank you, Rosy.”“Just call the sailor and tell him to be ready. I don't want to get stranded at the riverbank waiting for him to show up.”“Of course!” She smiled