She bit her lips and shook her head. I could feel her tension, her muscles coiled tight as if she wasn’t sure if she could control her vocals. I knew for sure that she couldn’t. Rosy was like a live wire.I couldn't resist the arrogant grin as I palmed a soft sponge and handed it to her. She flushed in understanding, then glared at me. She took the gag but didn't stuff it into her mouth. I arched a brow challengingly. I gripped the upper part of her thighs, gently spreading her open with my thumbs. Yet another tremor went through her, and I loved that. Loved how fast and desperate her breathing had gotten in the steamy confines of the shower. I leaned in, licking a path straight up the middle of her sex, getting a taste of all that salty wetness, the flavor exploding on my tongue and going straight to my head like a shot of the very best alcohol money could buy. I meant to tease her clit a bit more, make her moan, but I couldn’t help myself, leaning in farther and pushing my tongue d

ROSIANNAMy mother has killed me. Utterly murdered me. And that asshole, Santos, wasn't trying to make things any easier.I walked towards the dining chair, lowered myself on it, and peeked at my mother beneath my eyelash. She was shaking her head, but I would have sworn that it was a smile I was seeing on her face. She was clearly enjoying rattling us too much.“You two better have a more permanent relationship in mind than 'friends' or 'friends with benefits,’ or I'll tell Mariah about this,” my mother declared.Santos and I gave each other a horrified look. He turned towards my mother and shook our heads at the same time.“Hell, no.” Santos was the person that replied. Obviously, he knew that whatever my mother was, she had nothing on his mother.My mother was still in interrogation mode. She asked indifferently, “So, what are you two young people saying?”I hung my head again. “Santos and I are in a relationship now,” I grumbled. Which woman in this day and age had ever been in th

Santos and I had a pleasant dinner together. We kept it casual and relaxed. It was just like every other time that Santos and I had a meal together.The following three weeks were quite lovely. My birthday had already passed. I turned twenty-five years old and refused to celebrate it. Not that Santos listened to me. That very night he called me over to his house saying he had something to say to me, only for me to meet a well-decorated place, soft music, and the best dinner I’d ever eaten my whole life.I tried to catch up at the office, and all my spare time—which wasn’t a lot—I spent with Santos.The most miraculous discovery of the weeks was turning out to be my addiction. It had been five days since Santos and I were intimate, and yet I felt as good as new. Not that I was cured or anything. No, because I still felt its effects once in a while, but it was as if the past few months had drained a lot of the effects of the drug in my system. I didn’t know how to explain it at all. All

SANTOSHours later, Rosy laid against me, her head on my chest, her arms around me. I stroked her head while she sighed in bliss.After looking for a way to say this, I decided that there's no other way to say.“I'm travelling tomorrow. It's some kind of emergency trip,” I revealed at last.She tensed up but only a bit, I wouldn't have caught it if we weren’t pressing against each other. “A business trip?” she asked softly.I thought about it. It was better if I told her that it was a business trip. Rosy didn’t believe that there was any chance that she’d ever be cured, and she was scared to hope. After weeks of searching and failing, I was finally able to connect to a very high-profile doctor, Dr. Mehra, in India that might—just might—be able to help. Actually, it was another doctor who knew a private doctor that I was going to see. Through him, I could talk with Dr. Mehra.“Mmm. It's a business trip in India.” A lie with an atom of truth.“India? Since when do the company deal in I

ROSIANNAMy eyes drew open, hitting the wall. The house's silence told me I was the only one there.The events of last night flooded my head. The lovemaking. Santos's trip. I swiveled my head to the clock and groaned. It was two in the afternoon.Santos must have left.“I slept the whole day,” I groaned, lowering my head to wallow in self-pity for a few seconds. Thank goodness it was Saturday.I moved my lower body to get up and cried out from the ache that shot through my body. “Santos, that beast!” I gasped as I tried to breathe through the ache.I laid down there for a few more seconds to allow the ache to fade, and all the while, I called Santos every bad name that came to my lips.Afterwards, I tried to lift myself again. “Aarh!!” I cried out when the ache spread all over again. Oh, my God! I laid back on the bed and gave up on getting up. I didn't know how long I laid there just listening to the ticking of the clock. I reached out for my phone, and thankfully, my hand could reac