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Author:Rovi Yuno / Unbroken
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II. The Man From A Decade
Her thoughts seemed to be endless as the warm water from her shower
head tried to wash away the infidelity she committed a while ago. The
caramel scented soap lathered quickly and she blankly scrubbed her body,
trying to remove dirt and all possible body liquid that might have
dried up.
She can still feel his thrust, slow then
fast, mild then wild. She was engulfed with different sensations and
emotions and she had to rid herself of them for it might be a cause of
her another orgasm. She finished her bath and left her sex burning.
She
went to their bed and caught a glimpse of her husband sleeping. She
didn't bother get in and first checked the kids on the other room. A
clumsy smile, accompanied by a series of pregnant sighs, plastered as
her eyes laid on her angels sleeping. Her source of happiness and
strength. Her daily dose of laughter. Her kryptonite.
She
tiptoed to avoid making sounds that might distract them from sleeping.
She gave M, who just turned 7, a kiss on the forehead. She fixed E's,
her 3-year old boy, blanket. She stared at them for a bit longer and
realized that the kids are growing. She has her dreams for them. Big
dreams.
"Mommy loves you both."
She
kept the lampshade on and went out of the room. She double-checked
everything before going to her walk-in closet for her nighties. She
decided to wear a simple black lace trim slip that gave more definition
to her curves and breasts.
She gently slid beside her
husband. Her husband tried to feel where she is and upon touching her
waist, he made a turn and spooned her. He has always been like that.
"Got work? Tired?" he said, in a sleepy tone.
"Yes.
Swamped. Rest now, you need to be early later. I already told the maid
to prepare your breakfast. I'm sending the kids to school," she said.
She
felt his hand exploring. She knew what he wants. She wanted to refuse
but he's already on top of her. With his hard-on obviously noticeable in
his boxers, she knows she's up for another fight.
"Silly," she said, emotionless.
"Just one round," he said.
She
spread her legs and let him in. Her sex hurt. She suddenly felt herself
loathing. She's disgusted but she couldn't show. He's thrusting faster
now. He's moaning. She's got to fake it. She started moaning. Her moans
were more of an obligation than pleasure. She tried to sync with him. He
finished. She didn't. She had to fake another orgasm.
"I love you, Ara," he said, breathy, raspy.
He gave her a kiss. She felt irritated with the sudden lip-lock.
"You're
heavy," she said, trying to make the other go away. He tossed himself
back to where he first was. He fell asleep. She washed then went back to
bed. With her thoughts still basking on her other man's afterglow, she
beamed a smile. Minutes later, she fell asleep.
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It's
already 8 in the morning and she's in a hurry fixing stuff. The maid
just finished feeding the kids and she has just finished her hair. She
went out of the room and see the kids delighted seeing her. She gave
them kisses.
"Mommy's leaving. Mommy might go home late
tonight, so better be good to daddy. If the two of you won't be good, I
won't be buying your toys this weekend," she said, rather in a sweet
tone.
"Yes, Mommy. I love you," said M.
" I love you, Mommy," E added.
She got to the office just at the nick of time. She exchanged pleasantries with her people before heading to her own space.
"Ma'am. There's a package inside your office," the girl said.
"Yes, thank you," she said calmly, though she's surprised.
She went inside her room and saw a bouquet of roses and magnolias. Beside is a medium-sized teddy bear.
She got surprised when she saw the card the bear carries,
"I love you. You are the most beautiful woman I've seen. I'd see you tonight."
From: The man from a decade.
She
needed not to think twice who the sender was. Her heart felt weak. Her
face blushed. Thoughts of her family have vanished. Does this call a
shot for happiness?
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