It was barely sunrise when Kate finished bathing and put on a sundress, then draped a shawl over her shoulder.
She wanted to go out to the shore and bask in the fresh air and the harassing sea scent.
Last night was a long one…between she and Alex. It was intense to the nth degree. Hell, Alex didn’t quit in giving her bouts of orgasm.
He didn’t stop flushing his seed down her system.
He made love to her…he didn’t fuck her. All his touches left a trail of fire in Kate’s body.
Honestly, her affection for him doubled. It enlarged, it almost tore through her heart.
Her hunger for him was deep.
The ministrations she got in return was deeper. Cutting through her nerves and gloving her senses. They didn’t even budge when their cell rang endlessly.
Alex pressed her down on the bed, impaling her sex with his thickness, stretching and claiming whatever affection that slipped out of her in a moan.
He almost…almost told Kate he loves her but he got his bearings at the last minute. Instead, he poured those feelings into his strokes and kisses.
Kate was worn out. Her voice hoarse from moaning, crying and whimpering. She pled for him to give her some reprieve but Alex didn’t let on.
He stroked her. Telling her to bear him one last time yet when she managed, he came back again.
Hell, it made Kate wonder if he took some drugs…Viagra maybe, because the man was all over her. He didn’t stop.
Even in the middle of the night he took her, spoon position, wheelbarrow, missionary, doggy, you name it.
Alex poured himself in her. For a moment , Kate wondered the number of twins she'd have conceived if she wasn’t on IUD.
Hell, the man was insatiable. Kate knew this before but last night was a confirmation of her guesses.
What burst her head at last was how he got some wet washcloth after the last session and began wiping her clean.
He murmured words of endearment to her. She was vaguely of aware of it, though because he fucked her brains out. Her body was but a liquid by the time he let her take some rest. Very liquid.
When Kate then woke up not long ago, she found the room empty and wondered where Alex must have went to.
She noticed he took his bathe before he left because the bathroom floor was wet when she came to relive her bladder, stowed with urine.
Then after, Kate grabbed her broken-screen phone from the nightstand and tried to see if she could see the people that called her.
It was a fruitless attempt though. However, she was sure as hell that Tiffany called. Maybe her baby boy wanted to speak with her.
Kate made a mental note of using Angela’s phone to call her sister and hear her sweet boy’s voice. She dropped the phone and then went to take her shower.
Now, she was all dressed up and ready to head to the shore for some fresh air. The morning sun was slowly rising in the horizon.
Kate took in her form in the mirror and then gathered her hair in an updo before she walked to the door.
When Kate stepped out into the sitting room of the Bed and breakfast, she saw the man…pornstar that Angela shot the scene with. Though, he’s advanced in age, the man looked fit. Physically strong. Handsome with his chiseled jaw. His blue eyes sharp as the turquoise blue of the sea. He was tall…about six foot…four. Almost the same size as the sex gods.
And Kate noticed one more thing about him, he looked wealthy. His regal movement gave him away. Why is someone that looked this rich desired to be a pornstar?
Well, that’s a question she can’t provide an answer to.
The man in question sat by the couch, close to the unlit fire place. The sleeveless thermal shirt he wore exposed his stack of muscles and they rippled with stroke of his fingers against the keyboard of his phone.
Oh, Kate wouldn’t blame Angela if she drooled over someone like him. He’s swoon-worthy.
Gushing a sigh and thankful the man didn’t notice her staring feast on him, she turned and wove through the door of the bed and breakfast.
Outside, she found out that other crew members are there chattering away but Alex wasn’t. She would have asked about him but she is only a pornstar and employee to him. Not his girlfriend.
Decidedly, Kate greeted them…Owen gave her a long stare and nodded. Then she marched towards the shore.
She was almost close when she saw someone standing by the rim of the waters, dipping her leg into it and her arm wrapped around her chest.
The breeze whipped Angela’s hair, marring it over her face. In short strides, Kate reached her and whispered.
“Hey.”
Startled, Angela turned and gasped. She slapped her hand over her chest as she tried to tamp out her skyrocketed heartbeat.
“Didn’t hear your footfalls.” Angela effused.
“Because I was walking on the sand. Not on a tile or wood.”
Answering, Kate moved over and stood beside Angela, equally letting the water slap against her feet.
“Did you see Alex this morning?” She spared Angela a quick glance and asked.
Looking over at Kate, she shrugged her shoulders. “Not at all. Maybe he went out.”
A short moment of silence descended between them. Each buried in their thoughts.
“Did you…later figure out what I told you about him?” Angela, broke the silence with her question.
“I don’t know how to read people but… what he did to me last night was so intense.” A sigh. Then. “I love him, you know. And his brother. It’s just that it’s immoral and might cause problems between them.” She stated, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“Have you been with Aiden before?” Angela asked, eyes boring into the far ends of the sea.
The morning sun beamed on their skins and they basked in its warmth.
“Yes. Many times. Aiden and I started off in a wrong rail but along the line, we figured we're kind of compatible.”
Angela cut her eyes to Kate and asked. “Is he possessive of you too?”
At that question, Kate had to let her mind roll around the memory lane. She remembered that night he bumped into she and Alex at Alex’s house.
The pains he felt was apparent. Then, the other time they were making out at Aiden’s place but was interrupted by Angela’s call. He’d thought she stopped their session because of Alex. His jealousy was clear, despite his efforts to hide them.
Aiden acts just the same way as his brother, Alex.
Does that mean…both brother’s want her?
“I think so. I think he does.” She let out, sighing.
“That means they both want you for themselves. Individually.”
“But it won’t work.”
Angela shrugged. “We might not be certain about them wanting you but…I’m certain they can’t having you individually.”
A pause. Some moments of deafening silence. Then. “Unless they share you.” Angela added.
“it is possible?” Kate’s brows arched as she looked over at Angela.
Nodding, she answered. “Very possible Kate. If you are sure their fight is about you. Then you'll be the one to unite them. In love. However, until we're sure that is the truth, Kate. Play dumb about the whole thing.”
Kate allowed Angela’s words to sink into her mind. A part of her jerked in happiness and the other part jerked in anxiety.
If it’s true the sex gods wants her…how will she hide her relationship from her family? Especially her father?
While they wallowed in the silence they erupted between them, Angela whirled back, only to pause in her stride. Worried, Kate looked back and there stood the man from the night before, boring his eyes into Angela’s.
It was as if the air around them stiffened. Kate noticed the fleeting look of want that passed between them before the man walked away.
Clearing her throat, she stated. “You like him.”
It wasn’t a question but Angela cut her eyes away from the man and nodded. “Yes, I don’t know why I’m so attracted to him, Kate. From the very moment I set eyes on him at Brazzers.”
Angela’s face flushed red.
“I don’t want to have anything to do with one man again. I’ve gotten my fair share of heartbreak from Crane.” Angela ground out. Her heart is tap-dancing in her chest as the man’s face flickered in her head. The way he handled her flashed through her mind.
He had talked with her after the scene last night. Angela was too scared about what she felt and ran away into her room. She’s sure he came looking for her now.
Why is he…after her?
“Why don’t you give him a chance?”
“No, I can’t.” She snapped.
Kate turned and faced her. “Not all dudes are stupid, you know.”
Kate was referring to her son’s father here not just Angela’s ex-boyfriend. She had thought the man that laid with her six years ago to be stupid not to come back and check up on her to know if she got pregnant. He should have…because he knew he took her without protection, so anything could have happened thereafter but he never showed up.
“So, I think you should allow him a chance to prove his worth. Just like you’re telling me about the twins.”
After that, she turned and let Angela ruminate over her words. While on her way to leave, she spotted the man in question a few meters away. Eyes pinned on Angela’s back.
He likes her, Kate thought.
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No amount of liquor can chase down the guilt.
No amount of thought can make stop him from thinking about it.
It’s eating him alive.
What he did to Cheska, it’s swallowing him whole.
What he did to their first love, it’s killing him every time he loved Kate more.
He's scared of repeating the same thing again. If Kate declares she loves Aiden more than him. He might do it Again.
He might hurt her like he hurt Cheska.
He might…break her like he broke Cheska.
He might rape her…like he did to Cheska.
Alex slammed the glass of liquor on the counter, and the bartender gave him the look.
The bar is empty. He's the only customer here and he had come to see of he'll ward off some thoughts from his head.
He made love to Kate last night and his feelings for her magnified. He watched her while she was sleeping and those clamoring voices started again. Telling him that Kate will end up choosing Aiden.
And he…will end up embracing the darkness within him and repeat the same mistake he did six years ago.
He might force himself on Kate. His new lover. His heart desire.
And if he does…Aiden will then find out about his deepest secret.
How he abused their first love, Cheska.