Chapter 90 - Abstinence - mduno
It was beautiful to hear him refer to his friends that way. I had never noticed it before, but his closest circle was like a brotherhood. They respected the hierarchy, but they were a block of "if you mess with one, you mess with all."
"That's a lot for you to say."
"Yes, since you're my girlfriend, you'll be my woman, my wife, and something more." I was already falling asleep again.
"You forgot your friend and lover on that list." He laughed again. "Tomorrow, please don't give me any more sleeping pills." He sighed, kissed me, then held me tighter.
"Forgive me for seeing what I really am." I hugged him tighter.
"You're my warrior angel." He hugged me tighter, and I fell asleep.
The alarm clock went off, and I sat up in shock. Who thought it was a good idea to set such a horrible alarm? The sun was shining into the room, and when I looked at the nightstand, I couldn't help but laugh. There were three bottles of pills, each next to an alarm clock. "You really are incredible, Roland," I thought. I took the one that was needed, and next to it was a small note.
I'll be back in a couple of hours. I love you, take your medicine.
The phone rang, and it was him.
"Good morning," I greeted. I could feel he was holding back laughter.
"I thought you'd be mad. The other two aren't as loud."
"You better be right, Roland, because I don't like waking up scared." Now he burst out laughing. "Where are you?"
"Buying a few things. There's nothing to eat, so I'll bring breakfast and some other items."
"Perfect. Don't take too long. I love you."
"I love you too."
I went into the bathroom of the luxurious bedroom, and as always with Roland's technology, every time I entered one of his properties, I had to analyze how everything worked. After pressing a bunch of buttons, nothing happened. I left, searched the drawers, and as I expected, there was clothing. However, the drawers were empty. For the first time, there was nothing in them.
I smiled at the frustration of having to bathe. I wrapped myself in a towel and went downstairs. Oh my God, Roland's idea of naming things! It was just a cabin, but it was an insult to the beauty he built. It was gorgeous, while still being simple. As always, he created a perfect environment with a dominant color; white, and in this case, shades of blue in all ranges. There was nothing more to say... It was perfect.
I reached the kitchen, and at least I understood the faucet. I managed to get water, took a large basin, filled it up. The cabin was very cool, but the heat was overwhelming, and I needed to bathe. I filled it, went up to the bathroom, and managed to freshen up by half-bathing. In the closet, there were Roland's shorts and t-shirts. I took one of each. They were long on me, once again personalized. There were only blue t-shirts. Before leaving, the second alarm reminded me to take my pill. The phone rang again.
"I already took it," I responded before he could speak. I heard his laughter again. "You're very happy! Can I know why?"
"Because you've forgiven me. In a couple of days, you'll be my wife. I don't know how you managed to bathe without me explaining how the shower works, but I can imagine what you did." I laughed. He was so detailed.
"You know me well."
"I bought you clothes. Yesterday was a rush; I couldn't wait to get you out of Bogotá."
"Don't take too long."
"I'm done. The town I'm in is over an hour away by road."
"How did you lose the cabin, Roland?"
"Rata said you'd go alone or with your friends, Lorena or Raúl, to the concert."
Hearing Lorena's name reminded me that she would be jumping with joy organizing my wedding.
"And I said you'd go with another guy, and he won."
"It's beautiful." He laughed again.
"Thanks, third point resolved." I frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
"I know what I mean. See you in a bit. I don't even want to imagine how you're dressed." I bit my lip.
"No underwear and just one of your t-shirts..."
"Veronica!" I laughed, imagining him adjusting his pants. "You do it on purpose, to make it worse for me."
"Don't take too long. I don't like being without underwear."
A loud sigh was heard on the other end of the phone. I laughed and ended the call. I walked around the area, and the more I looked at it, the more I liked the cabin. There was no one around; I imagine the nearest house is far from here. The sun was starting to get hot, and I was already hungry. The fridge was plugged in and only had a pitcher of water. I was about to go upstairs when I heard the car engine.
I ran out, he was getting out of the car, he saw me coming, and I ran and jumped on him. I didn't let him get far, I kissed him desperately and he kissed me back; we had been abstinent, we hadn't even touched over our clothes.
"Beautiful, don't do that." He was right, I couldn't wait for Saturday to come. "Don't make it hard for me, believe me, these days I've been jerking off more than ever." I burst out laughing. "You're going to pay for this, I'll make love to you as soon as we're declared husband and wife, as soon as the opportunity arises, you'll be mine."
"What did you bring?"
"What you heard, I'm not waiting for the wedding night, that will be at least the third time."
"I'm so hungry." His watch beeped, he looked at me.
"Ignore it. You need to take your medicine."
"You're worse than a nurse." He kissed me again. "Take it, I'll bring in the bags, we'll be here until Friday afternoon."
"Fine!"
I yelled as I entered the cabin and the alarm clock was ringing from the second floor. I took the pill, and when I came down, he was adjusting himself and laughing, he threw a bag at me.
"Please put this on, I don't want to see that beautiful ass for the next two days."
"Can you show me how the shower works?"
"Eat breakfast first."
As he said it, my stomach growled, and he even heard the concert going on in my belly. From the cabin, we organized the final preparations; the place where the gathering would be held was a huge country house with rooms, and we would be arriving in the afternoon. My family would arrive after us, so I would see my father from today.
Roland had also been organizing many things, sometimes he would lock himself in to talk on the phone, but most of the time we spent together, kissing, hugging, sharing moments that would stay in my memory forever. He had prepared the food during our stay, and the bruise on my forehead had faded a bit; I would look nice with a purple mark on my forehead.
"How many kids do you want to have, Roland?"
I asked while he was typing on his laptop and I was approving the final details sent by Inés. We were gently rocking in the blue-striped hammock on the balcony.
"Veronica, I won't talk about kids until we've been married for ten years, and even then... I don't want kids."
"They would be beautiful."
"I don't doubt it, their mother is an angel." I smiled at him.
"They'll have a father who would give his life for them."
"I wouldn't be a good father, Vida." He closed the laptop and looked at me. "I wouldn't be. Now get ready, you're not going to Bogotá dressed like that, you'll catch a cold and I don't want you to be sick for tomorrow. At least you won't be sleeping for several days straight." His lustful look revealed what sleepless nights meant.
"Shall we shower together?"
He made a face, the poor guy had resisted all my seductions, and there had been many, better not to remember, last night he almost broke his promise.
"Tomorrow, when you have a ring on your hand and the priest says you're my wife before God... Veronica, you'll pay for all the suffering you've put me through."
"I'll be ready to follow instructions, my lord."
He pulled me in a way... and his lips explored mine, he was already desperate, I barely touched him and his penis hardened.
"Tomorrow, finally tomorrow." I kissed him.
"We need to leave. Sometimes I think you'd play the demon role well too."
"They say there's always a bit of devil in every woman."
"And you would be quite the devil." We laughed.
Simon was waiting for us at the airport on the way back. I got to know the area, we were in the Morrosquillo Gulf region, it was a beautiful place. I hope to come back someday. And I would be Mrs. Sandoval. When we arrived in Bogotá, the ceremony venue was set up, the tables, the glassware, everything. Tomorrow was the big day, the moment to take the step to become the wife of the boss.