Marcelo was lost, lost in the darkness.
It had begun again, that painful memory etched in his mind was displaying again. The familiar wails of the twelve year old boy crying. His sobs wracked the small frame as though the weight of the world was bearing down on his shoulders. Marcelo's chest constricted with anguish, a full achd settled in the pit of his stomach, a constant reminder of the hurt inflicted upon him.
"What a good for nothing son you are!" Mr Oliver scolded, his feet colliding with the twelve year old Marcelo already bruised waist side. The kicking on his side was enough to send blood spilling out from his mouth.
"Can't you be useful for once?!" Mr Olivia continued scolding.
"Stop please stop" she begged. The reason for his suffering begged. The person who had gifted him to his father and now was suffering for being brought out to this world, for being forced out to the cold and brutal world.
Her shaky wrinkled fingers reached out to grip her husbands ankle in attempt to stop him from hurting her son.
"Fucking hell!" Me Oliver yelled
He had stopped kicking Marcelo and had moved over to his wife.
"I'm sick of the both of you. Die you moron!" He yelled as he stabbed into her abdomen.
Blood spilling on Marcelo's face.
"Die!" He yelled again.
Everything had switched. Marcelo was stabbing into his mother's abdomen continuously while his father laughed out loudly by his side, proud of his creation and then there's the figure, a shadow, his shadow, was mocking him, his smile so wide that it freaked Marcelo out.
Marcelo's hands stained with blood, like his hand was dipped in paint. Sweat dripping down his face as he shook his head in disbelief, eyes widened in horror as he refused to come in terms with what he had done.
"No, no, no," He kept yelling. His lungs squeszing cutting air out from him, his body stiff all of a sudden as he pushed, pulled, tossed, yelled, cried till he jerked back to reality.
Heavy breathing, chest heaving as he took in his surrounding.
He raked his hand through his hair shutting his eyes as he tried to calm himself down, the events of last night rushing back to him like flood.
Theressa's ex, Theressa's confession.
He picked up his phone from the bedside table as he dialed the number of a certain someone. He couldn't keep Theressa closer anymore.
For the past few days he had been feeling weird and Theressa was the sole cause, he had been doing unusual things since he met her. Things he would usually curse at, little things that he despised and could swear he would never do that. He was always possessive over his things but to Theressa, it was different, his conscience crawled at him whenever it came to Theressa. And hearing Theressa's confession yesterday was just over the line.
It made him realize what was really going on, it jerked him back to reality. He was getting too fond of her to the point she had been able to calm him down after his nightmares.
Sleeping has always being difficult for Marcelo since he was younger, even before his mother's death but with Theressa it came easily.
She's like the true sleeping pill the doctor refused to administer to him. And Marcelo hated that fact.
Though he didn't want her totally gone but he didn't want her close to him either.
"I want Miss Taylor transferred to the sales unit" Marcelo said to the call before ending the call.
Theressa surely wanted to be there initially, so maybe this is for the best.
Marcelo made his way out of his mansion after getting ready for the day. He wasn't going to the company though.
He needed something or rather someone to get his mind that was wrapped around Theressa, he needed it out of her grip. His biggest problem at the moment.
"Get me a good fuck" He ordered Kayden as they headed to the hotel.
But as they drove, Marcelo couldn't help but wonder if Theressa was still at the hospital, has she eaten? Has she rested? She looked pretty drained.
"What's the update for Miss Taylor" Marcelo asked Kayden. He had his men over at the hospital watching them. He was able to hold not asking about Theressa for only a while that felt so long to him but he couldn't help it.
He was worried about his kitten.
"She's still at the hospital sir" Kayden responded.
Marcelo said nothing even though he had a lot to say.
"Deliever food stuffs and flowers to the hospital" Marcelo ordered. His eyes facing the window as he stared at the happy couple at the road side. The male seemed to proposing the his girlfriend as he held on to a purple rose and a ring box.
"Pathetic" Marcelo muttered.
And that was it, it was time to get Theressa out of his mind. Thanks to his head bodyguard that always never got to fail at getting the best suiting lady for Marcelo.
The lady was nothing like Theressa she didn't have those Bambi eyes he loved to gaze at, those heart shaped soft looking lips that had him craving, her milky skin that he craved to leave hickeys in places no one but him could see.
Instead the lady was model-looking, just exactly the type he loved to fuck before Theressa came into his life.
Siren gaze, dark silky long hair, long slender legs, tanned skin, pointy nose.
Voice soothing, even as they moaned while he rammed into them, but today is different.
"Keep shut" Marcelo commanded. Her voice disgusting him. To Marcelo he wasn't feeling anything, the lady was too wrong for him, nothing she was doing seemed right to him, instead she disgusted him. Until it was Theressa.
The only one he craved to pleasure, his kitten. Marcelo would go straight to the deal just like the lady bent before him but for Theresa it was different.
He wants to pleasure her than to be pleasured and finally his dick had began to react. He was pounding into his kitten. The only one that had his mind all messed up.
"Fuck" he moaned
The slurpy sound filled the room as he shut his eyes picturing his kitten, gripping her slim slender waist, gracing her boobs.
Her lips parted open as she gasped, she could feel him, he could feel her.
Her soft and wet insides…
Marcelo breath became rapid, as he continuously pounded into her. Her Bambi eyes narrowed slightly as she gave him the look he loved. The look that showed him she belonged to him.
Soon he was spilling his liquid on her, his mouth parting as he released his cum and finally his eyes split open.
The lady was laid flat on the bed out of exhaustion, the body laid different from what he imagined while he fucked her.
He released a breath, disappointed in himself. He hasn't even had sex with Theressa and he was already feeling her, already going crazy for her.
He literally just came to the imagination of his secretary while fucking a stranger.
He's doomed, he knows it.
Theressa has started to break his walls and if he isn't careful the walls will crumble and she will get hurt by it.