CHAPTER 38

“Uh-huh?” He nodded, as if he were still interested in hearing what I had to say. My brow furrowed, and he was severely beaten across the chest.

“What do you mean when you say ‘Uh-huh’? That’s my reason!” I couldn’t stop crying; I was inconsolable for no obvious cause. I was enraged and pissed off, enraged because why was I furious with Alyssa? I was pissed off because why was I irritated if they were simply talking? My thoughts were making me feel as if I wanted to pass out at any moment.

“Then why are you crying? I did nothing? I was simply responding to Alyssa’s queries. I did not extend our chat; she simply introduced another topic. When I attempt to include you into the conversation, you just simply nod. What’s the problem?” I wept once again; what’s wrong with me?

I shook my head and bowed. I was truly embarrassed. I’d previously beaten him out of annoyance, but I was still at a loss for an explanation.

“Are you jealous? Hm, I see.”

“No!” I received no response from him but his laughter. His hands rose from my waist to tightly embrace me. He cradled my face on his chest and massaged my shoulder softly.

“Oh dear, my baby is having tantrums...” he murmured, his voice juvenile. I pinched his waist due to embarrassment.

“I am not a child.” I raised my eyes and locked them on his.

“Yes, indeed. You’re right; you are no longer a baby,” he stated with a grin. He lowered his gaze to my chest, as if to convey the message that I had outlived my youth. I looked at him quickly and whacked his arm hard.

“You pervert, put your gaze away from my chest!” His grin grew even further, and I was not sure whether I was thrilled that he was looking at me because I was sexy or because of the way he was looking. I was not uncomfortable; I was just ashamed since this was the first time he had looked at me in this way, too seductively.

“This gown is far too seductive and flashy; I nearly passed out when I noticed how high your heels were when you entered the garden earlier. Your bangs are hidden, and for the first time in a long time, I noticed your forehead was quite clean. This increases your seductiveness. Your boobs are almost visible, and every man in that godforsaken garden is staring at you as if you’re some sort of supermodel.” He said with a grimace, as if he was still recalling all he had observed previously.

“Don’t you like it? What am I wearing?” I wanted him to express how much he liked my look; of all the people that attended today, he had the viewpoint I was most interested in hearing. Even if I was considered ugly by others, it was as long as I was the prettiest in his eyes.

“Of course not. What are you talking about? You are the most beautiful woman here. I love it so much.” He kissed my collarbone after saying that. I was not sure, but that gave me a strange feeling.

When he began planting light kisses on my chest, up to my collarbones and neck, the place fell silent. His kisses lingered on my neck; the kiss he delivered there was peculiar, not tender but not too hard.

“Someone might come in,” I murmured, firmly closing my eyes. He didn’t appear to hear what I said; he continued doing what he was doing as if it were his job.

“Pierre, someone will come in and caught us—”

“This is my room; no one disturbs me here; they always assume I’m relaxing or sleeping.”

“But the maids saw me with you; the dean or your auntie might know what we’re doing here.” I couldn’t help but feel uneasy; they had no idea Pierre and I were dating.

“They won’t tell them unless someone asks, and even then, they won’t interfere with us; we cherish our privacy a great deal in this house. They’ll be more enraged if someone bothered us here.”

I did nothing but to shut my mouth. He kissed me once again, this time on my lips. His kisses were intense, and he appeared to be extremely thirsty while doing so. I remained seated on his thigh, which limited my mobility.

His hands began going around my body, and as they reached my mound, I let out a soft and deep sigh. I felt him untie the knot on the strap of my dress, which promptly fell off.

Embarrassment consumed my entire existence when I saw that my boobs were entirely exposed. I was not wearing a bra, the dress I was wearing earlier was padded.

I was going to lift the dress when Pierre grabbed my hip and forced me to stand. He brought me to the bed and promptly laid me down.

“Do you want to do it again?” he inquired, his gaze locked on mine. I nodded a few seconds later. That was his go signal, and he began removing the buttons from his cloth one by one, still staring directly at me.

I was unaware of the minute until he was finished. He kissed my lips deeply. I encircled his waist with my thighs, compelling him to draw closer to me.

His kisses found their way to my chest. I closed my eyes once again when he massaged one of them and played with the other with his mouth.

Damn, Mr. President was an expert at multitasking.

My lips were sealed in a faint groan till he withdrew my curled thigh from his waist.

He kissed my leg all the way up to my thighs. I bit my lip hard when it gave me an odd sensation.

I couldn’t wait any longer and preceded him in taking off his belt. He was simply watching me as if I was his favorite television show. Despite my embarrassment, I continued doing what I was doing.

When I successfully removed his pants, he moved voluntarily. He snatched the jeans from my grasp and extracted something from its pocket.

Of course, we always needed protection.

I chewed my lip and silently watch him put the condom. After doing that, he raised his eyes and met mine.

“Stand up,” he said solemnly. I didn’t know what he was gonna do, but I still followed his command and totally removed my dress before standing up.

I was now only wearing my underwear.

I bit my lip as I observed him leaning on the bed’s headboard. I nearly came to a halt as he reached for my hand and set me back on top of him.

“W-What are we going to do now?” I was honestly at a loss on what to do next. We never did this position; in fact, we did it only once, and my only position was lying down.

He removed my underwear and tossed it to the side. I was about to ask something, but I came to a halt when I felt the tip of his manhood at the mouth of my femininity.

I bit my lip as he gently inserted it into me.

“Oh, my goodness...” I took a deep breath as I felt his wholeness. Pierre’s lecherous eyes glowed as he glanced at me. He slowly began moving my hips up and down.

That speed wasn’t enough for me, so I moved my hips with my own pace. I placed both of my hands on his shoulders. I began moving at my desired speed. I could feel my lips aching because of my hard biting. As with our first time doing it, it still felt good, insanely good that I couldn’t even express what was I feeling with words.

“Ah...” My mouth dropped open as I closed my eyes tightly. Pierre’s gaze remains fixed on me, even while I moved quickly on top of him.

I heard him whisper a curse when I clenched my walls. I was not sure how many curses I said in my head when he started moving on his own pace. His thrusts were deep, and I was gasping for air due to the speed of it.

“Fuck,” he murmured quietly. He pressed his eyes shut, his mouth parted open, and raised his gaze to the ceiling.

A few more thrusts and my legs began to shake; the hot liquid from my insides came down to his manhood, but he had not yet stopped. He moved faster until I felt his manhood buried deep inside me.

I almost dropped my body on him out of exhaustion. Our breathing was equally heavy as we hugged each other.

He murmured in my ear, “You’re driving me insane, Aurora Elyse.” I grinned and kissed him on the lips quickly.

“Get up; I’ll clean you up.” He pulled me up and laid me on the bed. I did nothing but wait for him to return from the restroom.

It was a miracle I didn’t fall asleep this time; my entire mind was wide awake, as if I had slept all day and only just awoken.

When Pierre returned from the shower, he was dressed in new clothing, he also had something extra which I believed was for me.

He cleaned and clothed me; I simply did what he instructed me to do to speed the process. He leaned over me and draped the large blanket across the two of us when he finished dressing me up.

“Are you gonna stay here the entire night?” he inquired. He cradled my head in his arms, and as a result, our bodies became increasingly entwined.

“Yes. Iris and I will spend the night here; we have also brought clothing. We’re meant to sleep in her room, but knowing Iris, she’ll drink a lot of liquor tonight so I’ll just sleep here. And, yeah, I missed you so badly that I’m going to spend the entire night with you.”

“You chose to avoid me rather than have me assist you with your problems. Then you just told me right now that you missed me? You were quite wild a while ago; is this your way of apologizing for ignoring me?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. I ceased to smile and bit my lip.

“No. That’s just me enjoying things.” I laughed as I recalled what we did earlier.

That was actually quite fun and wild.

In the seconds that followed, silence settled between us. The room was silent save for the sound of the freezing air conditioning, as neither of us was speaking.

“May I ask you something?” he asked feebly, his tone was skeptical. My heart ached at the thought; whenever he was asking something, I noticed that he was always skeptical. Was it because I warned him that he would lose me if I revealed what I was hiding from him? Since I informed him of that, he had never asked about me.

This time, I’d answer his questions truthfully. Just this time.

“Sure, what is it?” I hugged him and placed my arm on his stomach. I hope js wouldn’t ask about my illness; it could be difficult for me to lie again.

“Do you recall the first time we did it?”

“Yes, but why?”

“While I was cleaning you up, I saw a little scar on your back and the back of your leg. I’m assuming it’s a gunshot wound; may I ask as to what happened to those? It’s okay if the question is too personal; I don’t mind if you’re not gonna answer it.” He began gently brushing my hair with his fingers. I gradually closed my eyes in response to the tickle.

“Yes, it’s a gunshot wound. I had it when I was eight years old. There are actually three; I also have one on my head,” I stated with my eyes closed. My heart hurt just thinking about that time. I attempted to forget about that because it reminded me why my father died.

Pierre appeared to freeze for a split second. He eventually sat down, gently removing my head from his arm.

“What?” Innocently, I asked. He suddenly got up and looked at me as if I were some sort of enigma. What’s wrong with what I said? I was being completely candid here.

“Aurie, I swear. Stop playing with me right now; I nearly passed out when I saw the two bullet wounds; do not cause me to lose my sanity by adding another one,” he threatened. I chuckled and removed the bobby pins from my hair one by one. It was simple for me to remove them because their adhesion had been loosened by what we had done previously.

“What are you doing?” He regarded me with a frown. Regardless of how much he tried to show his serious face, the nervousness was still visible in his eyes; it was as though he didn’t want to believe what I was about to show him.

“I am not exaggerating! Look.” I knelt and showed him the little gunshot wound on my head. When I was sure I had successfully showed it to him, I looked at him once again.

“I told you—why are you staring at me in such a strange way? It’s not fake, Pierre.” The seriousness of his gaze made me unable to keep a smile on my face. It was almost as though he was about to kick someone because of what I showed.

“Can you tell me what happened to that?” I exhaled a long deep breath after clearing my throat.

“It happened by chance when I was eight years old. I was not sure I’ll be able to tell you everything because... I don’t want to remember a single detail of it. It was a traumatic experience for me, so I’ll keep my mouth shut.” I flashed a sardonic grin, but his expression remained unchanged. Was he mad because I didn’t tell him what happened? However, he had not asked about it previously.

“Baby, why the fuck...” He didn’t get the chance to finish what he was going to say when he gently hugged me. It was very tight, as if he didn’t want to let me go.

“Pierre, it was almost eleven years ago, okay? After all, it had been a long time since then.” He kept his face pressed to my neck and didn’t say anything. I was at a loss for what to say because I wasn’t expecting him to react in this manner. I was under the impression that he would simply ask questions about myself.

“I’m even more mad now because of what Nellie and the cheering squad did. I’m going to make them pay for it.”

My eyes widened, and I yanked his body away from me as quickly as could. His eyes were bloodshot, but there were no tears in them. It was as if he had done everything he could to keep the tears from dripping, and as a result, his eyes had become extremely red.

“What are your plans for them? Don’t tell me you’re going to kick them out? Expelled?” I inquired, panicking. Oh no, he could not do that since the intrams were just around the corner! If all of the members were expelled from school, Iris and I would be the only two people remaining on the cheering squad to represent the school.

“I’m not going to tell you then.”

My palm fell quickly on the bridge of my nose. Oh, no, not this time, not this time.

“You can’t do that—”

“I can.”

“Yes, I know that you can, but you can’t! Not this time, Pierre. The intrams are approaching, and if you kick them all, we will be without a representative!” I stated in panic. I was confident that if Iris were to find out about this too, her decision would be the same as Pierre’s; they would not care what would happen in the intramurals.

“You could’ve died because of what they did! And that’s still you’re worried about?”