Chapter 46 - What's Stopping Us From Being Together? - Mduno
His eyes were full of sorrow, and I regretted my attitude deeply.
"I was scared," I whispered. "I thought you were going to be more subtle."
"Veronica!" he shouted. "I haven't had sex in almost two months, and when I'm finally about to do it with the woman I've dreamed of since day one, how do you expect me to be?! I desire you in a sick way. I want to spread your legs and lubricate your vagina with my tongue until I hear you beg me to penetrate you, and I want to do it deep enough times to unload my seed in you."
He stood up, my heart pounded harder. He spoke so specifically, it seemed obscene and exciting at the same time. My stomach fluttered at his words. I hadn't moved from my spot; he started pacing around the room.
"Imagine a tiger starving for a week, how would it react as soon as it smells its prey?"
"That's why I felt scared."
He stopped walking, frowning. I looked down, knowing I had been foolish.
"I wasn't going to rape you, Beautiful. But I'm not gentle in bed," he whispered.
"I remembered that night when you saved me, they looked at me that way and..." Roland took three strides to reach me and hugged me tightly.
"No... That wasn't my intention, Love. I would never hurt you, never rape you, Veronica." He kissed my forehead. "Never, Beautiful," he sighed.
"Are you going to leave me?" He pulled away from me, looking confused. "You said..."
"I don't know what you're thinking. Keep something in mind," he said, tapping my forehead with his finger. "I won't be the one to leave you, Veronica."
"Forgive me, I know I ruined it..."
I clung to his body, kissing his chest. He tangled his hand in my hair to kiss me softly. My hands slipped under his shirt. The kiss turned into a whirlwind of desire, our breaths quickened. He pressed me closer to his aroused body. I pulled him to signal I wanted to take it to another level. But nothing happened. Roland didn't touch me anywhere but my back, neck, and hair. To be honest, I felt disappointed and deeply regretful.
"You haven't ruined anything," he kissed my forehead. "It's late. Go upstairs, I'll join you in a moment." That was the end of our night.
We flew back, and I was touched to realize Roland had changed his itinerary for me. He had slept in Simon's room after our failed intimate night. Why doesn't fate want us to be together? I remembered what he said while we had breakfast.
"Did you sleep well?" I shrugged. "I couldn't sleep a wink, Veronica."
"I'm sorry." He smiled as he set the breakfast on the table.
"You don't need to be. There's something preventing me from making you mine. I never believed in that until I experienced it myself."
"Don't be silly."
I kissed him and sat next to him. I intertwined my fingers with his.
"Just think about it." We looked at each other.
"What did you do to fall asleep?"
"Designing an apartment, and I need your help." I smiled at him.
"I have no idea how to make a house."
I replied as I took a bite of food. The scrambled eggs were delicious; it was the only thing he knew how to make.
"That's not the help I need."
He looked at me and smiled, his face lighting up magically. He fixed me, then kissed my forehead.
"You're incredible!"
"I haven't done anything." I spread butter on my bread. "What do you want me to do?"
"You already did." He laughed, ate his bread, and drank his coffee. "Give me a second."
"Roland?"
He didn't pay attention, running straight to the room he had slept in.
"Be patient with him. When he's inspired by an architectural project, he transforms."
"What is he doing?" I asked Simon as he entered the kitchen.
"Miss," he looked at the stairs. "We didn't have this conversation." I nodded, unable to control my racing heart. I was scared. "Keep doing what you're doing for Roland."
It was the first time he spoke to me like that, referring to his boss by name.
"He must be mad at me." He smiled.
"No, he's being reborn. And thank you." I was moved. "You're giving him back his soul."
My boyfriend's best friend was a man in his thirties, with a couple of tattoos on his muscular arms. He had a macho aura that could be intimidating if he wanted. On closer inspection, you could say he was attractive, but not handsome.
"Thank you, Simon." I smiled at him.
"Thank you, to you."
"Rat!" Roland rolled up his sleeves with a wide smile. "What time are we leaving?"
"I thought that..."
"No, I must get there as soon as possible." I lowered my gaze; he was undoubtedly still upset.
"I'll arrange the return trip, be right back."
He left, and my boyfriend sat down and finished breakfast.
"Veronica, you have new clothes in the closet, get ready." I opened my mouth. "Those clothes stay here."
"Are you still mad?" He didn't look at me, barely smiled.
"I'm both. And that doesn't mean I'll give up. Seventeen days left."
When we went downstairs, he was giving instructions to his right-hand man and the foreman, who knows for what, I saw the helicopter take off. Miguel left with several of his security team and the animals. Simon and we would return by small plane, two went by truck.
"How do you know my size? And it's a lot of clothes you bought."
"Do you want to know the answer? The clothes are necessary, I don't want you to lack anything."
Fighting with him was impossible when he tried to control situations.
"Yes, I want to know the answer." He extended his hand, took hold of my fingers.
"After touching so many bodies..."
My stomach churned, and suddenly I ended up with an ulcer.
"It's not hard to know your size."
I looked at him with displeasure, he shrugged, and after a while, I looked away, we got into the car to head to the Villavicencio airport.
"I will always tell you the truth, don't ask something you know the answer to." Sometimes I hate his cynicism.
"I'll keep that in mind."
I came back to reality, we haven't talked much since we left the farm, we haven't separated even a millimeter. Maybe he was right. It was as if a higher force prevented us from having intimate contact. Could that be possible? Because I can't find another explanation.
So many times we've been alone, if it wasn't for his occupations, I got sick, scared, or angry. Anyway, something always happened. If I analyze it well, they were subtleties, little things that shouldn't affect us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Roland receiving our boarding passes at the airline, he remained thoughtful, still attentive, decent, and very affectionate. He hasn't let go of my hand, and that small demonstration of possession towards me, I liked. We arrived at the waiting room, and he hugged me, buried his nose in my hair.
"I like the smell of your hair." He kissed my neck. "Soon, your deadline will be up."
I couldn't help but laugh, bit my lip and looked at him, his gaze turned into a whirlwind of seduction and mischief. I gave him a light kiss on the lips.
"I don't think we'll reach the limit." He raised an eyebrow.
"That's good news." He made a nonchalant gesture. "I'll accept a good reward for what's happened."
I burst out laughing. I leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear.
"Oral sex?" He made a face.
"Don't play with me, I like that, and hearing it from you feels different." I bit my lip. "You bite your lips because you know it looks good on you, right?" He smiled, stroked my hair.
"I'll plan it this time, I'll arrange it." He sighed. I noticed the defeat in that part.
"I have no objection, with you I've failed in that aspect. I forgot how to seduce a beautiful lady."
"How gallant. Do you have to work?" I snuggled up next to him.
"I canceled my commitments, we were supposed to return on Monday, you have Saturday and Sunday to do whatever you want with me." I tried to speak, he silenced me with his finger. "I'll work at my house, you decide."
"What does that mean?"
"We'll see each other at some point during the day." That remained to be seen.
"Much better. For a moment I thought..."
"You'll thank me, Love."
What is he thinking? I would like to enter his soul and brain to understand him a little better.
"Understood." We kissed.
"Passengers heading to Bogotá, please board through gate number one." It was our flight.
"Roland..." We were walking towards the line. "Promise me you won't sleep with anyone else, if you really can't take it anymore, do it with me."
He stopped, would he do it with someone else, because of my stupidity last night, and took my chin.
"I haven't thought about sleeping with anyone else, and look, I'm tired of cold showers and jerking off. I'll do it with you, Veronica, unless we break up and have nothing left."
"I hope we never break up."
He kept walking while I was left with the feeling of, is it possible that we might break up?