Chapter 23

"And what about that?"

"Nothing. It's just that I don't think it's right for them to be together either, and if you need help separating them, count me in."

Anna let her guard down and thought that Zac could be a good assistant for her mission.

"And what do you want in return, Zac?"

"Nothing, it just benefits both you and me if Aileen leaves Oliver's life. That way, I can win her over."

Anna laughed.

"Alright, Zac," she approached him, "I think it's a great idea. Since we'll be together in this, tell me everything you know about Aileen."

Aileen and Oliver entered the house with bags in hand. At that moment, the rain began to pour. It was a heavy storm.

"Just in time," muttered Aileen. They headed to the kitchen and started putting things away in their respective places.

"I don't think you'll be able to go home tonight," Oliver said, feeling satisfied that the weather was in his favor.

"Hmm, maybe it will stop later," she replied. "I'll start preparing the meat. Do you want beef fajitas with a salad?"

"Whatever you cook is fine with me."

"Perfect."

"According to your mother, you can't cook."

"My mom doesn't know much about me."

Oliver helped prepare the salad; it was a team effort. While Aileen seasoned the meat and started frying it, Oliver felt tempted as Aileen bent down to reach some plates. He approached her and rubbed his groin against her buttocks. Aileen felt a strong desire in that moment.

"Stay like that, okay?" Oliver requested, pulling down his pants a bit. He lifted Aileen's skirt and pulled down her thin panties. It hurt Aileen a little, but she managed to control it, and soon all she felt was pleasure and desire. She leaned even more to give Oliver a good view. Oliver spanked her several times, leaving a red mark on her buttocks.

The rain masked Aileen's moans within the four walls. There, she could moan and scream as much as she wanted, with complete freedom. Oliver finished, and the meat was ready.

"I adore you," they kissed passionately. Oliver and Aileen took their plates and went to the living room to watch a movie.

"It turned out really well," the guy complimented her, feeling very good with Aileen. He felt himself falling more and more in love with her. He felt that now that she was his, he didn't want to let her go for any reason. The contract or the fake engagement didn't matter anymore; he just wanted them to be together for real. But he wasn't sure if Aileen felt the same way. They had put on a horror movie, finished their dinner, and both lay down on the couch, resting a bit. The rain continued outside, seemingly unwilling to stop.

"Oliver, it's late. I'm sure my dad must be asking about me."

"I'll call them," Oliver took out his phone and dialed Aileen's home number. "Mark? It's Oliver. Yes, she's with me. The thing is, we can't leave because of the rain."

"For that, you have a car, Oliver," Mark grumbled. He was angry that Aileen was alone with Oliver in their house. Sofia just shook her head, sitting on the couch. "She won't get wet at all going from the house to the car. I'll wait here with an umbrella at the entrance so she doesn't get wet."

"Mark, are you listening to yourself? You sound like an overprotective father. What did we talk about this morning?"

He said Oliver from the other end of the line. Mark sighed and tried not to lose his mind. She was his daughter, but she wasn't a little girl anymore. Besides, she was with her future husband.

"Alright. It's too late for you to drive at night. Take care of her and respect her. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Sure, Marky. Goodbye."

Mark ended the call and placed the phone on the table.

"Relax, you really sound like a very protective father. You remind me of mine," Sofia told him.

Mark laughed, remembering the many times Sofia's father rejected him and wouldn't allow him near her. Now he understood that man a bit. You definitely change when you have kids.

"In less than a month, she'll be married. You won't keep calling her, will you?"

"No, I'm sorry, I'm not good at this," Mark replied.

Sofia hugged him.

"She's young, Mark, she's an adult. It's logical for her to fall in love and want to live her own life. Just let her fly."

"It's difficult."

"I know, but that's life. At least you have me, and we have the house to ourselves all night," she smiled. Mark looked at her playfully.

"Why didn't I think of that before?"

Mark passionately kissed her.

The movie had ended, and suddenly the power went out.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, maybe a cable issue," Oliver turned on his phone and stood up. "I'll go check, will you wait here?"

"I'm scared," she stood up as well. "I better go with you."

"Alright, follow me."

Both of them made their way through Oliver's enormous house and went out to the backyard. In the distance, illuminated by occasional lightning, Aileen could see the calm sea despite the storm.

"Wait for me here," Oliver told her. "All the cables are on the other side. I don't want you to get wet, alright?"

Aileen nodded, and Oliver ran to the small shed where all the cables were. It was cold, the girl thought, very cold. Minutes passed, but Oliver didn't return until the lights came back on, and she felt safe again. Oliver appeared shortly after, soaked.

"Let's get you changed," they entered the house. "I don't want you catching a cold. You took a long time."

"It wasn't easy; I needed time."

They climbed the stairs and headed to the bedroom. Oliver undressed completely.

"I would like you to take off your clothes too."

Aileen obeyed Oliver's orders and started taking off all her clothes, leaving nothing behind. Another night of passion awaited them.

The next morning, they were a bit tired from breaking things the previous night. Aileen was the first to wake up and headed to the shower. She let the water run all over her body, washing away her sleepiness. Outside, the sun was shining. She got out of the shower and looked for her clothes. Oliver was still asleep, so she went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. She found the eggs and cooked them whole, then made bacon.

"Good morning," Oliver appeared wearing shorts and sports shoes. "I thought you had already left." He approached her and kissed her. "Smells good."

"I was making breakfast."

"Thanks, darling, but I'll hire someone to cook for us later."

"I enjoy cooking for you," Aileen served the food, and they both sat down to eat. It was Sunday, so Oliver didn't have to go to work.

"What are you going to do today?" Aileen asked, sipping her watermelon juice.