Chapter Sixty-Three: Scandalous Apology

Chapter Sixty-Three: Scandalous Apology
While I was busy with my laptop in the office, I heard a knock on the door. Dara came inside.

“Madame, sorry for disturbing you, but Mr. Rodriguez is outside,” she said monotonously.

“Oh, really? You can let him come inside.”

“Sure, Madame.”

I cleared my throat and subtly adjusted my work dress. My eyes went to the small mirror on the desk. My makeup is still okay, thank goodness. The doors opened again, and I acted busy with my work on the laptop.

“Minerva.”

I looked at Karlo. He was in his business suit, holding a bouquet of roses. The memory of him choking me last night flashed in my mind. I didn’t like it.

“Hey,” I greeted him. “I hope you don’t have a hangover.”

Conscience fled across his face. He slightly bowed his head before speaking again.

“I’m really, really sorry…” he slowly said, taking two steps forward with his sincere, apologetic pair of eyes. “I know I hurt you last night. I remember it. And I swear that every word and every action, I never meant it to say or do.”

But if I recall it, what he did and said were raw and natural to me. It was the alcohol that skinned the surface of him and revealed his true dark nature.

“Can you forgive me, please?” he pleaded. “I swear I will not do it ever again. I love you, Minerva. I would never, ever hurt you.”

I watched him, trying to analyze any lapses that I could find. He was now like his usual self. The Karlo that has always been with me. The cold yet kind one. The distant one to everyone, the clingy man towards me. Is it his mask? Is this really his true form?

Karlo, who really are you?

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” I agreed after examining him with my eyes and forced myself to smile. “You missed my training last night, just like you did the past few nights.” I stood up without taking my eyes off him. “Also, you drunk-called Glaidel and made her escort you in the mansion. I wonder why, Karlo. Did I… do something that upset you?”

My steps started to lead towards him. He also backfired by watching me walk elegantly. He stared back, refusing to give up and avoid his gaze, just like he usually does.

“No,” he answered coldly. “I was just busy monitoring the resort building. You know about that already.”

“Are you having an affair?” I questioned him without hesitation.

“No! Why would I?”

“Then are you not that attracted to me anymore?”

“I still am.”

I managed to be in front of him, despite my wobbling knees. I looked up at him up close. My eyes drifted to the flowers. I grabbed them softly and smelled them. Lovely scent.

“The flowers are beautiful,” I whispered before placing the flowers on the sofa. “But this is not the apology I want…”

“Minerva…”

I cut him off by tiptoeing and grabbed his neck so I could kiss him softly. His hands went to my shoulders, tightly gripping them but not pushing me. I knocked his mouth with my tongue, which he eventually received. My moans started to escape when I felt hot. That is when he pushed me gently.

“Minerva, this is not the right place…” he said as he subtly chased his breath.

“You lock the doors. I will close the blinds,” I commanded him.

His jaw ticked, but he didn’t hesitate to say, “Okay…”

We separated and ran to our designated tasks. He went to the doors to lock them, while my hands were tremblingly pressing the remote control for the blinds to go down and cover the whole office. Karlo and I ran to each other and desperately kissed as if we were hungry for a long time.

He started unzipping my dress until it went down, leaving my brassiere and panty. I helped him remove his pants and dress shirt together with his coat. We did that while still kissing hungrily. He pushed me to the sofa. I lay down as his kisses went to my cheek, neck, chest, and breasts. He was licking my twin peaks as his hand explored between my thighs, now playing my sensitive entrance.

“Fuck, you are very wet, Minerva,” he whispered.

I didn’t say anything but just moan when he spread his fingers around my entrance, playing every part of it. His lips and tongue went down. He parted my legs, gave me a dirty look, before pulling my entrance against his mouth. I arched my back when he licked my core. My eyes rolled back in my head, getting intense heat in my chest. I grabbed his hair, pressing him deeper, as if I was looking for something more. Deeper. More.

“Delicious…” he commented. “I can’t get enough of this.”

“Ah!” I moaned loudly. “Please, Karlo!”

“You like it?”

I answered him with a series of soft moans. When I was on the verge of releasing, he stopped licking it and fingered me inside. It was better. Hotter. Even the best when he was fingering my entrance, he was also licking my sensitive clit. I released sooner because of that, and it was the best feeling I have ever felt.

My knees were still shivering and shaking, but he already carried me all the way until I was turning my back against him. He guided my hands to place them on the sofa with my knees leaning my weight. I only realized what he wanted when he grabbed both of my waists and his manhood began to tease my entrance. Only three attempts of teasing, and then he put it inside me harshly and deeply. All of it. I accepted it.

“Karlo!” I called out his name when I felt the pain of what he did.

He didn’t react and just pulled and pushed his way, enjoying every bit of it. I also did and even moved my butt so I could meet him halfway. Our moans were exchanged, never caring about the world outside.

“Ahh!” I exclaimed when I felt myself releasing.

“Fuck!” he cursed before pulling his manhood out.

I felt the hot liquid on my back and my butt, dripping. He was cursing while finishing. I found from my peripheral vision that he grabbed the box of tissues from the marble table and instantly wiped his release from my back. When I felt it dry, I immediately stood up and made my way to the restroom.

I was still catching my breath while cleaning myself up. I looked at myself in the mirror as I wiped my face, my neck, and my entrance with tissues, now feeling so embarrassed that I had to be confident and act sexy so he would give in. While into it, I heard Karlo knock on the door.

“Minerva, I have your clothes,” he announced.

I sighed and silently opened the door. My eyes couldn’t even lift to meet his, and I just grabbed my clothes from his hands before closing the door. I felt my heart beating so fast, like a horse racing. I might even have a heart attack right here, right now.

When I was already decent and clothed, I went outside the door of the washroom and discovered Karlo buttoning his dress shirt. He noticed that I was already outside. Our eyes met. Butterflies in my stomach got excited again. I gulped.

“Would you like a coffee?” I offered. “I can ask Dara to get the two of us. Starbucks?”

Goddamn it! After what had happened inside the office, that is the first thing I would ask of him?! So shameless, Minerva! You are embarrassing yourself even more!

“Sure,” he answered and smiled at me. “Now, can we talk, for real?”

I caressed my nape and placed both hands on my back, running my fingers to fight the anxiety. I masked it by composing myself and stilling my face into a stern look. He guided me to sit on the sofa before he did it. We were beside each other… on the same sofa… where we had just had sex. The blinds were now open. Everything was just in its respective place, as if no scandal transpired ten minutes ago.

Karlo broke our awkward silence and held my hand that was on my knee. I looked at him.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated his reason for being here in the first place.

“Glaidel mentioned that you were muttering the names of my parents,” I reminded him. “Would you tell me why?”

He sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. “Yes,” he answered. “Because I have been dreaming about your parents. Maybe because it’s been a long time searching and investigating their deaths. I hired a lot of people to take care of their murder case, but there has been no evidence to lead us towards the suspects.”

Suddenly, a wave of guilt scattered around my system. I had been doubting him for days because of some secrets he might be hiding. Now, I will know that he is just focusing on finding the people behind my parents’ ambush?

“I was frustrated last night because the assassins from my organization reported to me. They still have no leads. At least when you get better at the training and are ready to be the Red Cartel queen, we can attack together and let the people who killed your parents pay for what they did,” he said and squeezed my hand. “That is why I got drunk and poured my anger on you.”