Chapter 79 I Didn't Consent To The Break Up
DEAN
I was so happy to have her in my arms again and I could barely contain my satisfied smile.
She was so beautiful and best of all, she was only mine.
I watched her run to the bathroom like a naughty girl, and it made my cock hard again.
Just seeing her smile so brightly made me feel incredibly good, and I knew that the best thing in the world was to love someone.
I got out of bed ready to fuck her some more, but when I went into the bathroom I was mesmerized by the beautiful mermaid under the shower.
Nadia looked beautiful under the hot, steamy water, her long black hair was wet, her full lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were closed as she scrubbed her entire body with soap.
"So perfect," I murmured, receiving a beautiful pair of loving green eyes fixed on mine in response.
"Come in here," she said, giving a charming smile.
"This woman is going to kill me." I thought as I stepped into the shower to be with temptation personified.
Are you just going to stand there staring? – Nadia asked, dropping the soap and then approaching me.
"Insatiable woman," I murmured, devouring her from head to toe.
"You have no idea," she replied, biting her lower lip.
And then there was no way to resist, and also I had no reason to refuse.
I loved her, she loved me, and if making love with the right person is a sin, I'd rather go to hell than refuse to love this woman body and soul.
More about the body, so to speak...
Nadia
Dean and I made love in the bathroom like crazy, until I realized he still hadn't recovered, but because of all that carnal delight, I couldn't stop.
And right after we both reached orgasm, I sent him straight to bed, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Vib...vib...vib...
I heard my cell phone vibrate on the nightstand next to Dean's bed.
I tried to ignore it, but the noise kept coming back.
"Shit," I cursed under my breath so as not to wake Dean, who was probably fast asleep.
"Hello?" I answered after picking up the annoying cell phone.
"Hello, light," replied the guy I'd been trying to ignore all this time.
Hi Frank.
"What do you want?" I asked after getting out of bed and leaving the room quietly.
"I want you," he replied in a sickening voice.
"We're over, Frank," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I don't want you anymore, and to be honest, I never really wanted you."
"Liar!" Frank shouted from the other end of the phone.
"You love me, I know it!"
"Is he crazy?"
"Don't be an idiot," I said disdainfully.
"I don't feel anything for you, and you know very well why I don't like you."
"You're confused, that's all it can be..." Frank murmured in a paranoid tone.
"We love each other, I know it, I saw it in your eyes..."
"God give me strength to deal with this madman," I thought, feeling my patience wearing thin.
"I. Never. Loved. You. Frank," I said, emphasizing each word.
"I love my boyfriend, who, by the way, would love to give you another beating."
"Okay, now I've gone too far." I thought resentfully, but refused to apologize.
It's been three weeks since I broke up with Frank and ended that shameful relationship.
But I must say Frank didn't take it very well, and since that day, he hasn't stopped calling me and coming to my studio.
"Are you dating someone?!" Frank shouted in panic.
"How could you do this to me?"
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, ready to laugh at this crazy lunatic, but what he said next dampened my good humor.
"You slut!" Frank shouted indignantly.
"I can't believe you're spreading your legs for another guy."
"Okay, now this bastard has gone too far."
"Go fuck yourself!" I exclaimed, trying to control the volume of my voice.
"I don't owe you any explanations, you crazy bastard!"
Calm down, light... - Frank murmured, sounding a little scared.
"Don't call me that!" I exclaimed, feeling my anger rising.
"I don't want you coming to my studio, or trying to get close to me in any way, or I swear, I'll report you for harassment and put you behind bars."
And with that, I ended the call before he could say another one of his nonsensical, absurd things.
"Woe to him if he dares to come near me," I thought as I was about to smash my phone's SIM in half.
DEAN
I woke up with Nadia asleep in my arms or rather, my Nadia.
Her lips were slightly parted and inviting, which made me move closer and kiss her tenderly.
It didn't take long for her to respond, and when she did, she let out a soft moan and intertwined her fingers in my hair.
"Good morning," I said after pulling away from her sweet lips.
"Good morning," she replied, flashing a lovely smile.
"What time is it?" she asked after rubbing her still sleepy eyes.
"It's exactly 6:00 am," I replied after glancing at my wristwatch on the nightstand.
"Damn it!" Nadia cursed, jumping out of bed in a hurry.
"What was that?" I asked, relishing the sight of her bare ass as she bent down to pick up her skirt.
"I'm going to be late for work," she replied as she put on her skirt.
"Do you work these hours?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sometimes," she replied after covering her breasts with her bra.
"It's just that some of my clients like to receive the photos at the end of the day."
"I need to talk to these clients ." I thought, determined to teach them not to wake my Nadia up at these hours.
"Couldn't you be a few minutes late?" I asked as I got out of bed naked.
"No," Nadia replied, distracted by the buttons on her silk shirt.
"I bet they won't even notice," I insisted, hugging her from behind.
Hmm... - Nadia moaned as she felt me rub my erection against her butt.
"Just ten minutes," I whispered in her ear, then biting her earlobe.
"Oh, fuck it," she said, turning to face me.
"What's a few more minutes, huh?"
"Let's just say a quick, wild one," I replied, pulling her by the waist, and after kissing her I said:
You might be half an hour late.
NADIA
I rushed into my studio while trying to think of some excuse to justify my one-hour delay.
Dean only let me get out of bed after giving me three delicious orgasms, and I must say I don't regret it one bit.
Furthermore, I must emphasize that I wasn't ungrateful in the slightest, after all I decided to thank him for the multiple orgasms with a wonderful blowjob, before finally leaving that sexual paradise.
I had already pushed aside thoughts of lame excuses when Alice caught my attention.
"Ms Nadia," she said after sighing with relief.
"I thought you weren't coming."
"Of course I was coming," I replied, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Why did you think that?"
"You're welcome," she replied sincerely, or perhaps she chose to keep her opinion to herself.
"Hmm," I murmured.
"Are the models in the studio?" I asked, noticing what appeared to be a bouquet behind Alice's counter.
"Yes, they are," she replied, flashing a bright smile.
"Okay," I said, turning around, but before I could take another step, Alice exclaimed.
Oh, I almost forgot! - I turned to her and saw her pick up the supposed bouquet, which was made of red roses. - These are for you.
"For me?" I thought, offering a half-smile.
"They must be Dean's," I whispered to myself.
Thank you. - I said, taking the bouquet, and after enjoying the delicious scent of the roses, I noticed a small note among the flowers.
"What could Dean have written for me?" I thought, already imagining a short, perverted text.
So I picked up the ticket, and when I opened it I noticed a small handwritten phrase, and as I glanced at the elegant calligraphy, I froze.
I will never give up on my light, because if it doesn't shine for me, it won't shine for anyone else.
Love, Frank.