Chapter 24 Chapter 8.3
I stared at him, unable to stop feeling sorry for his situation. He had done nothing but love the woman he dreamed of spending his life with. Why was fate so cruel to him? All he wanted was to be loved in return.
He was like a child crying in front of me. The Desmond they knew as brave, a tiger, heartless, and always angry, was completely different from what I was seeing now. He was just a human being with weaknesses. He was looking down while sobbing quietly. I could clearly see his tears falling.
I approached him and lifted his head. He looked directly into my eyes. His eyes, which were always angry and serious, now seemed like gentle sheep. I could clearly see the different emotions he was feeling. Macie, how can you hurt someone like him? So many women want to love him, but you were lucky enough to be loved by him truly. How can you hurt him?
"How can I forget her? Heaven, I'm begging you, help me forget her, please." He pleaded. Why me? Why do I have to catch him? What if I'm the one who gets hurt in the end?
I didn't say anything, I moved even closer to him to hug him. I didn't know what he was going through, I didn't know what happened between them. All I could do was comfort and calm him down.
"I want to move on, I want to get rid of my love for her. I'm tired of waiting, I don't know how long I'll wait for her. When will she choose me? I did everything to make her happy, I supported her in all her dreams, but why? What else is missing? Where did I fall short? What else is not enough? She doesn't want to marry me, she doesn't want to have children yet because it will ruin the body she's taking care of. What about me? What about my desire to be with her for life?" I caressed his back. It's really different when a man cries. You'll know their feelings are real, you'll feel that they love you very much.
What should I say? Should I just be quiet and let him release all the pain he's feeling? I don't know anything about love because I haven't experienced it yet.
"What happened?" I asked. He was still hugging me, his face buried in my neck, so I could feel every tear falling, I could feel his warm breath.
"She can't choose me because her career is more important to her." He answered sparingly. I didn't ask any more questions because I felt he didn't want to say what happened to them. I just respected that and stayed by his side.
"I want to move on because I don't know how long I'll wait for her. Make me forget her, please." He begged. How can I do that? Does he want me to make him fall in love with me?
I pulled away from his hug. I looked at his face, his face was wet with tears. I took the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped his tears. Why is there a pang in my heart to see him like this? We've only been together for a month, we don't often talk and see each other either.
It hurts to see him like this. I smiled at him sparingly and then caressed his cheek. I also fixed his hair because it was messy.
"I don't know what to say, I don't know how to help you. I have no experience in love, Desmond. How can I help you?" I answered him. His eyes were staring directly into my eyes. I swallowed hard when he slowly brought his face closer to me.
My grip on the handkerchief tightened when I felt his lips on my lips. How should I answer him? I don't know what to do. Should I kiss him back?
I felt his lips moving. I closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. I wanted to stop him, but it seemed like my body also wanted what Desmond was doing.
Desmond pulled me closer to him, and I couldn't do anything but follow him. I could already taste the alcohol because he put his tongue in my mouth. I wanted to stop him, but it seemed like I no longer had control over my body.
I kissed him back, I hooked my hands on his nape. His kisses were getting deeper and deeper. He only broke away from me when we were both out of breath. He kissed my neck, and I looked up so he could freely do what he wanted. I felt him sucking on my neck, and it would possibly leave a kiss mark.
I don't know how he removed my clothes because it seemed like I was no longer myself. I gave myself to him without him forcing me. I opened my thighs even without him saying it.
I just flinched when he inserted his manhood into me. I tightly held his arm, and my nails surely dug into him. Why is his manhood so big? It almost doesn't fit me!
"Aah!" I moaned when he inserted it all the way. He kissed my lips again. We were kissing each other while he was slowly moving on top of me. I don't know how long we were together. He was careful with his every move, he didn't force me. It seemed like he was making sure nothing would happen to our baby.
When he finished, he fell on me. I heard him groan, and I felt his balls throbbing as he reached his peak. I was so tired that I fell asleep immediately.
The next day, it was already daytime when I woke up. I looked at Desmond, who was still next to me and sleeping soundly. We slept here on the sofa, and for the two of us to fit, Desmond was lying on his side. Am I sure I'll help him forget his girlfriend? How can he forget the woman he's loved for so long? What if I'm the one who gets hurt?
I swallowed hard when his eyes opened. I was afraid he might push me away.
"Good morning," he uttered. I quickly averted my gaze and then stood up. I wrapped the blanket around my body because I still had no clothes on. Our clothes were scattered on the floor.
"Aahh!" I shouted when he pulled me back. I looked at him, was he recognizing me? Did he think Macie was with him last night?
"I didn't do anything to you, I didn't give you drugs to—"
"Ssshh," he uttered when he put his index finger on my lips.
"I know what I'm doing. Don't think that I'm thinking of another woman while I'm with you. Take a bath, and I'll cook food for you and the baby," he said and then stood up first. I averted my gaze because he was still naked.