I'm sorry

I'm sorry
 #MORNING#
 #5:43AM#

DONOVAN'S POINT OF VIEW 

I found myself captivated, staring at her serene beauty as she lay peacefully asleep in the soft morning light filtering through the window. The sight of her face, relaxed and calm, brought an involuntary smile to my lips, one that radiated warmth and affection.

There was something undeniably enchanting about the way she looked in her slumber—her features perfectly softened by the gentle shadows cast on her cheeks, and her long eyelashes brushing delicately against the smoothness of her skin. 
 How could anyone appear so breathtakingly beautiful even with her eyes gently closed? My fingers itched with the desire to reach out and trace the delicate contours of her face, starting at her elegant eyebrows and gliding effortlessly down to her nose.

As I drew her closer to me, wrapping my arms around her snugly, I felt her stir ever so slightly on the bed, her unconscious movements appearing so adorably cute that they made my heart swell with affection.

Last night had been a whirlwind of emotions, with her cries echoing in my ears, yet I found it impossible to stop myself. Oh, it felt so undeniably good—a rush of passion and connection that was new to both of us.

Subsequently, a knot of guilt twisted in my stomach, knowing that she might not have experienced the same way I had. I was determined, however, that next time would be different; next time, I would ensure that she enjoyed every single moment, her pleasure paramount in my mind.

“I promise I’m going to protect you, Amica Mea, with every ounce of strength in my being… even if it means sacrificing my own life for yours,” I whispered softly to her, brushing a tender kiss against her hair. The warmth of her presence filled me with an overwhelming sense of purpose. 

“I will confront anyone who dares to threaten your peace, my love. I will pursue that which is rightfully ours, stopping at nothing until you are forever a part of my life. You have become an inseparable part of me,” I declared fervently, sealing my words with a gentle peck on her lips. 

As I lay curled up in bed, I suddenly felt the urgent need to relieve myself. With a sense of determination, I gingerly pushed the covers aside and swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, careful not to disturb the peaceful figure beside me. 

As I made my way to the bathroom, where I finally found the relief I had been seeking. Once I was finished, I took a moment to wash my hands, glancing into the mirror at my own sleepy reflection. A few strands of unruly hair fell across my forehead, but I dismissed any thought of trying to tame it just yet. 

After completing my business, I walked back to my bedroom, the faint sound of my footsteps echoing in the stillness of the early morning. I stopped and walked to the door..... opened it to find Scott, standing just outside. He stood tall and imposing, yet a familiar grin broke the seriousness of his demeanor.

“Good morning, Boss! I trust you had a wonderful night,” he remarked, his voice buoyed by a hint of mischief. A chuckle bubbled up from within me; I couldn’t help but think that he had undoubtedly overheard the passionate sounds that had filled the air the previous evening. A warm smile crept across my face as I recalled those intimate moments.

“Yeah, good morning... Could you do me a favor?” I asked, my tone slightly more serious. 

“Please inform the maids to bring me a new blanket and a duvet cover as well.” At this, Scott executed a quick, respectful bow before promptly making his way down the hall to relay my request to the staff.

With a sigh of contentment, I closed the door behind me, momentarily embracing the quiet of the room. I moved closer, my movements deliberate and soft as I reached down to gently slide the blanket off. I was determined not to wake her, cherishing the moment to simply observe her peaceful expression as the morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow around her.

I was acutely aware that I needed to dress the bed, so with a gentle touch, I carefully picked her up and laid her softly onto the couch situated in the room, After a while , a sharp rap echoed through the air, breaking the stillness—a knock on the door that instantly drew my attention. I guessed it would either be Scott or perhaps the maid delivering the  blanket. 
 Without wasting a moment, I hurried to the door and opened it wide, revealing Scott standing there with a duvet cover and a cozy blanket in his hands.

"Here you go, Boss," he said, his tone casual yet professional, as he handed the items over to me. I accepted them with a smile that expressed my gratitude, feeling how the weight of the moment eased just a bit.

“Thank you,” I replied softly, my voice tinged with appreciation before I gently closed the door behind me,.

I promptly returned to the bed, my mind focused on the task at hand. With deliberate movements, I began dressing the bed with the new layers, smoothing out every crease and ensuring everything was perfectly aligned. 
 Once I was satisfied with my work, I turned my attention back to the couch. I approached carefully, wishing to disturb her rest as little as possible, and cradled her in my arms. I then laid her down on the freshly made bed, feeling an overwhelming sense of protectiveness wash over me.

Once she was settled, I reached for the duvet cover I had just prepared and gently draped it over her, tucking it around her to keep her warm and comfortable. 

Afterward, I picked up the old, stained blanket and the used duvet cover I had removed earlier. I made my way to the designated spot for my dirty clothes, a small pile that indicated the day’s earlier mishaps. I dropped the items there, knowing the maids would arrive shortly to collect them for laundering.

Just as I was about to return to her side, I heard another knock on the door. I couldn’t help but let out a sigh, feeling a bit exasperated, yet I knew I had to see who it was. With a resigned gesture, I walked back to the door and opened it once more. Standing there was Scott, looking a bit more serious this time.

“Yeah, what is it?” I asked, a hint of curiosity in my tone as he bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect that indicated he had something important to share.

“I apologize for interrupting you, but I need to bring up an urgent matter regarding the man we've been holding captive and subjecting to torture for several days now,” Scott said with a hint of unease in his voice. I let out a bemused chuckle, though my expression remained serious, my brows furrowing in disapproval.

“Let’s be honest here, Scott. He brought this upon himself. In fact, anyone who dares to lay a hand on Amica Mea has essentially signed their own death warrant. You should know this by now,” I replied, my voice tinged with irritation. 

“He won’t be the first individual to perish under our watch, after all. I can't believe you chose this moment to interrupt me just to discuss him.”

Scott nodded slowly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and respect for my authority. 

“I understand, Boss. But I genuinely believe he has learned his lesson. Plus, you have to consider how your woman might react if he ends up dead. Torturing him for this length of time should be more than sufficient to send a message.”

I rolled my eyes in exasperation, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on my shoulders. “Alright, if it will keep the peace and prevent any undue conflict, let him go. The last thing I want is for Amica Mea to get mad at me. Her displeasure could lead to unnecessary complications down the line.”Scott nodded again, seemingly relieved by my decision, yet I raised a finger to emphasize a critical point.

“Hold on a moment. Before you carry this out, there are conditions that must be strictly followed......Make it absolutely clear to him that he is not to utter a single word about what has transpired . And issue a stern warning—he is to steer clear of Amica Mea at all costs. The next time he dares to approach her... well, let’s just say it will be the last day he ever walks this earth.”

With a determined gaze, Scott nodded in agreement, understanding the seriousness of the instructions I had just laid out. This was not just about executing vengeance; it was about sending a message that would resonate with anyone who even thought of crossing us.

“Alright, Boss, I’ll make sure to take care of that right away. Also, I wanted to let you know that I received a phone call from your father. He mentioned that he’s been attempting to reach you on your cell, but unfortunately, it seems like the signal isn’t getting through. 
  He specifically asked me to relay an important message to you. He’s sent you something to your email, and he strongly urged you to check it as soon as possible because it contains information of great significance,” Scott explained, and I gave him a nod of acknowledgment.

“Was it this morning that he called you?” I inquired, a hint of curiosity in my voice, to which Scott shook his head in response, indicating that my assumption was incorrect.

“No, Boss, he actually called me last night,” he replied, his tone steady and matter-of-fact.

“He also mentioned that you should make a trip to his study room this morning to collect the items he has sent you via email,” Scott added, and I nodded again, mentally noting that I needed to prioritize that task.

“By the way, have you heard anything about Giovan?” I asked, my eyebrow arching slightly as I awaited his response.

“No, Boss; it seems like he’s been keeping a low profile for the time being,” Scott answered, and my expression shifted to a frown almost instantly.

“That guy is never one to lay low for long; it’s pretty clear he’s up to something. So, make sure you stay alert and keep your eyes peeled for anything unusual,” I advised, my tone firm as I emphasized the importance of vigilance.

“I will definitely do that, Boss,” Scott assured me with a determined nod.

“Alright, I’ll catch up with you later,” I said, concluding our conversation as I closed the door behind me. I turned and made my way back to the comfort of my bed, where Amica Mea was.

As I observed her, I noticed that she hadn’t moved an inch; she was still nestled comfortably in her slumber, her breathing deep and rhythmic as if she were in a world of her own. It was evident that she must be utterly exhausted after the night we had. 

I lingered for a few moments, just soaking in the sight of her peaceful visage. Her hair sprawled across the pillow like a halo, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest was mesmerizing. A warm smile crept across my face as I lost myself in this serene moment before reluctantly breaking away to attend to my responsibilities. 

I made my way over to my desk, the familiar coolness of the smooth surface greeting my fingertips as I reached for my laptop. My mind was preoccupied with curiosity – what could be so pressing that my father required my immediate attention? There was rarely a matter that could not wait a little while, so the urgency was undoubtedly intriguing.

As I booted up my laptop, I quickly navigated to my Gmail inbox. Scanning through various messages, I finally spotted the one from my dad. My heart began to race slightly; perhaps it was something important regarding the family business or an unexpected situation that needed my input.

Without wasting another moment, I grabbed my laptop and exited the room, heading towards his study. I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever awaited me in that message better hold significant weight to pull me away from the moment I cherished just moments ago. With a resigned sigh, I mentally prepared myself for whatever news lay ahead.

#MORNING#
#9:22AM#

KIMBERLY'S POINT OF VIEW
  The warm rays of sunlight poured through the window, filling the room with a golden light that illuminated every corner. This brightness made me pause and reflect, prompting a curious thought to bubble up within me just how long had I really been asleep?.

I rolled over to the side of the bed that Donovan had occupied, but to my surprise, he was nowhere to be found. It struck me how the other side of the bed appeared untouched. The sheets were neatly tucked in, as if no one had ever laid there at all. A soft groan escaped my lips as I shifted positions; a sudden stinging pain radiated through me, causing me to flush with embarrassment. I hadn't anticipated that the experience would be so excruciating. 

I had overheard some nurses chatting in hushed tones one certain time about the intimate experiences people often share. Their whispers had painted a vivid picture: they mentioned that, while the initial moments might be fraught with discomfort, then the feelings of pleasure would creep in as passion took over.

But why was my experience so markedly different? Why did I only feel pain instead of the promised pleasure? Was it possible that Donovan’s thing was indeed larger than most? I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks redden at the mere thought, coupled with the vivid image that flashed in my mind.

Summoning some strength, I managed to sit up, only to be met with another surprise. Glancing around, I realized that the bed sheets and duvet covers had been swapped out from those I remembered from the previous night.
  A jolt of realization hit me—did Donovan actually take the time to change the bedding after our passionate encounter? A wide smile spread across my face as I considered this thoughtful gesture. How charming and considerate he was! 

Today marked my first day as someone who had crossed into a new chapter of my life—my first day as a non-virgin. It was a thrilling realization, and I couldn’t suppress a soft chuckle that escaped my lips, the sound echoing strangely in the otherwise quiet room. 

I was just mustering enough willpower to pull myself out of the warmth of my bed when, quite suddenly, the door creaked open and he stepped into the room, his presence immediately brightening the space. 

"You're awake, Amica Mea!" he exclaimed with an infectious excitement that made my heart flutter, and he hurried to my side, his energy almost tangible in the morning air. 

"Good morning," I replied bashfully, feeling a rush of warmth spread across my cheeks, and his smile stretched wider, illuminating the contours of his face like the sunrise that spilled through the window.

“Good morning, my love," he responded with a tenderness that wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. 

"How are you feeling?" As he spoke, his gaze shifted to my lower abdomen, causing me to bite down on my lip instinctively—a reflex born from both vulnerability and intimacy. In that moment, I didn't even attempt to cover myself; after all, he had seen me in ways that were far more revealing and personal.

"It still hurts," I murmured softly, sounding almost like a child seeking solace, and he nodded slowly in empathy, his fingers reaching out to grasp my hand, his touch gentle and reassuring as he began to rub it softly as if to convey his care through his fingertips.

“I’m so sorry, Amica Mea,” he said, his voice layered with sincerity. 

"But I promise you that the next time won't be as painful as yesterday." His words hung in the air, and I couldn't help but lift my head, locking my gaze with his. How could he still be contemplating a 'next time' when I was still reeling from the aftermath of this experience? The thought brought a flicker of irony to my lips, a smile that danced amidst the depth of my confusion and gratitude.

"What were you about to do before I walked into the room?" he inquired, genuine curiosity glinting in his eyes.

"I wanted to go to the bathroom... I really need a shower," I confessed, the necessity of freshening up pressing against me like the warmth of the blankets I had been comfortably cocooned in. He nodded in understanding, his demeanor both attentive and protective, clearly ready to assist me in any way I needed.

"Oh... alright then," he replied slowly, a hint of hesitation in his voice. 

"I had mentioned to the maids earlier to prepare breakfast for you ,Would you like to eat before you take a bath, or do you think you'd rather shower first?" he inquired gently, hoping to gauge my preference.

"I'll bathe before I eat," I answered confidently, nodding as if that settled the matter firmly in his mind. 

"Okay then," he responded.

"Come on, let's head to the bathroom together."To my surprise, he added, 

"I haven't taken my bath yet because I wanted us to do it together... I'll bathe you," he declared, his tone playful yet filled with a sense of intimacy. The unexpectedness of his words made me swallow hard, and I immediately felt a rush of nervousness. What exactly did he mean by wanting us to bathe together? The thought raced through my mind as I anxiously bit my lip, trying to process my emotions.

"Come on, Amica Mea," he urged with a mischievous grin, 

"It's not like I haven't seen everything before," he teased, giving me a playful wink that made my cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson. My heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by his teasing familiarity.

With a swift yet gentle motion, he pushed the duvet cover aside, exposing my bare skin to the cool air of the room. The sudden rush of vulnerability washed over me as he effortlessly lifted me off the bed, carrying me with ease towards the bathroom.

As we arrived at the spacious bathroom, he brought me to the enormous bathtub, which was designed for two and already filled with warm water. The moment I saw it, my anticipation grew. He set me down gently inside the tub, his eyes fixed intently on me as if trying to read my thoughts. 

"I prepared the water when I went to relieve myself a little while ago, so please let me know if it's too hot," he instructed, his voice warm and considerate. I shook my head immediately

"No, Baby, it's perfectly fine," I assured him, my senses embracing the soothing warmth of the water as it enveloped me. The feeling against my skin was heavenly, the warm water cascading over me, even brushing against my most intimate areas. A soft sigh escaped my lips, a mixture of relaxation and excitement bubbling within me.

He removed his clothes, joining me in the warm embrace of the bathtub. Positioning himself behind me, I could feel his presence as I sat comfortably in front of him. The water around us shimmered softly, and as he reached for a sponge, I couldn't help but wonder about the relaxing experience that awaited me. He began to gently rub the sponge across my back, his motions tender and soothing. 

The sensations he created were exquisite, sending ripples of comfort through me, and the blend of warm water and the delightful fragrance it carried was simply enchanting.

#10 MINUTES LATER#

After our invigorating shower, Donovan lifted me effortlessly in his arms, cradling me like a small child. As he carried me to the bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a sense of utmost delight and security—it truly was the best shower I had ever experienced. 

He was so affectionate, petting me softly, as if trying to assure me of his care and warmth. I cherished every single second of his attention, feeling lost in the bliss of the moment. 
 Without skipping a beat, he made his way to the small table that already had a spread of food prepared. Swiftly, he gathered the plate and settled down beside me on the bed.

With a hint of concern in his voice, he asked, 
"Are you feeling really cold? Should I dress you, or shall we eat first?" I shook my head vigorously, keenly aware of the hunger building within me. 

“Nope, please let’s eat… I’m beginning to feel truly hungry,” I replied, my voice laced with excitement. He nodded in agreement and, with an eager smile, opened the plate to reveal a stack of golden French toast. The aroma wafting up was absolutely divine, making my mouth water at the mere sight of it. The sweet scent of syrup mingled with the warm, buttery fragrance of the toast was captivating, making me feel even hungrier.

He took the time to feed me, sharing in the meal himself, and after a few peaceful minutes filled with laughter and conversation, we finally finished.

With a contented sigh, he placed the empty plate back on the table, his movements deliberate and calm. He then walked over to a small table that sat against the wall, one that held a mirror and various personal items, and picked up a bottle of lotion. Moments later, he returned to me, that warm smile still illuminating his face.

Kneeling beside me, he gently helped me apply the lotion to my skin, his fingers gliding smoothly over my arms and shoulders, creating a comforting sensation that made me feel cherished. After ensuring I was all lathered up, he rummaged through his wardrobe and pulled out a large, soft T-shirt, effortlessly slipping it over my head. The fabric enveloped me, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as though I were wrapped in a warm embrace. It was an incredibly thoughtful gesture that made me feel truly special and cared for.

As he got dressed in his own clothes, I couldn't help but admire the ease with which he moved, a comfortable confidence radiating from him. He climbed onto the bed beside me, the sheets inviting us into their warmth.

“We’re going to spend the entire day right here in my room,” he declared, his voice rich with enthusiasm as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on my lips. In that simple act, he pulled me even closer, allowing my head to nestle against his chest, where I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I love the way you smell just like me right now, Amica Mea… It genuinely makes me feel incredibly good,” he murmured affectionately, pressing a gentle kiss into my hair. His words wrapped around me like a blanket, making my heart swell with warmth and happiness.

“Thank you for making me your first Amica Mea... I promise that I will always be there for you, and I'm deeply sorry for the pain you're going through,” he said softly, running his fingers tenderly through my hair, his touch soothing and reassuring. His sincerity washed over me, easing the burden that I carried.

“Thank you for allowing me to be part of your life, and I love you so much, Amica Mea,” he added, capturing my face gently in his hands before pulling me in for another kiss. It was a moment that felt timeless, filled with promise and affection, sealing the connection we shared. 

" I love you too, Donovan"I whispered back to him and he smiled widely.

"Thank you for........ "He was going to say when his phone began ringing. 

"Oh sht exuse me......i forgot that my dad sent me on an errand.... Please give me some minutes I'll soon be back"He said and came down from the bed, picked up his phone and rushed out of the room.

A warm smile spread across my face after he left the room, I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks heat up with a blush that refused to fade. He certainly had a way of making a woman feel cherished and valued, filling the space between us with genuine sincerity. It was impossible not to feel incredibly lucky to have crossed paths with someone like him.

I smiled and decided to take my phone and play with it before he comes back to keep myself busy and as I dragged myself to his drawer to pick it up....... I saw my phone ringing , oh sht I remember putting it on silent last night. I immediately picked it up to see that it's Royce that's calling. 

"Hey what's up??"I muttered sleepily and heard him scoffed loudly immediately. 

"Wait...... Are you still asleep by this time.....It's past 9am already Kim, Is something wrong with you??? "he said and I chuckled. 

"I'm fine Royce"I  muttered.

"I've been trying to reach you, Kim..... There's a very big problem"he said and I stopped smiling immediately. 

"Problem??.....What's the problem, Royce???"I asked quickly and sat up straight.

"It's mom...... I'm currently at the hospital with mom"he said and I gasped loudly immediately. 

"What???...... what's wrong with mom??"I yelled and immediately stood up from the bed. 

"It's a long story, Kim........  Dad came home yesterday and suddenly requested for a divorce......he said a lot of things like he doesn't have peace of mind in the house.......... The moment he said that he wants a divorce......... Mom passed out immediately......He even refused to follow us to the hospital it's just mom and I...... I couldn't sleep all night, Kim"He said his voice sounding really teary and I frowned immediately. 
  "What??......How could dad do that??..... which hospital are you at ??? "I asked walking towards the door.. 
 "Peace hospital....... The one close to the Pentecostal church" he said quickly. 

"I'm on my way right now "I said and hung up. I opened the door and saw Scott standing outside Donovan's room as always and he greeted but I was too enraged and worried to reply him back. I just ran to my room, forgetting the pains in between my legs. Right now all I want to do is to see mom.

I quickly wore my clothes and picked up my handbag. And I immediately rushed out of the room heading downstairs, It wouldn't be good if I leave without a word so I rushed back to Scott. 

"Please tell him that there's an emergency at the hospital"I said and he nodded. 

"Oscar is outside...... He'll drive you there ma'am"He said. 
  "Thanks"I said and rushed out of the house. 

Luckily I saw Oscar standing close to a car, like he's waiting for someone and I immediately walked up to him. 

"Good morning ma'am"He said with a smile immediately he saw me. 

"Yeah morning, Oscar.... Please take me to peace hospital..... The one downtown"I said and he nodded and opened the door for me before rushing to the drivers seat and almost immediately..... He started the car, speeding out.

\# 20 MINUTES LATER#

“Umm... Oscar, where are you heading?” I inquired, raising an eyebrow in confusion as I observed him taking a turn that was clearly not towards the hospital. The knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach as I began to sense that something wasn’t quite right.

“I’m really sorry, ma’am, but they have my mother!” he replied, his voice faltering slightly as he spoke. I could see the panic etched across his face, and my heart sank for him. “They told me that if I don’t do this, they’ll kill her.”

I watched in bewilderment as he grabbed hold of what appeared to be a somewhat ominous-looking mask, a surge of concern prompting my brows to knit together tightly.

“I... I don’t understand! What are you talking about?” My voice trembled slightly, disbelief sinking in as I processed his words, when suddenly, Oscar pressed a button that sent a thick cloud of what looked like smoke swirling throughout the car’s interior.

“What is this? Oscar, you’re scaring me!” I exclaimed, panic creeping into my voice as I frantically glanced around, my heart racing.

The air quickly grew heavy, and just as I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves, an overwhelming wave of drowsiness washed over me, coupled with a gnawing nausea that churned in my stomach.

My vision blurred, and the world around me began to fade into darkness. The last coherent sound I registered was Oscar’s apologetic voice saying,

“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” before everything slipped away into an unsettling black void.