29| Prove it

MATURE CONTENT AND ABUSIVE WORDS AHEAD. PLEASE AVOID IF YOU WON'T BE COMFORTABLE.

At the time I got home, it was just a minute past twelve. The first thing I did was rush my way to the kitchen. Have something nice prepared, I dished them in the hot flask to keep them warm until the kids get back and that should be...ticktock, I think by one or two later in the day.

The loft is very quiet. Shawn stopped by on the way to see his new Switzerland friends who couldn't stop bugging him because he's from USA. I was told by Belinda who just left when I arrived that mom and grandma went for another sightseeing and fashion shopping because they heard new brands are out in town.

For the love of God, can't these two people keep those money in savings for future use? Must they lavish the whole thing on every fancy attires?

My head will explode if I begin to calculate how much money Dexter keeps depositing in their accounts every week.

Now that am done with the chores down here, let me go upstairs and check on Dexter. His temperature must have decreased by now. Unlike in the morning before I left for shopping.

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It was quiet through the hallway to the extent, only the door was the only squeaky sound that enveloped the room when I pushed it open. As I entered, I met him lying on the bed, sleeping.

Oh, poor sweet thing. He must have felt lonely since no one could accompany him since in the morning.

I took a deep breath and adjusted my glasses before second realization hit me to move my foot in. Shutting the door softly behind me, I tiptoe my way quietly to the bed. He was lying facing the ceiling with sheets covering his torso to his feet. His hands are also beneath the sheet. His hair is so messy as they scattered allover his forehead, causing him to look more handsome even when he's asleep.

God must have prepared a special date on the calendar before creating such a stunning man like Dexter. I adore every inch of his awesome look.

My ass find itself relaxing on the little cupboard beside the bed. I wanted to touch his face and stroke his silky hair with my fingers but then, his eyelids slowly parted and my hand froze in the air with eyes bugged like I just sinned before God and Man.

"Tri.....ana." The word choke as he pronounces it from his sleepy state. His eyes opened fully and they met mine staring. "You're back." He says, trying to sit up.

"Yeah," I tuck strands of hair behind my ear, chuckling. "And you're awake too. How's your health now?"

He yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he relaxes his head on the headboard, "Better." He smiled. I blush, trying to hide it inwardly. "Thanks to you."

"Oh please, I didn't do anything."

"Are you mastering my words or rephrasing my speech these days?" He faked a deadpan and I just rolled my eyes.

"Glad I learnt it from my teacher here." I laughed.

For a moment, we were quiet like an angel just stroll by. I think the eye contact is getting too deeper now. I turn my eyes away from his, thinking of what to say as I exhale.

"Well, I made something for lunch. I should go down and get it." I stood up and was about to leave but then, he held my wrist, stopping me from moving further. I turn around, maybe he has something to say but my eyes went down the clasp.

"Am not hungry for food but something else."

Something else? That's way...kinda strange, right? "Okayyyyy....." I drag the 'Y' "May I know what you need?"

Before answering my question, he moved to the edge of the bed and made me sit next to him. Causing my heart to go 'Da Dum!' a million times.

"I haven't had my shower since morning so I was thinking....." His fingers slipping their way into my hair as they tuck, "Maybe you can bath me." His last sentence sound so seductive enough to make a woman beg for anything hot. And I think I'm falling under that circumstance already.

I move few inches, distance myself from him. A sarcastic laugh fell out of my mouth, "Haha, bath you? Ridiculous. What are you? Five? Even I can't remember the last time I bathed Bella."

When was the last time I helped my kids brush their teeth?

You're not worthy to be called a MOM, Triana!

He didn't say a word and the next thing I saw was him getting up the bed and now locking the door with the keys.

The first thing that came to my mind was....

Okay, I don't want to talk about it but let it just be what I've been waiting for, for the past few months now.

"Triana," he says softly, strolling back after seeing the childish expression written all over my face. I'm kinda liking the show with the tension flowing in the atmosphere but at the same time....scared it might just be a one time fling.

I gulped when he took off my glasses and carefully place them on the little cupboard beside the bed. His hand came to my chin and tilted my face up to him, "You're beautiful without glasses. You should try using contact lenses."

Contact...?

I gulped again and tried to mutter something, but then, his lips came crashing itself on mine and I found myself lost in it. I lost my balance from my sitting posture, causing the both of us to fall on top of each other on the bed.

He was so adamant to wedge his weight on his forearms which already pinned me at the middle. My heart races faster than I could count.

What is about to happen? It doesn't seem like something nice but something totally hot. Is there anyone to barge in and stop us now? I wish there'd be no one because I want to have this moment fully with him without caring whatever consequences comes afterwards.

Only if there be one.

"I really like you, Triana. I want to make you mine forever, please give me a chance." His warm breath greasing my eyelashes. "Let me take his place in your heart if you still have him buried in there."

What's he talking about?

Wanna get into true love? And how does he know if I still had Leo memories in my head or not? For now, I don't care about Leo anymore but this dude lying right on top of me.

"Dexter," I shutter the word, thinking he must be out of his mind to say a thing like that. I mean, does he even understand what true love means? And a guy like him, falling for a single mother with three kids? He must be out of his senses, I guess. "You should take your pills, eat and rest. Your stamina doesn't say so."

"Fuck stamina and fuck illness." He frowned but not provoked at me. "I know what you're thinking. That a guy like me wanting to have you as my woman but do I look like I give a fuck bout that?"

I know you have been a genius from the beginning. I shook my head, giving him a weak smile," You're getting it all wrong." I lied. "You're a prince and am just a nobody with three stressful kids. Am a commoner, nothing compared to you who still have a million opportunity to meet with Royal princesses—"

"You're my royal princess and the woman I've been waiting for." He shut me up with that one. "I don't care if you already had ten or twenty kids, that won't change my heart desire of you." His fingers caressing the side of my face as he smiles, "Give me a chance to prove it to you. Let me make you feel like a real woman. Dare me, Triana, and see that my case is very much different."

I'm..... I'm seriously out of words. He has succeeded his way of tongue-tying me, now, he's the only one doing the talking while I just remain stiff like a frozen meat, under him listening like an attentive student.

He whispered something into my ears. Something that cause my eyes to shut and my heart to scream 'Go ahead'

"I'll so fuck you hard that you'll end up forgetting your name and true identity."

Then, what are you waiting for?

"I dare you." I said and a devilish smirk appeared at the side of his lips. "Prove it! Show me how much you love me." I clutch to his shirt, pulling him closer to myself. "I demand to know everything about it from start the peak. You have my permission, now fuck me and make me forget about my past."

And that moment...why do I still find it so hard to believe that Dexter and I made wild love like two fiery dragons hovering in the greatest eruption that has ever happened.

From the bedroom to his balcony, to his walk-in closet and to the bathroom.

I swear that it was the best sex of my life and the bestest of the best I have ever had. I didn't want to stop and I never wanted to but my energy was one sure thing to be draining out like sweats.

He meant it when he said what he said to me. Both oral and anal sex—I don't think he can competite with Late Leonardo Calloway.

Aww, tsk! May his gentle soul rest in broken pieces.

Dexter, sure killed me and brought me back to life during our makeout session. I've never had a second experience about sex except with my late ex-husband. But today, I tried something new with Dexter.

We had so many turns and section of sex position and styles. So many that I've been missing. I didn't even get to get this tutorial from Leo. He messed up big time.

My favorite part...do you wanna know? I'll tell you!

It's the part where he hung my legs on his shoulders and pinned my hands above my head as he sucked my breasts one after the other while thrusting something hard and massive down there.

Jesus.

My fantasy escalated. I was driven to a world I've never been or visited before. I think the size of his cork was way too big for my walls to hug, so I felt like I was getting disvirgined for the second time.

Yet, it was the best sex experience I've ever had in my entire life and I swore to have more of it only with him. Even the erotic movie '365 days' wasn't hotter compared to what happened between us today.

We cuddled in the bathtub for a very long while when we were done. Something reminds me. Wasn't he ill?

Oops!

Maybe not really.

With what happened between us, it didn't felt like he was struggling with his health issues. He was manly and active in bed and I ate all of his ejaculation with all pleasure and satisfaction.

We had a bath together under the shower, yet we fucked again. We couldn't abstain from ourselves while bathing so we had to do it another time under the cool shower. I was expecting the chauffeur to drop me off at work for my afternoon shift but Dexter chimed in. Saying am now his girlfriend and he is kinda jealous someone else might wanna snoop in and steal me away.

So instead, he wore me a necklace which has a tiny little silver amulet like a ring dangling on it—of which today till tomorrow if you ask me? I still don't know where he got it from but I know he didn't stole it. I asked him where he got it from but he won't tell me so I rest my case.

Even before he dropped me off for my noon shift that day, we made out at the back seat of his black Maybach S600 before I hopped out. And it almost became an habit.

Everyday, everytime, everywhere, it's all about sex, sex, sex, sex, sex and nothing but sex.

Name it!

In the kitchen, I just have to spread my thighs open, push my gown to my chest and let him slide in between. It was so exciting and fun doing it with him. In the bathroom under the pressure of the warm shower and in the bathtub. Several times in the same nightclub where we first kissed, it was awesome Pumping and grinding plus low lights and sexy music that allowed us to make bold moves without making it obvious to anyone that we were not just dancing but fucking ourselves to stupor. In the movie theater, it was a great fun having it done while seated at the back row. In the dressing room, trust me, he didn't complain about shopping anymore. At my office, before, or after, work hours, when my co-workers aren't around, believe it or not, it was the best having it done on my desk! We fucked and fucked and fucked till we ran out of strength.

Even in the elevator? God, don't even go there because he killed me till I couldn't talk and my thighs hurt when I walked out of there. In the fields, at the rooftop, the sky's the limit. In the livingroom on the couch. At the balcony because it's hot and sort of private. At the veranda. In the dark hallways at night. At the backyard, we move the sex outside after the kids went to sleep and got romantic under the stars and moon. If not that I get seasick, we'd have had one done in his cruise ship. Talking about another one, we had one done on the hood of his car at his private garage before we head out in the morning. In the stadium—likely the one we had there last, I gladly remembered how he made me sit on his god-damn hard erected cork, thrusting aggressively into my body. I gasped and gasped and gasped like I was running out of oxygen with sweats draining out of our skin pores. Countless times even in the ferris wheel at night and during dinner hour, he would shove his fingers inside me because he told me whenever we are alone, I shouldn't put on my panties or any underwear because he might wanna get down with me.

So, during dinner session, all I have to do is keep my thighs wide open a bit and make sure not to moan out while he fidgets with my INSIDE.

Even when Billy's spoon fell, I had to pin my thighs shut quickly with Dexter's hand still inside me. He winced out of the sudden clasp, causing the entire family on the dinning room to stare at us. But thankfully, he understood and quickly helped Billy pick up his spoon. But I don't think others do understand the sweats dripping down my body.

What do you call this? Sex addict?

Like seriously, we don't even get sore at all. Am not complaining, but I'm rejoicing over it. It has been a very long time since I last got laid. And with my Duke, all my sex issues are up to date! Now, he has made me sort of want more of him everyday and anytime. We can't stop touching each other whenever we're left alone. I have to use my hair as a scarf over my neck to prevent the hickeys from displaying.

I have completely lost my mind to dedicating my body and soul to him and he did the same. You won't believe he quoted one part of the holy bible to me when we'd know we're not clean.

I'll tell you the verse then you'll go search for it yourself. 1st Corinthians 7 verses 4 to 5.

I think I need to soak myself in holy water.

When last did I attended service? Oh, no wait, or should I say...holy communion?! I just can't imagine myself dressed in a straight white garment with no shoes and still standing straight up before the priest and the altar.

Dexter has finished me. I just can't get enough of this man and I believe he's in the same category as I am too. I am more addicted to him than he is to me. Where has he been all these years when dad handed me for marriage to that monster who repented at dying minute?

Well, if it was to be Leo....he won't last up to fifteen minutes when he's done and to add things up, he doesn't even know how to switch positions, styles, and even please a woman to bed. I wonder how he managed to hook up with Anne Marie the famous actress.

Unlike Dexter who kills me for hours, switching from rounds to rounds, pounding my soul till it turns to a piece of marshmallows?

Whether am on top and he's underneath me or he's on top and am underneath him, he still kills me.

If I had know he was this hot in bed, I'd have known who I was dealing and daring with.

He gives me everything I've been missing in my sexual world. Something I never got from Leo. Apart from him giving me the best sex in the world, his affection, care, loving kindness and passion never dies. It increases to maximum of one hundred every blessed day.

I love how he tells me sweet things in bed during our makeout session. Things I never got to hear from my ex-husband.

Geez! What's up with me? Why am I mentioning his name every now and then? Dexter has already killed his spirit and memories out of me!

Well, I kinda like how the duke of skakoan toys with my body and how much he fucks me a day till I get sore. Causing me to wail, scream, hum, moan and tear up in pain, pleasure and satisfaction during our love making session. It's fun and right now, I'm craving more of him. Though, if there's no one observing, it shouldn't be grandma because her strange smiles these days are what amuses me. Especially how she stares at us through that granny kitty prescription glasses of hers. Thank goodness I've dumped mine. I'll no longer make use of them again because currently, Dexter has turned me into a classic model.

An expensive one as at that. He takes me on weekly eye check-ups and now, I'm using contact lenses.

Sweet mother of Christ.

Someone needs to see how gorgeous this man has turned me into. He has washed me and cleaned me up in no time.

SPARKLING WHITE!

Even all my lost curves, shapes and boobs which were once lost because of how Leo played with my body, has now found their way back to normal.

My hourglass figures are now intact.

Something tells me that grandma has a clue about Dexter and I being a THING now. Though we haven't officially announce our relationship yet. But, nowadays, she no longer sees me in the room with the kids. So, she has the right to be curious and suspicious of where I could be.