Chapter 24

Valentino's POV

Nick, Kyle, Alton, and Alisa all uttered the identical request for an explanation at the same time.

Slow down, guys. I'll explain if I can. As he assisted Monica in pouring drinks for everyone, Nick added, "Trust me when I say she is doing well now compared to the state she was in a few days ago.

All that didn't interest me. Myrah and I needed to talk. I needed to be able to hold her and feel her presence. I was losing my mind. I left the kitchen to go upstairs since I needed to talk to her and she wasn't feeling well.

Caylee asked me where I was going as she gave me a curious look, but I just shrugged and continued walking. I would have to remain silent if I spoke to her. In front of her, I couldn't choose Myrah over her.

Myrah's bedroom door was open when I hurried to it. She rubbed her slightly reddened eyes as she sat on the bed. I crossed my arms as I stood near the door.

"Your life was unpleasant for a week while I'm away. Do you not believe that the stars are communicating with us? I muttered while putting my hands in my pockets.

That you frequently appear in my dreams? Hell yeah," she said, glancing at me, and as soon as she noticed my attention on her, she quickly turned away.

I'd been missing you. She faked a giggle as she continued to fidget when I said, "I'm worried about you."

She remarked, "Your sarcasm sure isn't helping here.

I chimed in, "This is the part where you say I had missed you too," and she turned to face me while crying.

This time, the onions weren't the issue. She wanted to sob. Myrah abruptly sprang up and dashed towards me, dragging me inside before quietly shutting the door. She then turned to face me while her chest heaved. What did she have on?

Myrah suddenly filled the tiny space between us and gave me a tight, reassuring hug. our first embrace. I could already feel her tears seeping through my shirt as she clung to me fiercely.

I don't need a hug in return. It's alright. While I was relieved that you were away, I also genuinely missed you. She sobbed and tightened her grip on me, saying, I missed your crazy mood swings; I missed all of you and the package that comes with you.

This was not how I wanted her to be. Her unadulterated anxiety and anguish began to pour into my veins. My body suddenly erupted with willpower, and I found myself giving her a tender and loving hug in return.

It seemed both right and wrong at the same time. The two of us were the only ones left to live, and it felt as though the rest of the world had stopped.

I drew her even closer as I ran my shaking fingers through her thick hair. I was willing to give her all the warmth I could muster because I knew how much she needed it.

Myrah abruptly backed away from me, as though something had suddenly occurred to her. She turned her back on me and moved to a wall across the room, where she is now standing.

I'm truly sorry. That's totally wrong. I ought not to have hugged you in that manner. Please eject. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, muttering, "I don't want to do something I'll regret later."

Every stride I took toward her forewarned me that I was beginning a game that I didn't know how to win. It appeared as though some extraterrestrial power had taken control of my every move.

Myrah and I closed the distance between us in one long stride, and I cupped her warm cheeks before turning to face my favorite ocean.

"Myrah," I should not have left. I'm solely to blame. Even if I wasn't present, you would have become sick. She put her hands on top of mine as I exhaled. They were cozy and had a wonderful fit over mine.

"I am a weak and fragile embarrassment," but it's not your fault. I'm sorry you were forced to spend time with someone like me. You'll have your lovely wife in just a year, she pleaded, her voice breaking. It stabbed me in the heart. How on earth could she have been unaware of how magnificent and stunning she was?

I put a finger to her lips and said, "Shh," and she complied.

As I drew nearer to her, her hot breath was fanning my face. She was already gently panting, and strangely enough, so was I. I had previously been close to a woman, but not to Myrah, not in this situation.

I let go of her cheeks and used my arms to imprison her. I got closer until I could smell her aroma coming from her ear.

Her perfume was all over my nose. It was enticing and intoxicated my body completely. It had a faint strawberry, mint, and cinnamon flavor.

"Myrah, you are a stunning woman." I told her, "you are one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen in my life.

Her ear was red, and I could see that her weak knees were causing her to sway. I held her up by her waist as we slammed into one another. She was both as delicate as a petal and as deadly as a machine gun. She was a shady character.

I feel ugly because of you. You behave as though I'm an ugly duckling. As I brought our eyes back together, she exhaled, "You make me despise myself.

You don't understand what I did. Just let me know what you need, and I'll deliver. How do I persuade you that you are a beautiful woman? I questioned her as I inhaled more of her enticing aroma.

She closed her eyes and mumbled, "touch me," as her cheeks started to turn a darker shade of crimson. I had to test her waters despite that tempting offer.

Princess, keep in mind that I vowed not to touch you again on our honeymoon. Remember when you gave me a spanking for that? She moaned softly as I tormented her and rubbed my lips on her clad neck.

"I will return it."

But I never go back on my word. I always keep my promises.

So, I suppose I'll alter your principles, husband.

"Try me."

Myrah bit her lower lip and then shut her eyes as if she were daydreaming.

She gently cried out "Nick," and that annoyed me. She was aware that her friendship with Nick gave me strange feelings of possessiveness. She was still my wife even if we weren't in love, and I treated her badly. I was unable to dispute that truth.

I pulled off her top in one seamless, quick motion, then tenderly assaulted her neck. I started sucking on it while tightly holding her close to me with my hands.

I removed her top in a matter of seconds, leaving her wearing a white lace bra so I could better access her collarbone. Every time I gently murmured at her delicate area and assaulted her, she would grab onto my hair. Her response gave the impression that she was encountering everything for the first time. Or perhaps it was because she was meeting me for the first time. I had no concerns. It was incredible.

Even though the situation was incredibly strange, I still felt terrible for what I was doing to Caylee and Myrah. I was absorbed in the present. I'd hold off on feeling sorry.

I refrained from gazing at her breasts. We'd wind up in an extreme situation. I stayed close to her neck and collarbone. This was a one-time lapse in judgment that would never happen again.

Myrah snatched her top off the floor and held it up to her chest while the door suddenly split open as I was busy nipping at her neck.

We both turned to face the terrified individual at  the door and our small, unbelievable incident.

We were speechless as we stood motionless.