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My legs couldn't move.

My curiosity can't get enough.

I stood there, staring at them.

Candela was moaning for pleasure continuously.

My heart tightened as I stared at the Don's tattooed arm, caressing her body like he couldn't get enough of her.

Like he loves her so much.

Like he ....

Of course, he loves her, Evelyn. She is his wife!

A husband should love his wife.

What is wrong with you?

But... Why does it hurt watching this?

Candela leaned down to kiss him, but she was immediately flipped over, and the Don came on top.

My breath hitched at the sight of his naked upper body. I wish I could see all of him, but the bench is preventing that.

He is.....

He is divine.

The tattoos running on his neck make me feel hot. His abs are to do for.

Everything is hot.

Everything about him is HOT!

He is more than a Greek god.

My legs begged to spread for him.

God, I am insane.

His gaze is on Candela in a way that makes me wish I was in her shoes right now.

The next thing he did added to my misery. He took up her legs, and placed them on his shoulders.

Oh God.

Oh sweet sweet heavens.

I want him.

I want him so badly.

I am very willing to give up my virginity to him.

He is absolutely beautiful.

I want to lick every bit of him.

I want to....

He looked up from her.

My heart sank as I quickly moved away from the glass and pinned myself on the wall. 

"What's wrong?" I heard Candela ask.

Oh no.

I ran out of there quickly and quietly with the bottle of water still in my hands. I didn't stop running till I got to my room.

I closed the door behind me, locked it up and rested my back on it.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Flashes of his tattooed arm running through and caressing her body filled my head.

I closed my eyes and opened them, letting out another breath.

I walked towards the bed and sat on the edge.

I opened the bottle of water and I almost drank all of it. 

I let out a breath as I covered the bottle and got on my feet. I walked towards the stand and placed it there.

I walked towards the bed and got under the covers.

I reached for the lights and switched it off. I laid on my back, staring at the dark.

Everything played in my head repeatedly.

I stirred to the side and rested my eyes on the beautiful stars through the windows.

Mario didn't know what he was talking about.

What I saw showed me that those two love each other.

The Don loves his wife.

Which is not a bad thing.

It is as he should.

But...

I stirred again and lay on my back.

It really hurts.

I want it to be me.

I want those legs to be my legs on his shoulders.

Ugh, Evelyn!

Stop!

I stirred to the other side.

Stop dreaming.

It will never happen.

He will never be yours.

He doesn't even like you.

Stop thinking about a married man.

Candela will kill you. She is capable of that, I am sure.

I let out a sigh.

I clenched my legs under the sheets as I thought about the way he flipped her over, stood before her and looked at her as he placed her legs on his shoulders.

That turned me on the most.

I need to sleep.

I have school tomorrow.

God, I can't sleep.

I sucked my teeth as I stirred to another side.

Okay, think about something. Something far from the Don.

My parents.

They are dead.

My heart tightened severely.

I can't even bury them. Neither can I pick their ashes at our burnt house.

A tear rolled down my eyes as my heart broke all over again.

I laid on my back, wiping my tears.

Thinking about them was not a good idea.

It really hurts.

Think about school.

And Imogen.

At least I will get to see the only person I didn't lose and can trust. She will be excited to see me.

I smiled slightly as I thought of her.

I can't wait to see her.

Not long later, sleep took over me.

**********

I furrowed my brows as I felt a press on both my sides.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. I took in the stars through the windows.

Next, I felt a soft caress on my cheek, making me look at who it was.

My breath hitched.

It was the Don. His gray eyes are very clear in the dark, looking at mine in a way I can't read.

He is almost on top of me but kneeling on both sides.

My heart fluttered and raced at the same time.

What is going on?

How did he....how did he come in?

"Si....sir?"

"Shhh," he shushed, placing his thumb on my lips.

My entire body shivered.

He rubbed my lips with his thumb, looking at my lips, but his eyes moved to mine.

God, this is real, right?

He is really here, right?

Don't let this be a dream, I beg you.

I can feel his touch.

So it.....it can't be a dream.

But where is Candela?

He withdrew his thumb from my lips, still staring in that way I am beginning to like.

So sexy!

"Spread your legs,"

My heart dropped but that tiny untouched girl in between my legs was excited.

"Wha.....what?"

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for me," he said, looking at me blankly.

God, I feel wet underneath.

I am beyond turned on. At this point, I didn't care about Candela.

She can kill me for all I care.

I don't care.

I am willing to die.

This is real. This is absolutely real and exciting.

But he has to know something.

God, I hope he doesn't mind.

He raised his brows at me.

"I uh.....I am a virgin," I stuttered shyly.

He gave me the sexiest but darkest smirk ever. "Spread them,"

My heart danced.

"Yes....sir..."

I moved my legs, taking them out of the sheet. Thankfully, I am wearing a short night gown.

Easy access.

I am so ready.

I placed my legs on his shoulders like I saw Candela do.

He maintained eye contact as he leaned to the left side of his shoulders and placed a kiss on my feet without looking away from me.

Lord, have mercy.

My heart can't race more than it already is.

This man will be the death of....

Bang! Bang!

"Ma,am!"

What the.....

****************

Bang!

I opened my eyes and got attacked by the sun through the windows. I shielded my eyes with my hand, realizing my reality.

My heart clenched slightly.

But I feel sticky in between my legs.

"Ma,am?" the familiar voice of a maid called out as she knocked aggressively.

What the....

Bang! Bang!

"Coming," I said, getting out of bed. I let out a sigh as I walked towards the door.

She was still banging more. I opened the door, revealing that rude maid, Camilla.

She faked a smile at the sight of me.

I guess she did.

"Good morning, ma'am,"

"Good mor....."

"I presume you had a lovely night," she retorted.

"Yes, I ...."

"Good, the boss sent me to check up on you and make sure you are ready for breakfast and school." She retorted again.

Seriously, what is her problem?

"About to," I simply said.

"Okay, you have to hurry. He hates lateness. I thought you knew that since you were his girlfriend, but you chose to be ignorant," she said, and was about to walk away.

"I also thought you had good manners. You shouldn't bang on people's doors like that."

Her face twitched.

I raised my brows at her.

She scoffed angrily, looking away. She looked at me maliciously from head to toe and faked another smile.

"Noted. I apologize, ma'am." She said and walked away.

I stared at her as she walked.

What is her deal anyway?

I shook my head and walked into the room. I closed the door behind me and rested my back on the wall as I rubbed my palm down my face, letting out a sigh.

"Spread your legs,"

His bad but sexy tone filled my eyes.

I licked my lips as I placed my hand on my belly. I moved my hand down to my thigh and then up under my nightie. I moved my fingers into my panties.

I am still wet. My panties are damp.

Geez, Evelyn.

I took out my hand, heaving a sigh.

Actually, I think I deserve the maid's rudeness this morning for fantasizing about a married man. I just had a freaking wet dream about him.

Hell, I deserve the aggressive banging on the door and the rudeness from her.

At least it is better than getting killed by the lady of the house.

I didn't mean what I said in my wet dream.

I really don't want to be killed.

That was me being crazy.

I need to get ready. Before I cause any trouble. I am already causing one in my head.

Which is totally unhealthy.

*************

AN HOUR LATER.....

I got to the stairs dressed in a short pink skirt and black crop top with Barbie written on it in pink, matching the skirt, a black jean jacket that didn't cover my tiny belly that much, and then, black sandals. I let my hair fall but brushed it neatly and then applied a little lip gloss.

I also have a little black handbag on my shoulder which has no books or phone in it. It is just empty.

Hopefully, Mario will get books for me.

Approaching the last stair, I saw the man of my wet dreams, approaching from the side of the dining room like a king in his sexy glory.

He is dressed in a black shirt that hugs his huge chiseled body. The first three buttons are open, showing off his delicious-looking chest. His sleeves are rolled up, showing off his sexy dark tattoos running up his arms. His shirt is tucked into his black well-ironed trousers.

God, what a man.

I think I am going to mess up my panties again.

My heart raced as his blankly nonchalant eyes rested on me.

His eyes fell from my eyes down my outfit. My legs weakened instantly.

He averted his eyes from me as he walked past the stairs. I felt slightly disappointed as I watched him heading for the door.

Does he ever smile?

"Evie," Mario's familiar voice got my attention. He is approaching me dressed in his blue shirt and black trousers, smiling at me.

"Mario, hey," I said with a smile, comporting myself.

He got to me and wrapped me tightly in a hug like he missed me so much.

"God, you look stunning," he said after unwrapping me as he admired my outfit. 

I chuckled nervously. "Thank you,"

"You missed breakfast," he said, caressing my hair.

I moved a strand of my hair behind my ear, lowering my gaze as I thought of an excuse.

"But it is not a worry. The maids packed up your meal," he said.

Really? That is....

"Sir," a maid called from behind him, making us look at her.

It was that rude maid. She is holding a black lunch box in her hands.

Uh, seriously?

"The meal, sir," she said, handing over the lunch box to him with a weird look on her face.

"Right on time. Thank you, Camilla," he said, collecting the box from her.

She gave a slight bow before walking away.

I am so not eating that.

"Here you go," he said, handing over the box to me. I took it regardless with a forced smile.

"Thank you,"

"You are welcome. I told you I got you,"

I smiled, lowering my gaze on the box.

That rude maid packed this up? Why do I have this weird, unsettling feeling about it?

"Come on, let's go, my dad is waiting for us outside."

My heart picked up as he took my hand, heading towards the door. 

Did he just say his dad?

"Your dad?" I managed to ask.

"Yeah. He is taking us to school."

My heart danced.

As in, taking us to school in the same car?