Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Maksimillian

I did not expect Zenovia was a virgin, and I was the one who had just taken it. Maybe because she was too forward by making a deal with me to be her romp partner until she’d get pregnant. I thought at first she’d been engaged with such an intimate activity for some time, but it proved that I was wrong. Who was sane to make such a deal with a random guy anyway? Besides, forward girls were usually experienced.

Now, still inside her—snugly inside her, that is—I gazed down at her beautiful flushed face. I felt really good for the first time that I’ve been with a girl… in forever. It wasn’t only because she was the first virgin I took but because I felt something for the first time. Something that I could not point a finger on though. At the moment, I had no time to even analyse it.

Despite the air conditioning, it was too hot for me that beads of sweat had scattered on my face and body. Zenovia’s beautiful skin was also damp with perspiration. God! She was so exquisite at the moment. More exquisite than anyone—if I had to compare her with anyone. And yet, she was incomparable.

I gently pulled away but thrust deep into her once more. I so loved her tightness, and the wetness that drowned my hard member.

Fuck! It was so good to feel.

For the first time, it proved that I did really want this girl since I saw her at The Black Church. It was the first time I wanted one so much that I’d want to take her again and again—unlike the previous girls I had been with. There was just something about her that I could still not fathom, but it was like she was the sunshine I needed in my life. It seemed that my life had already changed when our paths crossed earlier.

I bent my head to kiss her sweet lips. “What I want to say is that…” I paused, looking deep into her alluring grey orbs, “you’re perfect!”

She blinked slowly, and I saw the unshed tears that shone in her eyes. She looked wrecked for some reason that she began to sob. Her shoulders shook, and tears began to spill and ran down the side of her face.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” I was, of course, alarmed because of it.

I gently pulled out from her body, suddenly feeling void. But I had to know what was wrong with her.

She shook her head, looking sideways when I lay beside her. “Y-you… just said I’m perfect, but I’m not!” she whispered and cried.

I cupped her face and caressed her cheek with my thumb. “But that’s what I think. You are perfect to me, Zenovia,” I told her with an assuring tone. I was even surprised with myself that I was desperate for her to believe me.

I wiped her tears away by gently running my thumbs on their trails while holding her gaze. I’d never felt an overwhelming emotion just as I did at the moment, like I wanted to protect her so badly and didn’t want her to be hurt by anything. Or by anyone.

“Listen to me. Whatever you may think, you are flawless to me.”

She laughed hysterically. “Oh, don’t sweet talk me, Maksimillian!” She shook her head and looked away from me.

I watched the side of her face as she heaved; her chest went up and down as she breathed. Her beautiful peaks were still on display, and I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. My eyes went downward still, and that was when I noticed the bloody sheet.

Oh, fuck! There was more blood than I had anticipated that I sat bolt upright.

“Zenovia!” I cussed again in Russian after that. “I-I’m so sorry. Come here, let me help you with that.”

Before she could protest, I already scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. She took a sharp breath since she didn’t expect it.

I turned the light on after placing her carefully in the white bathtub and turning the faucet on. The water was warm, not scalding. I made sure of it.

She looked up at me when I joined her there. “Hey, get out of the water. Can’t you see it’s bloody here?” she shooed me away, blushing.

“I know, and I’m the cause of it,” I pointed out with a serious face, looking down at my bloodied shaft.

She sighed when I finally settled behind her and hugged her to me. She relaxed after a few moments of being rigid. We soaked there for minutes while I rubbed her skin with bath gel.

“Why…?” I asked, without saying the rest of the words. I just wanted to know why she stayed untouched by any man until now.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” her reply to dismiss the topic.

I curtly nodded. Fair enough. We just met and maybe she didn’t trust me if it was some kind of a secret. Her reason, that is. I’d just respect it. For now. But I knew, eventually, I’d ask her about it again. I was really curious. Add to that, she didn’t want a father for her child. Who wouldn’t be curious by that? Didn’t she want commitment? Why? Was she afraid of it? But why? There were a lot of women who even tied themselves with the man they thought they loved at an early relationship, realising later on that their decision was wrong and ended up having a divorce. Was her reason along these lines? Was she just being cautious or what?

I wanted to know more about her. All at once, as much as possible. However, at this rate, she already clammed up, so it meant she didn’t trust me. Yet. I guessed I had to work on it at the duration of this romping relationship. Who knows it would become more than that?

‘Wait, why am I thinking this? Does it mean I’m really into her since I laid eyes on her? But that’s impossible. I’m attracted to her, but…’ And I trailed off.

I didn’t want to analyse all this at once, for now, when everything wasn’t even sure. But I knew deep inside that I did want to know everything about her.

“Why don’t you want to talk about it?” I found myself asking her, despite what she said.