Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Zenovia

When I went out of the bathroom, I found Maksimillian missing. The table was left abandoned with some unfinished food. It was like he was just gone from the face of the earth. I couldn’t help but feel rejected for some reason.

It hurt so much!

Was he not going to even say goodbye? Didn’t he even leave at least a short note or something? Right, there was no pen or paper lying around here, so he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

I took my phone that was lying next to my empty white plate, checking my email just in case he wrote me one. But I was even more disappointed. He didn’t even send me a quick, short reply for the copy of the contract I sent or just a line that he was going. That he just snatched my virgnity and was off into the night.

“He could’ve just hollered, if he instead not going to spend the night with me here!” I murmured to myself, hating him that very moment.

But why? This wasn’t right. I shouldn’t hate him or even get disappointed with him. We only just met, gave me what I want and…

I sighed. Right. I still had to change.

Instead of thinking about him, I went over to the built-in cabinet a couple steps away from the side of the bed. I took a nightshirt and a fresh underwear. I washed before changing, and I examined my reflection closely in the square mirror, which was mounted above the big white sink.

Căcat! I looked miserable. There was the noticeable lifelessness in my grey eyes. The green specks looked dull.

Everything about what my father did to my mother came back to me. I saw my mother cry almost every night. When she’d notice me, she’d go to her room and hide herself there. But I did hear her sobs. It tore my heart at the time.

I really hated my father for leaving her then that I swore I’d never fall in love and marry. When I grew up, I realised I’d need someone with me, to not be alone. To not feel empty living all alone. Just that I still didn’t want to have anything to do with men… until this intimate problem came along.

I questioned God why me? How could He do this to me? Why did He give me such a burden that was too much for me to carry? I didn’t do anything wrong to be punished like this, so why?

A tear escaped from each of my eyes and raced down to my chin. A small sob left my throat as I continued to stare at my pitiable reflection in the mirror. I cried for a whole minute or so. But I took a deep breath after that. I shouldn’t let all these things get to me. I had to be strong. I just had to do what I needed to do, whether with or without Maksimillian’s sperm donation!

“I’m fine. I’m good. I’m healthy. I’m going to have a baby even if we just did it once,” I told myself like it was a mantra.

I washed my face and dabbed it dry with a face towel. I put it back on its holder on the wall before going out.

I was stunned when I saw Maksimillian standing close to the door that my heart jumped. My hand automatically went up to my chest.

“You startled me!” I complained breathlessly. My eyes went bigger as I gave him an admonishing look. Besides, I didn’t expect him to come back! At all! And I didn’t expect how my heart jumped with happiness because of seeing him again.

“I thought you might need this,” he said, holding out a white plastic bag.

My brows came together as I accepted it. Our fingers brushed, and I peered to check the content.

“Y-you bought me this?” I gaped at him.

“I thought you need it.” His eyes assessed me and what I was wearing. The cream-coloured sleeveless nightshirt’s hem just reached mid-thigh, while its scoop neckline was low enough to show off some upper part of my breasts.

I didn’t expect him to come back, let alone buy me some pads! Oh, crap. I hate thick pads! They make me uncomfortable, reminding me constantly that they’re there when I use them.

“You shouldn’t have—” I started, shaking my head.

“I may have no idea how it feels for you right now, but I couldn’t just let you feel uncomfortable, okay?” He gestured a hand in the air while he spoke.

I opened my mouth to tell him the truth, but I closed it. He was just being thoughtful and being nice to me. How would he know about my problem with thick pads anyway? But he should’ve told me he was going somewhere to buy me pads, instead of just letting me think he actually left for good, and I’d never see him again.

I gulped and nodded. “T-thanks.”

“And… I bought you some ice cream. I thought it’d cheer you up somehow?” He shrugged, and my eyes darted to the two cups of ice cream he bought.

“Wow! Double Dutch!” I exclaimed. “It’s my favourite!” I rushed to the table and excitedly opened it, after setting aside the plastic on the wooden chair. I picked up the clean teaspoon placed on the right side of my plate and started digging. “Oh, God! Thank you, Maksimillian!” I said with ice cream in my mouth.

I sighed with contentment. It’d been a long while since I ate this. I tried to stay away from too much sweets, afraid that I’d develop type 2 diabetes.

Maksimillian sauntered closer to me, smiling. I guess he was happy that I loved the ice cream flavour he bought for me.

“Hey, aren’t you eating, too?” I asked him, eyebrows rising as I regarded him.

My heart began to pound harder as he was too close to me than it was necessary. He looked down at my face, staring at the teaspoon that I just put inside my mouth.

I swallowed the ice cream, breathless and eyes unblinking. He held my hand that was holding the teaspoon and removed it from my mouth only to replace it with his lips. I couldn’t resist a moan to get out from my throat and brush my lips against his. His hot and wet tongue prodded inside my mouth, tasting and teasing me.

My core throbbed as he went on kissing me. I had no choice but to put the cup down on the table.

“I love and prefer the ice cream in your mouth, moye solntse,” he whispered and took the teaspoon from my hand. He momentarily parted his lips from mine to dig into the cup and gently fed me while our eyes held. The ice cream melt in my mouth as his sexy orbs focused on my lips.

I gasped when he covered my mouth with his once again. “Mmm…” I couldn’t help but said softly while he sucked my tongue. At the same time, my mind called out his name.

‘Oh, Doamne! He’s really, really good!’

I was breathless as our lips clung and sucked each other’s tongue alternately. His manly taste was mixed with ice cream that it made me more heady.

Barely aware that he placed the teaspoon in the ice cream cup, his hands started to cup my breasts to knead them slowly. He teased my now hardened peaks under the thin silky cloth. His palms rolled them, followed by his fingers that pinched them. The sweet sensation travelled all over my system and was trapped within my core, making me feel hotter and hornier.

“Maksimillian!” I exclaimed softly when his mouth left mine to kiss my earlobe and down the side of my neck. I had to hold onto him, and my hands fumbled with his waistband…