Chapter 62: Chapter 62
The water sliding down my body reminds me of the many times that Kahin has made me his under the coolness of a shower, each drop that slides down my skin is like a caress from him, sighing, I decide to soap myself to go out or I am able to give myself pleasure. I alone I don't like the music that is playing so I change it, ready to get the soap off, I take a step and slip, I try to hold onto the stream of water and of course I fall like a sack of potatoes, laughing on the floor I watch the water fall and more I laugh, my stomach aching from laughing, I try to calm myself down, but it's impossible, how stupid I am. I finish bathing and get ready, still laughing I go out to tell Mom how silly her daughter is.
"Mama, can you guess what happened to me?" I yell out of my room, "I fell in the shower and tried to hold onto the water. Isn't your precious daughter smart?" Laughing, I go out to the living room and seeing Kahin there, I was surprised that Mom is also by his side and there are no screams, but after that I let myself go to my love., "I missed you so much," I sit astride him, "did you miss me too?"
He gives me a half smile, “that question is irrelevant."
Smiling happily, I kiss his lips.
“Oh my God,” my mother growls and gets up, I don't pay attention to her since I'm used to her behavior.
“We are going?” Kahin asks, I hope he got up on top of me but he doesn't, he must be tired, getting up, I pull him with me.
"Mom, I'm going, I promise to spend tomorrow with you, I love you,” I shout before leaving, I wait for her answer but I don't get it, frowning I decide to leave it like that. "Will we go to the mansion or your apartment?" I ask, turning on the music, “why isn't Malcolm with you?" I look at him, he's very quiet and too serious.
“We will go to the apartment, he is not here because I decided so, I wanted to be the one to come for you, only me,” he glanced at me.
You don't know how good it was for me, but we'll talk about that later, now I just want to be with my brunette. I caress the back of his neck, while I relax with the voice of Pablo Alboran. When we arrived at the apartment, I immediately go to the kitchen to prepare something quickly. A mashed potato with stewed chicken is ready so I serve the food and head to the room.
"We could have asked for something," he says when he sees me with the tray in my hand.
"I wanted to pamper you, you can't deny that," I set the tray aside and straddle him, “or do you want to dessert in advance?" I kiss his neck, "I look forward to you.”
He gets up with me in his arms and places me on the bed, to get on top of me, "France has made you very horny," he bites my lip, "I like that."
Smiling, I remove the buttons of his shirt, his hand sneaks under my dress and reaches my sex, his touch is everything for desire to resurface collectively. The two of us naked and with the tray on the floor because of our movements, we dedicate ourselves to enjoying ourselves.
“What happens?” I ask after a while, his penetrations are just as hard and tasty but I don't feel the same, he looks at me.
"What about what?" He kisses my neck again without stopping moving.
Panting, I force him to look at me, “I feel strange to you Kahin, there are few words you say and I don't know, there is something strange about you, you always give me pleasure with your words and today you don't.”
He frowns and moves more violently, "is this how you want me to fuck you? Is this how you like me to give it to you?”
Confused by his behavior and putting pleasure aside, I glare at him, “you've fooled me?” I ask in a shout, he stops right away, "Kahin, have you been with another while I was gone?" I force him to move away, but he doesn't, on the contrary, he begins to move with such force that it hurts me, I don't feel pleasure, I don't feel desire and I don't want to, “let go of me!”
"Fuck Marilí, stay still, I want to fuck,” he growls.
Altered by how he is behaving, I hit him until he stops moving and turns away, “what the hell is going on? Where do you get that?” Hurt by how he treated me, I pick up my clothes and get dressed. "I'll go home, when you're ready to talk about what's wrong with you then come get me," I glare at him, "I know you Kahin, I know when you are distracted, I know when something disturbs you and in sex none of those things come between your enjoyment and pleasure, and today they have." Ready on my way to the door, he who was also dressing follows me.
“Nothing's wrong with me, you're dramatizing everything.”
I turn around and look into his eyes, I smile, “none of that Kahin, I know how you are in sex, I know how you are when you have me spread my legs in your bed, it was a damn week apart, a damn week in which we do not see each other, if you had been right, you would have make me scream until I can’t no more, in a passionate and unbridled way and it was not like that.”
He gets closer to me, “and what the hell were you doing a minute ago?" He yells to my face, “weren't you yelling and asking for more?"
Losing control, I separate myself a little more, “yeah I did, but it didn't feel like it always did,” I also yell at him, leaving him standing there on the stairs, it's not possible for me to leave for just a week and everything between us will change, I'm starting to think that what he felt for me was nothing more than a whim and a lie. Leaving the apartment and about to get on the elevator, I see him pass me by, without noticing him, I also run, the anger and helplessness that I create by not knowing what is wrong with him are consuming me.
"Where the hell are you going? It's night, I'll take you.” I'm taking a few steps to get away from him and I think about ignoring him, but he's right, I'm not going to expose myself because of anger, I get in the car without looking at him, I don't feel like doing it. The road is silent and very tense, everything is strange, did he stop wanting me? Have you tried another? Does my mother have something to do with all this? Shaking all the questions from the my mind upon arrival, I got down from the car.
“Where do you think you are going?” I stop him when I see him walk beside me, "I already told you, I'm not going to see you until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you."
Without saying anything, he pulls my hand, when mom opens the door unceremoniously and still, he doesn't let go of me. He comes in, looks at mom furiously, “I cannot anymore.”
My mother freezes when she hears him, looking at Kahin for the tone he uses, I let go of him, “you don't have to talk to me that way in front of my mother, if you can't do any more, well, I'm not forcing you to do anything.”
Kahin pinches the bridge of his nose while keeping his eyes closed, as he opens them, he passes from what I said and looks at my mother with hatred that I have never seen before, "I can't handle this anymore, I won't let you take away my happiness." I look at my mother, the color is gone from her face.
"I want you to tell her everything, I want you to tell everything that is happening and I want you to tell her right now Camilla or I will." Kahin warns her. With a thousand hearts for how they look at each other and the things that Kahin says, I feel like he's going to tell me something, nothing good can be happening here when my mother says nothing and Kahin looks at her with all his hatred.
"Oh no, oh God,” I whisper putting my hand to my chest, this can only mean one thing, "mom, did you sleep with Kahin while I was gone?" My mother looks at me in pain and shortly after lowers her gaze, her action puts me at a point where I feel nothing, where everything is space and time, I don't know how to react, I don't know what the hell to say, “it can't be!” I was on the verge of having heart attack.