KATALINA
“Her friends told the police that we were the only ones who had a problem with her.”
I instantly felt worried. What if they investigated me and found out that we met on the day she was attacked?
“You don’t have to worry about it. Once they found out you were married, they left us alone.”
“Really?” I was wide-eyed.
“It’s been more than two weeks, so maybe they don’t need to come in. I don’t know.”
Huracio.
He must have taken care of it. I couldn’t help but be wary of his ability to do and undo. It is uncanny.
Once She was gone, I started packing some miscellaneous stuff into a small carry-on. They were mostly my toiletries and some of my favorite home-wears.
The meal was delicious, but by the time we finished eating, I was restless.
With plans to go shopping with her in a few days, I left once we were done eating.
Getting home around 3 pm, I found a spread on the dining table. Rosa prepared something.
Who asked her?
I wanted to just ignore it and go upstairs, but remembering Huracio’s words, I had a rethink and came back.
I went into the kitchen, picked up a tray, placed the two dishes and one soup on it, and carried everything upstairs.
I kept the food on the table by the window. I then found a paper and a pen. Quickly addressed a short note to Rosa, telling her not to prepare my meals again. I will be doing it myself.
I returned downstairs where I stuck the note to the fridge, grabbed some fruits, and then went back upstairs.
It was the longest afternoon of my life.
I ate the fruits and crawled into bed. After a few restless turns around, I sat up, went to the food tray, and opened it. It was grilled chicken, white rice, and a sweet corn vegetable soup.
The room was soon filled with the fragrance and I couldn’t resist it. I wasn’t hungry, but I was bored silly. If Huracio was around, I would be anywhere but around him. The awareness of his presence always left me on edge. If he was in the room, I would be downstairs watching TV. If he was downstairs, I would be in the room pretending to sleep. If he was in the study, I would still stay downstairs. Sometimes, I go strolling around the compound, just to stay away from him. On days he decided to be clingy, which was more often than not, – I would be on my toes while being kept in a state of constant arousal.
Therefore, being alone should be relaxing for me. I should be happy.
But I wasn’t.
I missed being on edge.
I missed the hide-and-seek I played with him in my head.
I missed his teasing. The way he casually smacks my butt cheeks when walking by me.
The way he ravaged my body with his eyes, made me feel naked in his presence.
I missed being sexually harassed by him.
I missed not being able to cook for him.
His smell, his cocky, creepy smile.
His chest under my head, and his silent chuckles when I tried to subtly disobey him.
I missed him.
I subconsciously kept pacing between the window and the bed, and before long, the plates were empty.
I had no idea when I slept off, but by the time I woke up, it was dark outside and my phone was what woke me up.
It was Huracio calling.
The moment I saw his name, my eyes cleared and a sense of excitement surged through my body.
“Hello,” I ran my free hand through my hair and kept pacing just to control my excitement. I didn’t want him to know that I was already going crazy.
“What were you doing? It took you so long to answer your phone.”
His voice was gruffly and startling. I felt a twinge of fear hit my chest, and my excitement evaporated instantly.
Even across the phone, I could feel his displeasure.
“I was sleeping,” I whispered.
“… ”
There was a long silence that had me panicking. I couldn’t think of any reason he would be angry.
“What did you do today?” He finally broke the silence in a softer tone.
I huffed with trembling breath and replied.
“I went out with Emilia. We had coffee.”
“Is that all? ”
“We also went back to our apartment… ”
“That’s no longer your apartment, Kitty. My house is now your home. Our home. Anywhere else is not home.”
“…”
Perplexed by the sudden redirection of the discussion, I stayed silent.
“After going to Emilia’s apartment, what else did you do?” He continued.
“I came back home and slept.”
“That’s all you did? ”
“Yes.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing else,” I replied with a frown.
“So, what was Gerald doing at my place yesterday, and why did you visit him at his hospital this morning?”
“Oh, that. I forgot. Emilia wanted to come here, but I didn’t want to bring her here, so I asked Gerald to lend me his hospital as a pick-up point.” I replied as relief flooded over me.
“Why can’t you bring Emilia to our house?”
My jaws dropped because I wasn’t expecting that question.
“Can I let her visit me?” I almost stuttered.
“Not when I am around. But whenever I travel, she is free to come play with you. Rosa can prepare a room for her.”
The more he spoke, the wider my eyes got. He didn’t mind Emilia coming to the house?
“Are you serious?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
“Of course. I would rather have Emilia come stay with you than have you visit with my associates without my permission. What happened between you and Gerald must never repeat itself. Is that clear?”
In the middle of his talk, his voice suddenly took a turn and his words caught me off guard. I only asked the doctor for an address. How could that be a problem?
I knew Huracio would know about this, and since I wasn’t doing anything wrong, it never occurred to me that he wouldn’t like it.
“I…”
Before I could say anything, the phone went dead.
I couldn’t believe he would get upset because of something so harmless.
And at the same time, I felt giddy.
He was jealous. I made him jealous and it felt good.
Just as I was recovering from that tumultuous phone call, my phone beeped and I picked it up. It was a text message from Huracio.
“Did you miss me?” – Huracio.
I shivered, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
This is how it has always been. One moment, he would be reprimanding me. And the next moment, he would be teasing or flirting with me. On most days, he would have my knees spread out and be eating my pussy.
Gush. Reading that simple sentence made me horny.
“Yes. I missed you.” I replied, wondering if he knew how much of that was true.