KATALINA.
It was cool and quiet when I woke up. Looking around, I knew that we were airborne instantly. This was Huracio’s private cabin. I tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot through my spine, reminding me to stay put.
On our way home, everything that happened on the weekend still felt like a dream. I lifted my ring finger and took a proper look at the new ring for the first time. It was pretty. The diamond was bigger and brighter. It looked more delicate than the former one. It was something he made while thinking of me.
Questions raced through my head, but most importantly, I was very happy. His words kept ringing in my ears. This ring was specially made for you. That was what he said.
I struggled to sit up, but once I got into position, I regretted moving at all. Everywhere ached. My neck, my joints, my backside, in-between my legs, even my toes didn’t like moving. To cap it all, a slight ache started growing from the back of my head. For about five minutes, it quickly spread to my front lobe. Luckily there were several fluffy pillows. I propped my head with like three of them and hugged a fourth. I then closed my eyes, trying to rest.
A few minutes later, the partition opened and Huracio stepped in with a food tray.
“You are up. How do you feel?” He asked in a soft voice.
Too heavy to even shake my head, I just grunted. That headache wasn’t slowing down at all. He placed his hand on my forehead and sighed in relief.
“You don’t have a fever. Eat something and take some painkillers.”
He sat beside me and slid his hand under me. He then guided me onto his torso. Offering no resistance, I let him maneuver my frail body until I was seated in between his legs.
“Open your mouth.”
I forced my eyes into slits and saw that he was holding a spoon up in front of me, waiting. I grimaced and opened my mouth. It felt parched and heavy. The spoon came close and warm custard flowed into my mouth. It was sweet and creamy. I let it spread around my mouth, dispelling the heaviness. The instant sweet and creamy taste seemed to sink into every fiber, waking my body up and reminding my stomach of its need for fuel. I quickly swallowed it and opened my mouth wider.
By the time I was done with the custard in the bowl, my headache had reduced and my body had gathered some energy. Huracio gave me some painkillers and tucked me back in bed.
When next I opened my eyes, we were landing. That was when I knew I was a total wreck. I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t even stand. Every part of me ached. I took just two steps and wanted to start crying. It was as if hot coals were embedded in between my legs. My pussy was burning up as if hot pepper was sprinkled on it.
Chuckling and feeling proud, Huracio carried me down the plane and tucked me in his car. When we got home, Rosa was waiting. When she saw my pale face, she was aghast, but the knowing smile on Huracio’s face must have given her a hint. She rolled her eyes at him and gave me a smile that seemed to say, “You have done a good job.”
Like who fucking needs her approval?
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I couldn’t even fully open them. I was seeing the world through tiny slits.
For the rest of the day, I slept in. The next morning, Huracio got up early and woke me up. I thought I would be better, but no way. I still ached. Though it wasn’t as bad as the previous day, it was bad enough to make me stay in bed.
“Kitty, I have to catch up on work. So I will be gone all day.” Huracio placed a kiss on my forehead. “Don’t get out of bed. Let Rosa take care of you…”
I instantly frowned, ready to protest.
“Hm, hm. Don’t do that.” His soft face turned stern and he shook his head in disapproval. “Rosa is as good as my mother. You have to give her that respect. She is a kind woman. Can’t you give her a chance?” He frowned at me.
Though I heard everything he said, the only words that sank in was “She is as good as my mother.”
No wonder he went berserk that day. Since we had that fight where he nearly roasted me alive, I have always wondered why he reacted violently. Though I suspected that it was because of her, I wasn’t really sure. In fact, that incident made me hate her even more. How could I be the one getting harassed and fucked every day, while she gets to come first in his heart? What did she do to deserve his protection?
She is like his mother to him. Now am I to beat that?
Indeed, I have never heard him speak of his business and family. Meaning that he knew everything about me, and I knew nothing about him. I was in the light with nothing to leverage on, while he was in the dark using everything I had against me. That wasn’t a suitable position to be in this situation.
Since Rosa is like a mother to him and he wanted me to get close to her, that is exactly what I will do. Say no more, Huracio. I will treat her better than a mother-in-law.
Hiding the malice in my heart, I nodded and coquettishly smiled at him.
“Good girl.” He rubbed my head and planted a kiss on my lips.
Once he was gone, Rosa came in with a tray of food and I smiled at her, thanking her for her effort.
To say she was shocked would be an understatement. Her eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets.
I was able to get out of bed within two days, but walking was hard. It was as if my pelvis was dislocated and refixed. Huracio had managed to twist every nerve in my body, stressing them to a breaking point.
Luckily, he was a nice guy and didn’t ask me for sex for the three days. Even when I made advances and stole kisses, he would just return the kisses and ask me to go to sleep.
The following seven days were slow and boring. Huracio was never home. He would leave early in the morning, and return after midnight. The most infuriating thing was that he was very casual with me. All I got was a single casual kiss on my forehead each morning.
It was as if the honeymoon was a dream I made up in my mind. How can a man suddenly lose his enthusiasm for his wife’s body? A body he seemingly couldn’t stop touching or playing with.
As if that wasn’t enough, getting close to Rosa wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. We exchanged greetings, but after that, there was nothing to talk about. Each time I tried to start a conversation, she would smartly excuse herself and disappear. I wanted to scream at her, but remembering how Huracio had left me to roast in his red room just for not thanking her for cooking my meal, I had no choice but to swallow my retorts.
Huracio not making advances, not ravishing me like a whore was weird. I have lived each day of the past three months, either having him in my mouth or having my pussy in his mouth. The sudden withdrawal left me feeling lost and irate. He said he wanted me to heal up, but when has my pain ever mattered to him?
Just as I was thinking of how to seduce him into my bed, he handed me a document with my name on it. Opening it, I found deeds to a property, somewhere in the city.
I thought the surprise was over, but I was wrong. This man just kept giving me things, making me dizzy and confused.