KATALINA
I went through the stack of albums three times but couldn’t find it. Frustrated, I went back to Mum’s room and started searching again. This time, I did a slow and meticulous search, going through everything carefully. I knew I was forgetting something, but I couldn’t remember what it was.
After a fourth search and still nothing, I gave up. I went to my room to see if there was anything there that I might need.
My room was as dusty as the rest of the house. I had the urge to start cleaning but repressed it. This wasn’t my home anymore. Though everything here belonged to me, I have so much now that they don’t matter.
I opened my closet and started looking around. Apart from my toiletries that can expire, nothing took my fancy. Even my highly appreciated perfumes and body lotions. All the products I use for my beauty routines felt like trash. Compared to what Huracio picked for me, they are actually trash. But if I leave them behind, they will go to waste, so I packed them.
“Emilia, what do you think I should do with my things?” I asked in a solemn voice.
“Donate them?” She shrugged casually.
“I guess that’s what I will do.”
Having made that decision, it was easy to let go. But as I was about to turn away from the room, my eyes landed on a small, black bag, tucked in a corner of the room. Seeing it, light bulbs switch on in my head. The picture I was looking for should be there. I just remembered that I removed it from one of the albums and kept it for myself because I considered the man in it as the only family member from my mum’s side of the family.
I hurried over, grabbed the bag and opened it. Inside was a diary and some long forgotten trinkets I adored as a child.
I opened the diary and right there was the picture. In it were four men in their late twenties, drinking at a table. They looked relaxed and happy.
“Oh, my gawd!”
The moment I saw them, I shivered and started trembling. The picture nearly fell off, but Emilia quickly grabbed it.
“Wha- isn’t this Huracio’s best man?” Emilia frowned at the picture then turned to me.
“Yes. This is Salvatore. Huracio’s best man. This one…” I pointed to another man in the picture with shaking hands. “is Gerald, Huracio’s doctor. This one here is the one who has my eyes. Look at him. His eyes are exactly like mine, right?” I said with a shaky voice.
“And the last man?” Emilia asked in a very small voice.
“I don’t know him.” I shook my head, tears started trailing down my cheeks.
“You know what this means, right?” Emilia asked carefully, as if she was talking to a child.
Nodding, I sniffed and wiped off my tears.
“Mum had always known Salvatore and Gerald. She pretended not to know him before.”
“She did?”
“We had a family dinner after Huracio accepted her proposal. Salvatore is Huracio’s only family here. When Mum saw him, she didn’t do like she knew him. She pretended like they were meeting for the first time.”
“This situation is getting complicated now, Kata. This man might be your real Dad.”
“Or the person Mum is working for.” I replied with a stiff voice.
It isn’t that I don’t agree with Emilia, but I refuse to accept it. Our assumptions have to be wrong. Therefore, I will not voice them out. It just sounded so wrong. I will not accept it!
“What do you want to do now?”
“I want to go home.”
“The country side?”
“Yes. Granny must know something.”
“With how bad her health is, do you think it’s okay to let her know that Helena is missing?”
“No. I am not going to tell her.”
We soon left the place, but by the time we got to school, it was evening and our lectures were long over. We only returned to school because Stone was waiting for me there.
To be on the safer side, we kept the file in Emilia’s trunk. To get to it, one will have to first bring out her spare tyre, then find the key to a small compartment that is linked to the back seat.
As the car was making it’s way up my drive, I spotted Huracio. He was standing in front of the door with his hands in his pockets.
My heart trembled. Gripped with fear, I broke out in a cold sweat. I must pull myself together before facing him. I dared not give away any hint. Taking a deep breath, I started counting numbers backward, starting from 20.
Getting out of the car, my legs threatened to give way. Remembering how I had admonished Emilia to pretend that she knew nothing, I scoffed at myself. If I can’t hold it together, what right do I have to tell Emilia to do it? Though she has stronger mental fortitude, she knew next to nothing about Huracio. She has every right to be scared. On my part, I am convinced that he wouldn’t hurt me. But in the same breath, I am convinced that if he should find out that I have been lying to him, he would kill me.
“Kitty.” Huracio walked over when he saw my hesitation. “Are to Okay?” He gently cupped my head in his hands. He dropped a kiss on my forehead and gazed into my eyes.
Something about that look was different. He has always given soft, caring gazes, but behind them was a cold mischief, always waiting to get triggered. But the gaze he gave me this time around was purely soft. There was no restraints or reservations. I searched it for the subtle warning always hidden within it, but I found none.
With the way he stormed off the last time, I didn’t expect such a warm and heart melting welcome. I couldn’t help but wonder if his good mood was because he had caught up with Mum. That thought should filed me with dread, but it didn’t. Not because I stopped caring, but because the moment I gazed into his eyes, I lost the ability to care for anyone or anything. My soul trembled. It was suddenly overwhelm a live like a withering plant that finally got some sprinkles of water.
“Huracio,” I whispered in response. I helplessly fell in love with him again and again, unable to stop myself. Unable to resist the inexplicable desire to submit and be owned.
Looking into his eyes, every worry was gone. All that mattered was how much I love him, how much I missed. How much I wanted to be with him. How badly I wanted him inside me.
For a week, I had been on my toes, worrying about how he ran off. Worrying that he was angry with me. Worrying about him catching my Mum. I was so worried that I couldn’t sleep easily, waking up at the slightest creaky reaky sounds. But at this instance, my taunted nerves weren’t worried, or fearful. They were sizzling with needs. Desires so primal that it felt like I was drugged. My legs gave way and I collapsed into him
“Huracio, I want you so badly. I have missed you.” I blurted out without thinking. My voice was low, and shaky, my heart was suddenly galloping. Every part of me was alive… and hungry.
“Oh, Kitty, oh Kitty…” He lowed his head and crushed my lips. Sighing with satisfaction, urged my greed, I opened up, meeting his warm, tantalizing tongue with mine. Our lips danced in swirls and rolled. Smacking sounds and rugged breathing filled the air. Scalding heat pooled in-between legs, urging me to merge with him.
I felt my body sliding down, but he caught my backside with one hand, pulling me into a gated embraced, that had me groaning. His arousing smell of Cigar and musky cologne overwhelmed my senses. I took a deep breathe and got more intoxicated.
I dropped my hands on his crotch, ready to undo his belt, but he broke the kiss and stopped me.
“Kitty, not here.” He chuckled, realizing how desperate I was.
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me into the house.
Once inside, he headed for the dining table and placed me on it. I sat up and started removing my shirt as he reclaimed my mouth. Once I started undressing, he started too and before long, the floor was littered with our wardrobe.
I promptly threw my bra away and started hugging on my jeans trousers. His shirt was off and his pants were already unbuckled. He dropped it and helped me drag my jeans down. I grabbed at his buckle, but he took my mouth and pushed me back.
“Huracio!” I gasped into his mouth as I felt two fingers slipping into my pussy. He swiftly thrust in and out twice, remove his fingers then smacked my pussy, sending shivers all over my body.
“You are so wet, Kitty.” His voice trembled with emotions. He was as overwhelmed as I was.
“Yes, Daddy. I am wet for you , Daddy. Take me Daddy.” I whimpered as I tried to control my shivering body.
He crushed my mouth and bit down on my lower lip, drawing blood. He then grabbed a breast, setting off fireworks in my head. I blindly reached for his cock, but couldn’t find it.
Frustrated, I arched my waist up and hit the hard bulge of his cock. It was still held within his pants.
“Daddy, please. Please fuck me. Please.” I begged, almost close to tears. Not having him side me gave me an overwhelming, miserable feeling.