A few hours later…
Ariel tosses on the bed for the umpteenth time, as she forces her eyes open. She suddenly opens them again as she stares up at the white ceiling. It’s almost midnight and she has been trying to get some sleep for hours, but it doesn’t seem like it’ll be possible, and she’s already feeling frustrated.
“Shit!” She curses under her breath as she sits up on the bed and leans against the wall as she runs her fingers through her hair.
“Why can’t I sleep?” She mumbles angrily to herself before she sighs briefly. She glances over to the wall clock and realizes that it’s already 10:55pm, which means that she’s supposed to have been asleep by now.
Her stomach suddenly grumbles, and she clutches it tightly and yawns tiredly. Gosh! She’s hungry again. She snorts angrily as she swings her legs down the bed and gets on her feet, dragging herself out of the room afterward. She’s just three weeks pregnant and she’s eating this much, she can’t help wondering what it’ll be like when her baby bump is already showing. Maybe she’ll eat the whole food in the store.
Pulling the door open, she strides out of the room and down the hallway with her tired legs. The noises coming from one of the rooms pull her attention, and she stops abruptly and glances over to the room.
“What’s that noise?” She asks herself, then shrugs and starts walking away.
“I love you, babe,” Max’s voice sounds from the room, and she stops abruptly and slowly clenches her fists. Her heart wrenches in pain and tears suddenly well up in her eyes. It hurts to hear him say that to another woman, and not her.
“The woman is his wife for crying out loud, Ariel. Don’t let your emotions make you so stupid!” Her subconscious mind screams at her, and she bites her bottom lip. As much as she doesn’t want to think about it, as much as she wants to maintain her boundary, she can’t help still being sad. She has feelings for this man, and she can’t help the feeling of anger whenever she imagines him being all loving and caring to another woman.
Still standing on the spot and staring at the door with tears streaming down her cheeks, the door suddenly opens and Max steps out, but he stops abruptly and his face dilates in shock as the sight of Ariel welcomes him.
“I… I… I was going to get a glass of water,” Embarrassed, she stutters nervously and without waiting to hear anything else from him, she scurries away, while he stares at her confusingly.
“Why was she crying?” He mumbles to himself as he stares into space. He shrugs before walking down the hallway. He was initially on his way to the kitchen to get something.
Inside the kitchen…
Ariel walks inside and set to make instant noodles for herself. It only take her a few minutes to set everything up as she wait for it to be done before she would dish it out and eat to her satisfaction.
Leaning against the counter and staring into space, many thoughts run through her mind and she can’t help the drop of tears that slid down the corner of her cheek.
“Don’t be like this, Ariel. You’re nothing to him. You’re only his breeder, and he’ll never see you more than that. He’s so in love with his wife, can’t you see that? Stop being too expectant, will you?” She mumbles to herself as she fights back her tears, but they still find their way out anyway. How’s she not supposed to cry when she’s going through so much pain deep inside her? She’s not so strong to pretend that everything is fine, at least not when she’s alone. It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to not be okay, and it’s fine to let her pain out and be free of the burden.
“Are you ok?” She didn’t know that Max has been in the kitchen with her and watching her cry all these minutes until he finally speaks up to get her attention. Tilting her head in the direction of the door, she finds him standing there with a blank expression on his face.
“Hmm,” She nods her head as she quickly wipes her tears. Her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“You don’t look like you are, anyway…” He pauses as he walks over to the refrigerator then flings the door open and picks out a bottle of milk from there and pours some into a tall glass. He keeps the bottle back in the refrigerator and sips from the tall glass before he finally turns around to face Ariel again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Now leaning against the counter and staring at her with a questioning look on his face.
“It hurts to see you with another woman. I just want you to myself, Max. Is the handwriting not bold enough?” She so much wants to scream at him and tell him how she feels, but recalling that he’ll never return the feeling, she feels like there’s no need for that. Besides, she’s their property. What if they throw her out in the street? Where will she go from here? Not that she has anywhere else except for this place. Going back to her mom is the last thing she would do, no matter how difficult the situation proves to be.
“I’m fine,” She shakes her head in denial while having a smile on her face, but behind that smile, Max can see the pain in her eyes. He can see through her innocent eyes, and although she tries to cover her emotions, he can see through them clearly, and he can’t help but be confused about why she is like this, and for some reason, he finds himself feeling sad that she’s not happy.
“I don’t believe you, Ariel…” He pauses then drops the glass on the counter and walks over to her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he stares into her eyes with a desirable look on his face. His heart races so fast that he feels like it’ll force its way out of his chest anytime soon. Slowly, he finds himself leaning over her until their lips are touching. He kisses her slowly and passionately, and she responds to it immediately. Because why won’t she? This is what she wanted anyway.
She wraps her hands around his neck and pulls him close to herself while deepening the kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance, and their breaths becoming thick. Feeling his hand crawl under her robe, her lower abdomen twitches in anticipation, and her already wet vaginal throbs and craves him so deep inside her. She shrieks and grabs him tightly when she feels his finger rub on her wet vaginal, driving her to the edge of craziness. This is crazy and embarrassing, is he possibly going to have sex with her in the kitchen?
He pushes his finger inside her and she throws her head back as she feels her heart stops beating for a while. The usual crazy sensation burns in her, and her legs wobble on the floor as he thrusts in and out of her with his two fingers, until she releases her juice all over his hand.
“Good night,” His head nuzzles deep into her neck, he whispers to her and bites her neck lightly. And with that, he pulls away from her and strides out of the kitchen without sparing her another glance…