Judas kiss

"He probably forgot-" Mila stuttered as she cried. "I can't believe I let him touch me." She said sobbed.

"Let it all out." Della said softly understanding that her friend needed to rant out everything that had just happened.

"Della he-he-he hurt me !" She paused her cheeks were already puffy from having cried a river for Alfredo. "He just took my virginity without my consent, i hate him."

"But you like the way he held you these past couple of days ?" Della aforementioned.

"THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW I WAS SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL, JESUS CHRIST !" Mila cursed. "I don't know how many times I have showered, i still feel him all over my skin, i hate it Della, i hate it so much." She said closing her eyes wanting to calm herself down.

"He won't stop looking for you ?" Della added.

"I don't know what he wants from me, goodness gracious !!" She held the bridge of her nose trying to calm down. "He is a criminal just like his father."

"You need to find closure Mila and that means you need to talk to him. Yes, it's been years but you simply ignored it. You slept around and tried to forget about it but you just haven't dealt with it." She paused. "That's why it still hurts."

"Don't say that ! I thought you were my friend Adela.." She said shaking her head slowly.

"I'm just being honest. You need to tell Alfredo about the child you both made. You need to tell him about everything, you have been meaning to get off your chest-"

"I don't have anything to say to him." She said dramatically wiping the tears on her cheeks, a frown on her lips.

"Remember when you told me that the rest of the nights were different from the first night. He told you he was scared and he had never done this before. He promised he wouldn't hurt you the way-"

"Stop stop stop just stop." Mila said shaking her head furiously.

fine." Della said giving her a small smile while

you ?"

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mess, he looked like he was coming from the gym. They stood in the middle

help you with ?" Della said

the only maid?I?wanted?in my suite." He?almost?yelled but?lowered?his voice when

not be cleaned

just make sure she comes back."

so please lay a complaint at the reception and your request will be dealt with." Della said

Alfredo said letting his?arrogant?Facade?down.?Felipé?rolled his eyes, he knew?everything.?Coming to?New York was a bad endeavor. He was there the night of?Alfredo's?birthday, he stood not so far from the scene. The day at the club Savanah he?recognized?Mila as the girl his boss had slept with a 18. He tried his best to bring as many girls to?dance?around the Mafia Prince but it was all to a?lost?cause because?Alfredo?saw her and?couldn't?keep his eyes off her. He knew Mila was going to break his heart, he just?didn't?know how to tell Alfredo that Mila was the?girl?who had been?haunting his?dreams

just needs space."

a man who?has?been giving her an orgasm every?night?in her dreams.?He?looked devilishly handsome, she?felt?her knees become weak. She?thought?about?him?pushing her against the wall as he?almost?choked her... she sensed?danger?from him but she loved it. Their eyes immediately found each

"Spencer ?" Alfredo greeted.

replied?referring?to his appearance.?Adela's?eyes were on his lips the way they opened and closed as his tongue?licked?the

gave a pat on the shoulder to Spencer before walking away with?Felipé?on his tail. Leaving Spencer and Adela alone. Della?suddenly?felt conscious, did he even remember her ? she thought. Did she look okay ? he

but definitely not here."?Spencer?said smoothly backing her up next the wall. The were so close her chest was pressed onto his rigid chest.

were. He?didn't?waste?any time?locking lips with her, she immediately responded. Adela had been thinking about this kiss throughout the week. She had to pinch herself to make sure she?wasn't?dreaming or hallucinating. His lips tasted like mint and cinnamon, she let his tongue explore her mouth as his hand softly went?up?her dress, she flinched not expecting

blushed softly looking at the grey carpet in the corridor and the white wall. Spencer had his hands in

the card he was holding out

take you out on a?proper?date." Her stomach was doing somersaults, she never thought she would say yes to a?date?in a million years. She always turned?everyone?down. She took the card, written Spencer Hurst. The number printed was an office number but there was blue ink right below where he had written his

her pocket, softly laying the card on his hard chest, she scribbled down

as he was about to slam his lips onto hers they were

see?Féng?Shen in his white gown and wet hair