Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This chapter contains mature content...
‘I can’t go back, please, I just can’t do this anymore.’ A tear ran down her cheek as she looked at her reflection in the fogged-up mirror of the little bathroom.
Soft hands ran up her bare arms and soft hot lips tickled her neck.
She exhaled slowly and turned around, ‘He will kill you. He will kill both of us.’
‘Shh,’ He brushed his thumb over her swollen pink lips, ‘I don’t want you to worry. Just two more weeks, sweetheart and we leave. All I am asking for is your trust.’ He looked deep into her eyes.
She hung her head and then looked back into his deep blues. In her heart, two weeks felt like forever. She was exhausted and just needed to be with this man. Her body and soul ached for him every time she was away from him. She nodded. All she could do was brace herself. She had been doing so for the past four years anyway.
‘I am going to take you away from all of this Asia, this is my promise to you.’ He took her into his arms and held her tightly.
All he wanted to do was see her happy. See her smile. She looked like an angel when she did. His angel. He didn’t ever plan on falling in love with this woman. Ever. But fate was cruel, bringing her into his life when being with her was going to be tricky, possibly impossible. He had made up his mind though, everyone deserves to be happy. They deserved to be happy together, no matter how big the sacrifice.
She stood on her tiptoes as her lips searched for his. Her little arms went around his neck and she deepened the kiss. They had this night, as always, it might be their last night.
She took his hand and led him to the bed that was sitting unraveled in the next room. She pulled him down with her as she settled her naked body on the warm sheets. He followed her lead as he dipped his head and began teasing her tight nipples. A sexy moan escaped her lips as he turned his attention to the other nipple. The places where their bodies were touching were scorching hot. She ran her fingers over his muscles, tracing every curve and ridge with the softest touch of her fingertips.
She pressed him on top of her and almost climaxed with the mere pleasure of having his heavy sweaty body on top of her. He kissed her passionately and she welcomed every stroke of his tongue. She felt his hand move down slowly, searching. His touch alone had her head spinning and her blood rushing. He slowly slid his finger into her and she arched. He slid it out and then once again pushed it in. She moaned loudly and he began exploring her G-spot. She felt his smile against her dark damp her as her juices released. He used his palm to tease her clit and she couldn’t help but call his name.
She decided that two could play the game as she began stroking him tenderly. His thickness and pulsing veins just made her ache for him more. She heard him inhale sharply and she knew she was doing it right. In a second he removed her hand and plunged deeply into her. He felt her core clench. The perfect welcome. He gathered her in his arms making sure their bodies were almost fusing into each other. They moved together with a rhythm that had both of them grinding harder.
Asia flexed her hips as he went deeper and deeper into her core. His strokes were driving her closer to the brink with each passing second. She grabbed at his hair and he grunted like the beast he was at that moment. He moved faster and faster, Asia crying out loudly. Finally, he clumped her tiny waist as they both reached the peak and collapsed into each other. He breathed heavily as Asia still twitched deliciously beneath him. He kissed her softly as he moved to lay beside her, his hand soothing her entrance gently.
Asia turned to him and brushed the black locks from his face. This face, how could she hate it and love it so much at the same time?
At Estaban Navarro's Residence...
“You are lucky I know you are not a whore,” Estaban looked at her through the amber liquid in his glass, “Otherwise I would have blown your head off a long time ago, coming back home at this time of the night.”
Asia just looked at him.
‘Two weeks.’ She thought to herself. Two weeks and she will be leaving Hades behind....for good.
“Are you pregnant yet? You know I need a son right?”
Asia continued staring at him. She was so numb towards her husband, she didn’t feel anything. No sadness, no pain, no betrayal. Absolutely nothing.
“I always tell you, we need to go to the doctor. Just to make sure everything is okay. Maybe there is a problem and -” Asia shrugged her shoulders.
Estaban laughed, “That is not a Navarro problem, wifey.”
“Hmm,” Asia shrugged again, “Then it's just a matter of time then. I am heading upstairs to bed.”
“Yeah, I am coming up too. We continue trying for our son.”
“Okay, I will wait for you,” Asia replied trying her best to keep her voice steady.
He sipped from his glass, “Don’t worry baby. Tonight I want it to go smoothly. Smooth like DiCaprio in Titanic.” He stood up and staggered to her, “So wipe that silly concern from your face right now.”
Asia started walking away from him when his fist tangled itself in her hair and he pulled her back into a kiss. A rough distasteful kiss.
“No sex tonight. Tonight I want to make sweet love to my sweet wife.”
Asia almost gagged at his liquor-tainted foul breath. She breathed out slowly and smiled.
“I will be waiting for you.”
This night was going to end in one of two ways, either way, she was going to take the L. Either he was going to make drunk passionless love to her, or he was going to drink himself to a stoop and pass out in his office. As strange as it would seem, she would rather face the first scenario. Because when he passes out in the office, he would wake up with a vengeance. He would seek the blood of the person who did not wake him up to make love to his wife so that they could conceive his son.
Asia heard her husband stumble into their bedroom. His footsteps led up to his dresser and stopped. She heard him kick off his shoes and unzip his trousers. She prayed quickly and silently as she felt her husband’s mass settle on the bed.
The next morning...
“After last night, I do not know how you could not have my son in there.” Estaban cupped her face and gave her a big sloppy kiss.
Asia just gave a small smile and turned away.
Estaban mimicked her smile as his fist entangled itself in her hair and he yanked her head back.
“Let me find out you are using any damn pills, I am no idiot, Asia.”
She wiggled free from his grip and walked over to the bathroom, “Have you seen any pills in this house?”
He gave her a cocky smile and shrugged it off, “We leave in the next hour, we don’t want to be late to this thing.”
After her shower, Asia peeped through the bathroom door to make sure the room was clear and her husband was nowhere in sight. She quickly rushed to her closet and reached for a beautiful white fur coat. She patted the inner pocket and felt what she was looking for. She pulled out the small orange bottle of pills and popped one in her mouth. She put the bottle back and went to get dressed. The quinceañera was for one of the Navarro’s good family friends. This must have been the tenth one she was going to attend since the man had so many daughters....well children in general. Three-quarters of which were out of wedlock. Asia got to hand it to the guy though, Rodrigo always took care of his kids, even the bastards.
Asia decided to go for something semi-casual, not too basic but not over the top. A little gray knee-length bodycon dress with strappy mid-heels. She sat at her vanity to brush on a little makeup and hide the bruise on her cheek that she had for a week now. She pulled the left drawer and reached for her clip-ins, she was not planning on doing anything fancy to her hair, instead, she did a simple half-up half-down ponytail. She added her highlighted hair clip-ins to add length and volume. She went for a glossy lip and was downstairs with a few minutes to spare.
The car ride was quiet. Estaban was on his phone, sending some business texts, watching porn, she didn’t care. The two of them rode in the back while her husband's henchman, Leo sat in the front seat and Frank drove them.
The Rodrigo family did not live far away, they were much closer than even the Navarro residence. They pulled into the driveway of the bricked mansion. It was packed as usual. Asia scanned the parked cars and sighed with relief once she potted the one she was looking for—a black Range Rover Velar. There was no mistaking who it was for. Leo opened the door for Estaban and Frank did the same for her. She walked behind her husband as they made their way to the back of the house. That is where the parties were always held. Inside was for business.
