I cheated.

I cheated on Beatrice.

It constantly rang in my head, but deep down I couldn't bring myself to feel guilty.

Soft snores filled the room messing with my thoughts and I turned to find the lady from yesterday wrapped around me.

She refused to let go even when I tried to unglued her from me, her dark hair covered her face completely and I pushed it away to look at her properly.

She was brown, a lighter shade, caramel probably, she had a small cute nose and those lips, God, they tasted divine.

The memories of what happened last night came back and I got hard again, the girl was damn good in bed, with that tight snug pussy that tasted like heaven.

I stopped my mind from going further into the gutters, last night was enough but then again I was damn hard like a rock at the thought of her.

I might as well be a sinner completely and satisfy myself.

I was able to get out of her tight grip, she purred softly and blood rushed to my already hard cock making it throb and ache badly.

Her perky firm breast got my immediate attention, with red hand prints on them, they were my mark and it got me more hard as I stared at it.

I took one nipple into my mouth and she sighed softly, my hand acting on its own found her pussy and my fingers dived in stroking and rubbing circles on her pussy.

I rolled the bud in my mouth, biting and sucking hard on them, soft moans escaped her parted lips, her eyes still closed.

Her breasts were so soft that I had trouble letting them go. I pulled the other one into my mouth while palming the other, tweaking her nubs as I stroked her pussy.

Soft moans left her parted lips and smiled against her breasts, fucking her while asleep crossed my mind and I wondered how she'd react when she woke up to my dick buried deep inside her.

She made fantasies so real, and I hope she didn't wake until I was done.

I got under the sheets and spread her legs, she smelt so good that it hurt my dick to even think about not having a taste of this.

She was damn wet, she was dripping into the sheets, my tongue found her cunt and it jerked with one swipe of my tongue.

I became greedy instantly, eating her out with reckless abandon, her moans intensified and her legs shook lightly, I gripped them from thrashing too much as I sucked on her cunt.

She was breathing heavily, her moans becoming louder as I ate her pussy like a mad man.

Fuck, how could someone taste so magnificent.

I pulled off the sheet and looked at her, she was still asleep, beads of sweat creased her forehead, her lips slightly parted as she moaned softly.

I positioned my hard cock at her entrance, and slowly eased into her, her cunt clenched around my half cock inside her and I nearly came inside of her.

She was so tight, it was hard to enter her slowly without nearly combusting. I waited for her cunt to release my cock before moving again.

Her cunt trapped my cock yet again and I groaned gripping her thighs, as I cursed, once she released my cock I rammed into her at once and she jolted awake.

"Fuck" I cursed as I thrusted into her, she moaned, batting her lashes as she blinked away sleep, gripping the sheets, moaning loudly, the sounds she made only fueled my desire to thrust deeply into her, she gasped when I rammed into her pussy eyes meeting mine.

"Aurelio..." she muttered and I threw my head back, my name sounded so good coming from her mouth.

With my cock buried in her pussy, I leaned in and claimed her lips as I thrusted into her slowly, her moans and pleas were stifled by the kiss.

I trailed kisses to her neck, till I got to her tits, God they looked so good, I pulled back and thrust into her watching them jiggle with each thrust.

"Aure...fuck..hmm" I looked at her and the look on her face was enough to put me over the edge, hair scattered on the bed, some sticking to her face, her half closed eyes and her lips lost between her teeth.

"Please, Aurelio..." I loved it when she was writhing and begging beneath me with that look of innocence on her face.

I groaned as I quickened my pace "please... Aurelio..." she begged her voice soft and vulnerable, tears brimmed the corners of her eyes, rolling to her ear.

"Fuck..yes" she screamed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she convulsed, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

My pace quickened and I groaned in pleasure as her cunt clenched around my dick, her orgasm ripped through her shaking her profusely.

Her cunt clenched tightly around my cock and I groaned as shot loads of cum into her.

"Fuck" I cursed out of breath once again I'd cum inside her, she lay limp beneath me, my cock was still hard inside her and I thrust slowly into her.

"Please..don't...I'll...pass out if you do that again" she said breathlessly and I smirked and thrust into her earning a soft moan.

I pulled out and quickly got her cunt in my mouth, I sucked her juices that were dripping to the sheets.

Her pussy became so sensitive, it was quivering with each stroke of my tongue and that made me so damn happy.

The thought of fucking her all day lingered in my mind, she looked spent, and I believe she was hungry, I couldn't take my celibacy out on her.

"You're hungry?"" I asked and she turned to me, her eyes drooping like she was about to fall asleep but she nodded.

I got up and searched for my clothes, then remembered it was downstairs, I quickly went to the living room and found clothes.

I quickly ordered some pasta and went upstairs, she was still naked and in the same position I left her, though she looked asleep now.

"Are you okay? I asked and she opened her eyes and nodded, smiling weakly.

"I just need to bathe and get some food to my stomach" I nodded and got into the bathroom and filled the tub. I remember she smelt like an apple and luckily I'd bought some apple scented products when I was putting this house in order for a vacation with Beatrice.

The thought of Beatrice had me feeling guilty again but I quickly pushed it aside.

I returned and she had wrapped the duvet over her body, she still looked so ethereal.

"The shower's ready, I ordered some pasta, it should be here anytime soon" I said and noticed she wasn't looking at me but at my other half.

I looked down to notice I was still naked and my dick was semi-hard.

"You want to go another round?" I asked and she looked up at me, panic in her eyes as she shook her head quickly and I laughed.

"Go shower" she nodded but made no move to stand.

"Um...Aurelio I...I need help getting to the bathroom" she stammered and I stared at her until it finally clicked.

Fuck, did I ruin her legs?

"Um...that's fine" I felt quite ashamed to have done that to the poor girl. She let go of the duvet and I scooped her in my arms and went to the bathroom.

Mist clogged the bathroom and she seemed to breathe in relief as I dropped her into the tub.

"Thank you" I nodded and picked the bath sponge and lathered it and gently scrubbed her back, she relaxed against the tub, sighing softly.

It felt so natural doing this and the soft sighs that escape her lips was a testament that I was doing well.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Camille," she answered.

"American?" I asked.

"Italian, my mum was American, Philadelphia precisely".

She squealed in surprise when my hand brushed her pussy, and I stopped and raised my brows at her.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked and she shook her head.

"I'm just sensitive there" and I smiled and nodded.

"Should I continue?" And she nodded.

I gently scrubbed in between her legs, my fingers brushed against her clit and she moaned, and I got hard immediately.

She clasped a hand over her mouth and I chuckled.

I helped her out after I was done, she looked at her dress on the bed and bit her lips.

"I can't wear this" she muttered and I handed her a shirt of mine from the closet, she thanked me and put it on, it was extremely large on her and also covered my marks on her body.

A different ringtone broke the silence and she searched for it, when she picked the call, her tone became hushed.

"I'm fine, I'll be home soon" she answered.

"What? How did that happen?" She asked, her voice changing to a panicked one. The door bell rang and I went to pick the food.

When I returned she was on her feet, she seemed wobbly but she moved around to get something.

"What's wrong?" I asked, watching her panic.

"Um...I.. need to...I need to get home" she stammered.

"Food just arrived" she paused to look at my hand and I saw her gulp before meeting my eyes, her phone rang again and she shook her head.

"I'm so sorry but I can't stay, I need to leave now" she stumbled and I rushed to stop her from falling.

"Call the driver Keisha, my location is on" she said into the phone, she had her clothes and purse in her hands as she made for the door.

"How did this happen Keisha, what of my papa?" I followed her downstairs as she gently went down the stairs.

"I thought it was settled yesterday. Did she have to go on Instagram?" She stopped and sulked in her breath.

"I'll be there in a minute" she answered and ended the call.

"Something's up I guess" and she nodded.

"Maybe we can meet some other..." her phone cut her shut again.

"Giuro, papà, non è quello Che pensi"(I swear, papa, it's not what you think) she said In smooth Italian.

"ha iniziato lei per prima papà, io mi stavo solo difendendo" (she started it first papa, I was just defending myself).

"si, papà" (yes papa).

"l'autista è qui papà"(the driver is here papa).

She opened the door and stepped out, outside was a red Rolls Royce parked outside which surprised me, Camille opened the car and got in.

I breathed out sharply and returned upstairs. I took a quick bath and changed into a new set of clothes before searching for my phone.

Not like I expected a call from Beatrice, she never called and she probably hasn't even realised that I wasn't home last night, that's if she was even home herself.

I grabbed my phone, but my eye caught something on the white bedsheets and I frowned as I straightened the material to look closely.

Blood.

Specks of blood stained the white sheet, I searched all over the bed to see if she probably was on her period but nothing else.

The blood had already dried out, which meant it ought to have been yesterday.

She couldn't have been...

My mind paused before I chuckled to myself, she wasn't one, I would have known if she was a virgin.

Another look at the stains on the sheets and what I didn't want to believe seemed to be the most believable right now.

Camille was a virgin.

And it suddenly made sense, why she said I was too huge for her, why she was so sensitive after the first round.

It was probably her first and she kept quiet, I didn't even know what to say at the realisation.

Well, it didn't matter anyways, we would never meet and if we did I'd apologize and we'd move past it.

I called the house keeper and took the food with me and headed to my car.

"What's this video of you fighting in a restaurant, Camille?" I sighed.

"I didn't fight with her papa, she just made a rude comment and I stood up to her and besides I paid the customers there not to leak the video, I don't know why this is happening" I answered.

"You paid? Camille we own up to mistakes not pay them off, this is so terrible Camille, you're on almost every social media handle" papa said and took a seat.

"I'll sort that out papa, take some rest okay"

"How can I rest when my own daughter is being dragged all over the news?" he asked.

"Camille, you need to understand that you are part of the Barone enterprise, everything you do or say affects the company".

"And this right here is not a good look on the company, on me, people see you as a replica of me and if you go around behaving like this what do you think they think of me?" I sighed and nodded.

"I'm sorry papa, It won't happen again" he looked away and reached for a glass of water taking a sip.

"Maybe I actually spoil you too much, " he muttered.

"Why weren't you with Keisha in your apartment when I called?" he asked suddenly.

I...I...had to do some shopping" I stuttered, he ran his sharp eyes over me and looked away.

"Shopping, dressed like that? And without your car?" He asked" I bit my lips as I looked at the oversized shirt I wore and thankfully it covered all the hickeys and hand prints or else papa would be worried about something more than just the shirt.

"Keisha seems to be giving you too much freedom," he said.

"Come back home for now, we'll see if you're fit to go back to your apartment after this dies down" I nodded and he pressed the telephone to his ear and asked the driver to take me home.

Papa was calm which meant he was angry and angry papa was not nice papa and I wondered how people managed to think I was being spoiled by him.

Yes, he had his days but once he got mad at any of my behaviour I would have to lay low until he was okay.

A body guard followed behind me as we entered the private elevator only my papa used.

I was escorted to the red Rolls Royce outside and I got in, finally relaxing. Aurelio must have been shocked by my sudden leave and I didn't even get a number or anything.

"Fuck" I muttered as the car roll out of the car pack.

***

"What did your papa say?" Keisha asked and I sighed.

"I got scolded," I answered.

"I'm so sorry Cam, it's all my fault" and I smiled at her.

"Papa is just angry at the moment, you know how he gets" I said, nudging Keisha.

"What about the club, where were you and where did you come back from?" Keisha asked and a blushed crept up my cheeks.

"I passed out with a handsome stranger" I said, my voice small.

"Oh my gawd, tell me already" Keisha screamed and I laughed.

Keisha's mouth was wide open when I finished telling her everything.

"You can't be serious" I shrugged and showed her the hickeys on my neck and the fresh hand prints on my thighs.

"Dear goodness" she gasped.

"What got into you? I would never in my wildest dreams think you'd just let a random guy pop your cherry".

Heat crawled up my throat and I began to fidget with my oversized sweater.

"He isn't random," I muttered.

"You're defending him, just how good was he that you're defending him" Keisha asked, the look of surprise clouding her face.

I shook my head and smiled falling back into my pillow.

"He's so dreamy Keisha, I wish to meet him again" I said softly, closing my ears to drown Keisha scream.

Days passed by and papa had calmed down a bit not to frown at me at breakfast or dinner.

Aurelio still managed to sneak into my thoughts as many times as possible, God, I didn't go a day without thinking about him and that night.

I wondered if I would ever see him again, or maybe I could look for him but that would look so creepy but regardless I still entertained the thought of him.

I was just so obsessed.

Keisha dropped by when she could, she was allowed to come here but I wasn't allowed to go back to my apartment nor attend university, dad was able to quell the drama online also compensating that witch for any losses caused.

I was happy he didn't ask me to apologise to her, I wouldn't have either ways and I believe papa knew that.

"Remember Beatrice?" Papa asked, breaking the silence and I shrugged.

"The one I talked about, that's really good in business management and statistics, I'll be having her and her husband for dinner tomorrow, she's a wonderful lady and I believe you'll learn a lot from her rather than dragging hairs at restaurants"

"Dad, I told you I didn't even touch the girl" I said, giving him a pointed look and he shook his head.

"You believe me, I'm sure you do" I said cutting my chicken.

"That's an accusing comment" he said with a light smile and I pouted.

"Poor Camille, she's all alone" I said in a weary voice and he laughed and nodded.

"I'm serious Camille, you could learn a thing or two from Beatrice, it'll help in your studies also and it's also a way of prepping yourself, you'll have this company all to yourself one day" he said.

"I'd rather do something that's mine," I answered.

"This is yours, Camille," I nodded.

"Daddy's sheltered princess, I'll never be more than that name, I'll think about taking over when you've got your head all covered in grey hair" I said and papa laughed.

"That'll be a long time, and besides what are the odds that it'll be completely covered when I'm old?" He asked.

"Trust me, you'll still be crawling to your office with a broken back" papa threw his head back in a hearty laugh.

"I'm glad you're home princess" I smiled and raised my glass to his, making him chuckle.

***

My ears were hurting due to how many times papa mentioned Beatrice, he called a million times to remind me to make something really nice.

"I've never seen papa so enthusiastic to have someone over, if I didn't know better I'd say he was hitting on the woman" I said and Mrs Olga laughed.

"I think she does her work well, that would be the only reason why he's so close to her, you know how your papa gets when he works with partners who understand him very well" I nodded.

"I can't wait to go back to sleep" I murmured, if papa hadn't been so hell bent on reminding every hour, I might as well have pretended to have forgotten about it.

I didn't want to sit and listen to boring business talks, I've heard enough of it in college to last me a life time.

"Beatrice seems to be a nice lady, she's been here before for brunch, you missed it since you had a class tat morning" Mrs Olga explained.

"You're papa should be back by now, why don't you go get dressed too, the guest will be here anytime minuite from now.

I returned to my room and filled the tub with hot water, added my body wash and simply basked in the feeling.

Screw those guests. I was taking my goddamn time.

***

"Still not here? Are you sure the are coming papa? I asked and settled into my seat.

Papa stayed silent, his eyes trained on the newspaper in his hands, I had read that newspaper earlier today apart from some company that was going out of business.

"Buying the Roman company, what are the odds that It'll be back to what it once was? I asked, that got my Papa's attention.

"True...the management did a terrible job with the company and they've suffered loses that eats into the company's assets, bringing it back to it's former glory would be investing with no clear head" papa said and dropped the newspaper.

"I'm still thinking of buying it though, it's got machineries that our company would put into good use" he continued and I nodded.

The door bell rang as Mrs Olga arranged the food on the table.

"I'll go get that" I said and walked to the door, finally, angel Beatrice was here.

I opened the door and was met with a young woman around her thirties, she had her hair in a tight bun, flawless face and bright red lipstick.

She wore a black flower print gown that passed knee length which she covered with a jean jacket and paired it with nude heels.

The dress would have been better without the jacket, it seemed she was the uptight type. I smiled and she she presented a bottle of wine which I accepted and thanked her.

"I'm Beatrice, you must be Camille, nice to finally meet you" she said in smooth English, extending her hand for a shake which I took.

"My husband is coming, he had a bit of trouble parking the car, could you hold the door a little while, hope you don't mind" she asked and I nodded.

She passed into the house while I held the door waiting for her supposed husband.

Heavy footsteps approached the door and once within the censor, the bright light turned on.

"André will be glad to help park...." Words died in my mouth when I came face to face with none other than Aurelio.

His face mirrored mine as we both stared at each other.

They had to be some mistake somewhere, I was probably thinking too much about him I was seeing him during broad day light.

"Camille?" .

CAMILLE

"Camille?" His shocked voice was testament that I wasn't dreaming and Aurelio was indeed standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, something told me he was asking to prove himself wrong because he must have already figured out that I lived here and I was Ronald Barone's daughter.

"You're...You're" I gulped at the realisation.

"You're Beatrice' husband, you're married" I managed to squeeze out.

"What's wrong dear?" I turned to Mrs Olga's voice and smiled tightly.

"He just arrived" I answered and stepped aside to let him in.

Aurelio's face turned cold as he passed, the familiar scent of mint and lavender washed over me.

I was so screwed.

I sat on the right side next to papa, while Beatrice and Aurelio sat on the other side next to each other. Aurelio's face was set in stone as he stared on the table.

Papa went on about how Beatrice was such an angel but me and Aurelio's mind was far from this table.

"You must have met my little demon, the one and only, Camille," dad introduced chuckling and I smiled tightly and waved at Beatrice.

"She's so beautiful, you might need to start planning a wedding soon" Beatrice joked and papa laughed.

"Mr Aurelio nice to meet you too, I see you're not one of them social elites" Aurelio gave a curt nod, his eyes meeting mine and I quickly looked away.

"Camille dear, please serve the food" I nodded and went on to serve papa first before Beatrice, then Aurelio.

Dad and Beatrice talked about lengthy business deals while Aurelio picked on his food and so did I. I don't think I had any appetite with him sitting across from me with a cold face directed at me.

"Camille, please keep the guest company, I and Beatrice need to discuss something" papa said standing up and Beatrice followed suit.

"You're Barone's daughter" Aurelio said immediately they were out of earshot and I gulped and nodded.

"You fucking liar" he scoffed, chuckling darkly.

"I can explain, it's not what it seems like" I panicked dropping my cutleries.

"Go ahead, what are you explaining? God!" He exclaimed standing up, I quickly stood up too.

"Aurelio, please listen to me, I didn't know...I was scared of you...". At a time like this nothing was clicking, I really had no reason to have said I was twenty-two and experienced.

And I never expected to meet him in such a manner.

"What about you? Aren't you married? You weren't wearing a wedding band either" I accused.

"So now you make it about me?" He asked.

"Camille?" I turned to Mrs Olga who stood by the dining hall doorway, she looked at both of them with confusion.

"What's going on, I heard you arguing" Mrs Olga said and dropped two plates of dessert on the table.

"No...I wasn't, um...Mr Aurelio is just...um fascinated with the building" I lied and Aurelio licked his lips and looked away.

"Really? Why don't you show him around, your papa wouldn't mind" Mrs Olga suggested and I smiled tightly.

"This way, please" Aurelio didn't move, instead he directed cold hard eyes at me. As if sensing the tension Mrs Olga looked at him, he sighed and nodded.

He followed behind me as I led him out of the dinning, I walked to my bedroom and opened the door, he paused and looked at me before stepping in.

"I know I lied about my age but it doesn't really matter" I said, closing the space between us.

"Damnit, Camille, your nineteen" he yelled which startled me, I rubbed my temples as tears brimmed in my eyes.

"You're married also, so don't make me take all the blame, I know I lied and so did you, you lied to me and cheated on Beatrice" I defended.

"Cheating is my business with Beatrice, not yours, for Christ's sakes I shared a fuckin bed with you, I thought you were mature, you said you were experienced, how could you lied like that?" He asked.

"Did your father even know you were out?" He asked, closing what little space that was between us.

I stayed silent, because of course papa didn't know and if he did, I didn't want to think of what he'd do to me, a tear slipped from my eye and I sniffed.

"I'm sorry, I..I...didn't want you to think I was too young" I admitted.

"No, it's not even a thought, you are too goddamn young to have sex" he yelled.

"Fuck off" I yelled back.

"At my age you weren't celibate" I yelled.

"Really? fine that's true" he chuckled coldly, with no humour in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you'd never had sex before?" He asked and I stepped back in surprise, his eyes searched mine and I quickly looked away.

"I don't know what you're talking about" he scoffed and paced in front of me.

"You were not only nineteen but a virgin, do you know how that makes me feel, I feel like a fuckin pedophile, like a pervet a goddamn creep" he said and grabbed my chin making me look at him in the eye.

"I saw the blood stains after you left" he said, nothing but disgust and anger in his eyes, all directed toward me and I closed my eyes, I didn't want to look into them anymore.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Camille," I shook my head in protest, I didn't want to know if he looked at me with such eyes.

He let go of my chin roughly and I stumbled back, tears streamed down my face, I wrapped my hands around my body as I cried, he paced back and forth in anger.

I yelped in surprise when he pushed down my belongings from the vanity table, he grabbed my arm and turned me to himself, crashing his lips on mine.

He kissed me roughly, prying my lips open with his tongue, his hand gripping my hair tightly, keeping me from moving away from him. I tried to keep up with his pace only to find myself drowning in the kiss.

He hoisted me up and wrapped my leg around his waist and without breaking the kiss, I squeezed the fabric of his shirt, hitting his chest wanting air.

He placed me on the vanity table and grabbed my arm, raising it above my head, holding me in place, before finally pulling away.

I was breathing heavily as air hit my lungs at once, his eyes still held anger and dark desires but rather than scaring me like earlier it turned me on even more.

Aurelio wasn't angry at me, he was angry with himself.

He trailed kisses from my jaw to shoulder, he sucked and bit on my neck in different places, I moaned when he sucked on the places he bit.

He pulled off my top, throwing it across the room, leaving my chest bare to him, his eyes scanned my chest and I saw the look of satisfaction cross his features when he noticed the prominent red marks on almost every inch of my body.

"Just as I imagined," he muttered.

He stepped back, completely, and moved to my bed, he sat at the edge of it and called me over.

I walked towards him in slow steps, a low primal groan escaped his lips as I stood before him, my eyes moved to the bulge in his trousers, he was damn big and his pants were still buttoned and it must be uncomfortable for him.

"Take your shorts off" he ordered and I did as told, standing naked before him.

"Closer" he ordered and I stood in between his open leg, he ran his hands from my arm to my waist rubbing the bruises he gave me on my waist.

He mumbled words under his breath, before spreading my legs apart slightly, sticking his finger in, I moaned and fisted my hand.

He took his finger out and put them in his mouth, licking them off. I watched him lick his finger hungrily before looking up at me.

"Fuck" he groaned once again and I looked at the bulge in his pants, without waiting for his order, which I knew he wouldn't ask.

I got on my knees, he watched me silently, I met his eyes, cold, dark and laced with dark promises of the things he could do.

I reached out and unbuttoned his pants, snagging them off enough to see his Calvin Klein briefs, it was already dented with his precum, his eyes remained on me probably expecting me to back out, I swallowed hard and reached into it.

He hissed the moment my hand wrapped around his cock, I massaged him gently using his pre cum to lubricate his dick, I pumped back and forth, he threw his head back and groaned.

I finally pulled his briefs down and his cock sprang out, slapping my face and I jumped back.

He had a long and fat cock, veins wrapped round his cock tightly, it must have ached badly.

I stuck my tongue out and licked his crown, the low moan that escaped his lips turned me on and I sucked on his crown.

He fisted my hair tightly and pushed his cock up my throat. "Fuck" he screamed and held me in place, I gagged on his cock and tears brimmed my eyes before he released my hair leaving me to breathe.

My saliva trickled down his cock and I wrapped my hand around him and pumped him.

"Your doing so well, fuck....get that mouth down there" he breathe out and I immediately put him back in my mouth, my head bobbling up and down, low moans and groans filled the quiet room.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and trailed kisses down to his heavy balls before taking them into my mouth, sucking aggressively on them.

"Holy fuck, that's it...where'd you learn...damn...that?" He asked.

I released his balls and continued to massage his cock before wrapping my mouth around his crown, sucking it like a lollipop while massaging his length.

"Camille, bloody hell" his hand on my hair tightened, as I continued to suck on his crown only while pumping his length.

"Camille, I'm going to cum" he announced, breathing heavily, gaging his cock, as tears brimmed in my eyes.

"Christo...Camille" his hot seed shot straight into my throat at once, surprised I swallowed it, choking on the rest.

I quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth, his seed continued to sprout out, landing on my face, dripping to my breast.

"Holy fuck" he breathe, catching his breathe.

I licked my lips, licking his cum, it tasted salty and quite sour, not so bad actually.

I looked at Aurelio as he watched his cum on my breast and face, and I knew he liked it, he pulled away to look at me and as if realization downed on him, he sighed and looked away.

"Get cleaned up" I nodded and got up from my knees, picked my clothes and got into the bathroom, I returned with some wipes to clean off the cum on his pants.

"Here" he grabbed them from me and cleaned his still hard cock, before putting it back in his briefs, he cleaned his pants and buckled up, before handing back the used wipes.

"Go get dressed" he stood up from the bed, avoiding my eyes.

"Aurelio, I really didn't mean to..."

"It doesn't matter anymore," he said, cutting me off abruptly.

"This is the last time you and I will ever do something like this, the first one was a mistake and it will remain so, I never want to see you again Camille".

Without a glance he moved towards the door and opened it.

"What about now, was it also a mistake?" I asked, he held the door open but didn't look back or say anything, without another word he stepped out and closed the door.

I stood there staring at the door, his words kept going on endlessly in my head, my heart squeezed in my chest and I struggled to breathe.

Why did that hurt so much?