Day went by.
They had dinner at a small restaurant in the village, and it was a pleasant experience, as usual. It had been a long time—four years, in fact—since they had enjoyed a meal together. Since their last night together four years ago, none of them had shared a meal like this with friends.
Braylon didn't eat much, which had become a routine for him. The experience of giving birth to Alan had changed his body significantly, and he had struggled with his appetite since then.
"Why aren't you eating anything?" Alex asked, concerned. Everyone turned their attention to Braylon. Eryx furrowed his brow, and Braylon rolled his eyes in response.
"Don't raise your eyebrows at me," Braylon warned Eryx.
"Just stop, both of you... You idiots..." Revilla yelled, and they immediately fell silent. They only listened when Revilla spoke. Franklyn quietly observed everything... Their chatter, their arguments... Their laughter... Where had all of it gone over the years? The moment Braylon came into the picture, everything changed...
After finishing dinner, everyone retreated to their rooms... or at least that's where they were supposed to go. They all knew better where they were headed. No one left their rooms. Eventually, they each got to work.
Braylon and Eryx went to spy on the village chief, while Franklyn took on the task of patrolling the entire village.
Revilla returned to her room and took a shower. Stepping out, her curvy figure wrapped in a thin towel, she suddenly sensed someone nearby. Instantly alert, she grabbed something sharp to defend herself. But when she saw who it was, she was taken aback."
"Why are you here?" she asked, placing the sharp object back on the table.
"Why?" he replied with a teasing smile. "Did you think someone broke into your room to steal something? And you even grabbed a weapon to defend yourself... You're quite the cautious one."
"Cut the cheesy talk... Just tell me, how did you get in? Weren't you supposed to be in your room? So why are you here?" she asked, walking towards the mirror. His eyebrows furrowed as soon as he caught sight of her back.
After a long silence, she demanded, "Answer me, Alex..." and glanced at him through the mirror. Yes, it was Alex who had entered. When she saw him reflected in the mirror, her breath caught in her throat. She gasped sharply—he was standing right behind her.
"Fuck you, Alex... When did you come behind me? You scared the shit out of me," Revilla patted her chest to catch up with her breath. Once again her breath hitched when she felt a pair of cold lips on her shoulder. Moreover, where he placed his lips had some scars. Those scars looked old, almost cured.
"A-Alex... What are you doing?" Revilla's body shivered. But Alex didn't respond to her question. Soon she felt a chill on her body. The bath towel was already on the floor while she was standing naked in front of the mirror and Alex was behind her. She couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together. The atmosphere was kinda getting hotter second by second.
Alex traced his knuckles on her back, on the scars on her back. She shivered, losing her balance but was trying to keep herself steady. Alex's eyes were dark as hell when he saw whip marks on her body.
His one hand roamed around her waist, finding its place to explore. Finally, she lost her control and was about to fall. But Alex's hand held her in his embrace. When her naked body touched his clothed body, she let out a lewd sound. That was it, Alex lost control.
As His grip around her waist got even tighter, she whimpered.
"Why did you let him do this to you?" Alex snarled. As soon as his dominating voice hit her ears, her legs went numb. She held the board of the mirror, biting her lower lip to suppress her lewd sound. His lips were against her ears, tracing his lips down to the crook of her neck. His hot breath was fanning against her bare body.
"Don't, Mmm, Don't do this, Alex." She felt the wetness between her thighs. She wasn't the kind of girl who could get turned on just by talking, but her boyfriend made her like this, and Alex, his dominating nature, made her submit herself to him. She always saw his childish nature but this dominating nature was new to her.
"Answer me, Revilla. Why did you let him do this to you?" Alex planted a wet kiss on her nape making her hum.
"It's... It's none of your business. He is my boyfriend. He can do anything to me." She finally let out her words with lots of struggle. But her answer made him boil in anger.
He nibbled her nape making her moan. He smirked, enjoying how her body tensed up for his touch. He looked at her reaction through the mirror. With a flushed face, trembling eyes, messy hair, and sweating skin, She barely breathed. His face softened, seeing her vulnerability. He didn't like to force on his love but after seeing her scars, he couldn't help but get angry.
His inner self growled as soon as he saw her scars. His inner self wanted to claim what was his.
"Let me go, Alex. You are doing wrong." Her words made him snap out of his thoughts. He again looked at her face through the mirror and looked back at her scar. His eyes darkened. It was noticed by her as well. She was scared by seeing his dark eyes. He started to give a wet kiss on her scars. He wanted to mark every part of hers as his territory. That was what happening here. His hand, which was holding her waist, slipped down and started to rub her waistline.
She clenched her grip on the broad.
"Alex..."
She tried to push him but failed utterly. She couldn't even protest against him. Tears were flowing from her eyes. Although she liked to be gentle, her body wanted something else as it was used to something rough.
His hand further slipped between her thighs. As soon as he felt wet on his finger, an evil smirk grew on his lips.
"Already dripping wet, How kinky you are, Revilla. You just turned on by my touch. Do you like my touch that much?" his husky voice made her shiver.
His words insulted her and also turned on her more. She clenched her thighs squeezing his finger.
"Fuck," He cursed under his breath. "You are doing it on purpose, Baby," he leaned on her, whispering in his husky voice.
"Alex, Please, Please let me go. I-I am your friend. Y-You can't do this to me," Her every word stuttered.
"Oh! Really? Then Why did you turn on for me? For your fucking friend... If I am your fucking friend, why did you fucking turn on?" he yelled his words, making her flinch.
She screamed when she felt something invading her. Her eyes widened in shock as well as pain. He leaned on her which made her lean forward. As she was facing the mirror, she could see herself in the mirror. How pathetic she was yet she liked it. He didn't stop his kisses.
He groaned when he felt warm around his fingers. He was pumping his fingers, adding one by one. She was just accepting everything while letting her tears flow from her eyes freely. Soon she released her fluid on his hand. He took back his fingers.
When he heard her soft whimper, he snapped back to reality. She was trembling beneath him, and the sight of her fragile state made his heart ache with sorrow. Gently, he wrapped her in a warm embrace.
"Why? Just why? Why didn't you notice my heart? Why didn't you see how I felt? Did I fail to show you how much I care? Is that why you left me for someone else?" Alex's voice quivered as he fought back tears. His words stunned her. She could sense something was off with him, but she had no idea he had been loving her so deeply all along. She stayed silent.
He eventually released her. Moments later, she felt warmth—not from him, but from the blanket he had draped over her. When she turned around, he was gone. She slid down, sitting on the cold floor, clutching the blanket tightly.