Jaike was the other girl now.
Jaike was the one that no longer mattered while Lane…
Lane was the girl.
For him.
The only girl who had wanted to be his from the very start.
He cupped her face with shaking hands. He wanted to tell her all of this, wanted her to know that he was hers.
Irrevocably, he was hers.
Even in the times that she might not want him, he would still be hers.
But as soon as her eyes met his, Angelo was unable to speak.
His throat clogged. “Lane.” He could only choke out her name.
He watched her lips move but no words came out, and he realized it was the same for both of them.
The way they felt—
It was too much and there were no words to encompass them.
He slowly drew her close.
Their lips met, and the kiss said everything.
Lane started crying again.
Her tears mingled with their kiss, and unspoken words turned into eternal promises.
She cried and cried, and the fall of her tears were a sound that his heart could not escape from.
Despite the strong rain, the thundering skies—
He heard her tears.
And just like it was supposed to be for them, her pain fed his heart, and what once was dead started beating again.
Chapter Twenty
In an ideal world, when a man loved a woman, and she loved him back, all would be well. Or at least it should be if the man wasn’t a sadist and the woman wasn’t a masochist.
It was another early morning on a weekday, but unlike in the past, it was Lane who had trouble getting up and Angelo looking relaxed and disgustingly fit to conquer the world.
She didn’t understand it at all. Had she been making love to a robot the entire time? They had not left their bedroom yesterday at all, and she had paid the price for it this morning.
Every muscle in her body had protested when she trudged her way to the shower, and descending the stairs had been pure torture. Her legs shook so badly she found herself clutching the handrail while she took the steps one at a time.
Standing up the moment Lane entered the dining room, Angelo took one look at the way she was practically limping towards the table and laughed.
“It’s not funny,” she protested.
“It’s not,” he agreed solemnly as he strode towards her. Making her squeal in surprise as he suddenly scooped her up, he carried her the rest of the way, murmuring, “Actually, seeing you in pain and knowing it’s because I fucked you hard—”
Her face flamed. “Angelo!”
“It just makes me want you more.”
What?
No!
She had classes today!
She automatically tried to wriggle out of his hold, but he only laughed, his arms tightening around her. Taking his seat, he kept her on his lap, asking, “Will you be comfortable here?”
She shook her head vehemently.
He set her down on the chair in his right with evident reluctance.
A server came forward right away, serving her with a plate of freshly made waffles. She was about to take a bite when she saw Angelo staring at her.
“Umm…w-what is it?” Oh my gosh, those silvery eyes would kill her. The way he was looking at her now, and knowing that he loved her—
She resisted the urge to fan herself.
Angelo was still staring.
“Is s-something on my face?”
He nodded.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“My kiss.” And he promptly took her mouth with his, the kiss unashamedly deep and passionate.
Oh my gosh!
She tried pushing him away, conscious of the fact that they had staff with them, but this only made Angelo drive his tongue further inside her mouth.
Oh…gosh.
When Angelo finally lifted his head, she didn’t even remember why she had wanted to risk.
He smiled at her.
She smiled at him.
“Best dessert I’ve tasted in a long time, my Lane,” he whispered.
Oh! She could only gulp, unable to think of anything coherent to say to him.
Still facing her, he leaned back against his seat and took a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving Lane.
She asked nervously, “A-are you done with breakfast?”
“Yes.”
He was still staring, and she protested, “I c-can’t eat if you’re going to be looking at me the whole time.”
“I’m sorry,” Angelo apologized readily. “Let me rectify that.”
Huh?”
“I’ll feed you, tesoro.”
What?
“Say ‘aah.’”
She automatically opened her mouth and said ‘ah,’ and in went a slice of waffle, coated with honey and with chunks of strawberry mixed in.
His smile widened. “Good girl.”
She smiled back weakly. Did she really think Angelo would change now that he loved her? He was still sadistic as ever, only this time he was bent on torturing her with an overload of sweetness.