Juana squealed, breaking my reflective thought. "Ahhh, thank you, thank you! I'll text you the details. My parents will be in town from Madrid, and they'll throw me a dinner party. Then, afterwards, we can go for some dancing and all kinds of crazy stuff my friends have planned! I'm so excited!"
Crazy was the operative word when associated with Juana. "I don't doubt your eighteenth will be wonderful, sweetie." Juana was like the little sister I never had. A sweet darling with a rebellious streak that went against her parents' wishes.
"Well, I have to go. Silas is forcing me to go to church with his mama." She gave a dramatic sigh.
I grinned at the thought of her going into church, wearing dark makeup with her inky dark hair tousles and smelling like weed. The proper looking Silas sure had a handful with her.
"Try to say a prayer for me, too. I need a little boost from the Almighty. Well, you go have fun, babe. I'll see you very soon." We quickly hung up after a promise of another phone call a week prior to her birthday weekend.
Staring at my mobile, I scanned my messages, which was mostly filled with Juan's unread ones. He didn't know when to let go, even knowing I flew out here to see my boyfriend-no scratch that-ex-boyfriend, but that didn't faze him. The man took denial to another level.
My body sagged against the mirror, feeling like a failure. Did I do the right thing by choosing my career? I couldn't be too sure anymore.
Shit, it really was over. It was a sobering thought, most especially if I was in the losing end and the cause of our downfall.
The door forcefully slammed against the wall as River burst into the room, eyeing me with derision.
I viewed him with trepidation as he towered over me, eyes looking beastly, wild and animalistic, intending to cause harm.
"You disrespectful bitch! You could've waited until you were at the airport to call your lover, but no, you just had to fucking rub it in my face!"
If I told him it wasn't Juan, and that it was his sister calling, would it make a difference? I doubted it. He'd probably find something else to accuse me of.
I was leaving in an hour's time, and this could be the last time I got to see him in the flesh, yet he wanted to pick a fight?
I gave a labored sigh, feeling beyond depleted. Tears prickled in the back of my eyes. Still, I put on a brave mask, desperate to end this emotional war between us.
"Baby, please, I'm leaving soon. I don't want to keep fighting with you. I get it-you want me out of your life. There's no need to keep hating me. I'm going. I won't bother you again."
"You're going to fuck him tonight, aren't you?" River spat out, furious beyond rhyme or reason. "Fucking answer me, damn you!"
He was livid. Why? Wasn't he the one who subtly suggested that I do minutes ago? And now he reacted with such violent rage, as if I had betrayed him again. This man's volatile personality would be the death of me.
Sending him a fixed glare, I groaned in frustration. "What's the point? Look at you; you're getting all worked up for nothing! I don't answer to you, not anymore, River."
He became incensed. "You conniving cunt! You think you can play me like a fiddle? Do you honestly think you can fucking play this game better than I can?"
His raging display of jealousy was impressive, while I was calm as a cucumber. He was being unreasonable, blinded by conjured delusions, and I wasn't going to indulge him any longer.
"If you don't mind, I have to shower and change so I can continue being someone else's cunt. So, will you please get out of the bathroom?"
That. Did. It.
In a flash, his roughened hand enclosed around my throat before he wretchedly brought his lips down so hard I began to taste blood. His kiss was punishing, unforgiving.
"You're mine!" he savagely grunted out like a man unhinged before he stretched my legs apart and speedily buried his cock deep into my core. "You're mine!" he repeated again as he kissed me deeper, harder, harsher.
What happened to letting me go? This deranged man possessively kissed me like he was having second thoughts, or was this jealousy talking? If it was the latter, then it meant I affected him still. Maybe there was hope after all?
I grabbed his firm ass, pulling him farther into my swollen sex. "I love you so much," I moaned against his lips, loving being manhandled by him, only him. If there was a speck of chance, I had to do something drastic to convince him. "If you're still contemplating, I can stay for another day to try to persuade you. I'm yours, babe." Both of our lips parted as we panted, groaning simultaneously when I felt him expand inside me and creamed all over my walls for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours.