20. The Truth
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Finally, I was given the chance to take Ella on a proper Abel Drakos date, and it was going to be the beginning of a full weekend out of the country.
On Friday morning—which we had both taken off from work—I went inside after my swim, and Briga had packed my bag. Brett was waiting for me in the car.
Donning my favorite Tom Ford suit, I went up to her apartment, accompanied by Brett. As soon as she opened the door, my heart began to race.
“Shall we?” I extended my hand, and she took it while Brett carried her bag and went downstairs.
“Won’t you tell me where we’re going?” she asked as I handed her a glass of champagne. She looked at it and nodded, “Ah, la fêtarde. Of course.”
“You know your stuff.”
“This old thing? I have one just like it at home.” Her look let me know that she knew.
In the jet, she turned to me and said, “Abel, I’m serious. You should tell me where you’re taking me.”
“It’s not a secret. Only a surprise.”
When we finally arrived at my house in Acapulco, Mexico, the sun was setting.
“Wanna go change while I take care of something?” I asked her, referring to the Elie Saab number I had sent to her earlier.
When she came back out, she was breathtaking in the one-shoulder black organza dress, mottled with polka dots. It perfectly fit her, and I was proud of my choice. She paired it with the diamond earrings I had packed with the dress, and I was right—Ella should always wear diamonds.
I was standing in the kitchen, beaming as she approached.
“It’s a little much, don’t you think?” she asked with a coy look on her face.
“Nothing is too much when it comes to you.” I took off my blazer, hanging it on a stool before rolling up my sleeves.
“What are you doing, anyway?” She looked around at the fresh ingredients I’d had the house manager prepare for our arrival.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I spread out my arms. “I’m cooking for you.”
“Pulling all the tricks, are we?”
“Not quite,” I grabbed a glass of wine and handed it to her.
“You also wanna get me drunk.” She took it but didn’t immediately drink. Instead, she leaned with her elbow against the counter and watched me resume my cooking. “Didn’t think you could cook.”
“I spent a whole year in Mexico a while ago.”
“Why Mexico?”
“Why not? It’s warm, and I like the food.” I began to mix the salsa, adding the Puya chili peppers. “Wanna see me pull real tricks?”
“I don’t wanna be tricked.”
I turned to her. “How about a confession, then?”
“I’m all ears.”
“I am a John Lennon.”
“I knew it.” Turning around, she placed down her glass and sat down on one of the stools, staring at my face. “You know I can’t be stifled.” She paused, widening her eyes as I dropped more chili. “Hey, careful with that!”
“It’s what the recipe calls for.”
“It’s gonna be hell to eat.”
I smirked, “Then it’s gonna have you drinking more...” Putting down the bowl, I slowly walked over to her, leaning over the counter between us. “Which will have you…” I tilted my head, gazing into her eyes.
“Will have me what?” she whispered.
“Less mad at me,” I admitted.
She sighed and didn’t say a word, but her eyes spoke volumes, and I wanted nothing more than to speak the truth.
“I know you can’t be stifled, Ella.” My eyes slowly scanned every inch of her face. “And I’m in so…much… trouble.”
“Oh, no,” she softly said while her eyebrows curved slightly. “What is it now?”
“As crazy as it sounds?”
“As crazy as it sounds.”
“I love you.”
Slowly shifting, she placed both hands on the edge of the counter, tracing a line down it as she unhurriedly made her way around it. My eyes followed her, eager… waiting in anticipation… burning with the desire to hear the words spoken back at me.
When she was finally standing a few inches away from me, she reached with her hand to touch my cheek. “You’re crazier than I thought,” she whispered.
I caught her hand under mine and pressed it against my skin. “I guess what they say is true. Truth can be stranger than fiction.”
“And what do you propose we do with all this craziness, Abel?”
Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, reveling in the smell of her perfume. “Are you torturing me on purpose?”
“I’m here. At night. In a place I’ve never been before… brought here by you. I think it’s the only power I’ve got, don’t you agree?”
Keeping my eyes closed, I tried to think clearly. I attempted to come up with words to save my dignity. It was impossible. She was far too close, and the warmth radiating from her onto me had rendered me motionless. Her breath on my face was the only air my lungs craved. And then I felt her other hand on my chest, slowly crawling up to my heart.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” she softly demanded, and I did as she said. “Now’s your chance to take it back.”
Licking my lips, I bent down my head just an inch so that the tip of my nose was between her eyebrows. Slowly, I moved my hands around her waist, pulling her closer so that her breasts were pressed up against my chest.
“Take it back, Drakos,” she breathed, closing her eyes.
My right hand then moved upward, caressing her back and reaching her bare shoulder, pressing it lightly with my fingertips, “I can’t.”
“Say it isn’t so,” she whispered before biting her lower lip.
“Now… you want me to lie?”
And I began to kiss her. She kissed me back as the two of us sunk deeper into the moment. But then I pulled away, just enough to say, “I love you.”
Her hand clasped my wrist in a weak, dishonest attempt at pulling it away. But then she shifted gears, pushing it further inside her hair as my fingers gently tugged on her soft locks. Resuming our kiss, she mumbled into my mouth and all over my lips. “I love you.” I felt her breathing grow faster. Shallower. “I love you.”
This woman was all I’d ever wanted and more; I could see myself spending the rest of my life wrapped up in her, trusting her heart with mine. I could’ve admitted to myself that it was scary–loving someone so much that it consumed you, but with her, I didn’t care or mind taking the risk because I knew that no matter what happened, she would take care of me, just like I would take care of her.
Being able to love someone was the ultimate form of strength. Standing there in this kitchen, cooking for her, breathing her in, made me feel like I was the luckiest man in the world, like life could be simple and that one day I could go home and find her there, waiting for me with a glass of wine. It was refreshing having someone understand you like that.
We stood like that for a while, inhaling each other’s breaths and letting the warmth of our love envelop our hearts. I wanted to kiss her, claim her as officially mine, but I wanted to drown in the moment for a little while longer. Just look at her for a moment longer.
I loved how her dress fell around her beautiful, elegant, tall body–a body that I would eat up, a body that belonged to me; just like her heart, too, belonged to me. After a beat, I grabbed her and kissed her softly, claiming her lips with mine, tasting her exquisite taste, and playing with that cheeky tongue.
This woman–with all that softness and all that spark–was going to turn me into a madman; she already had me wrapped around her little finger. Whatever she needed or wanted, she was going to have.
Hugging her body to mine, I started kissing her neck lazily, sucking on it like I had all the time in the world and hopefully leaving her neck black and blue. I loved seeing my marks all over her, loved knowing that anyone who saw her would know that she was taken.
She whimpered softly under my assault on her neck–fuck, she was so responsive to my touch; it was like her body patiently waited for me to touch it so it could come alive under my hands. I grabbed her ass playfully and carried her, placing her on the empty part of the counter.
She automatically spread her legs for me, causing the dress to hike up. She seemed so fragile at this moment, her eyes so unguarded. I kissed her again, communicating that there was nothing to fear–that she would always be safe with me.
With her being so exposed–her soul shining through her eyes–urged forward a need so powerful–to take and possess–that my mind went blank with the menacing urge to claim.
I bit her neck, grabbed both her breasts, and decided to screw fucking her with the dress on. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. In a swift move, I took her off the counter and flipped her so that her back was turned to me.
Unzipping her dress, I let it pool at her feet. She turned to look at me, and I could feel the need overwhelming her eyes, too–she could see the same need reflected in mine. There was no going back from this–for neither of us.
She started hurriedly unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants; they fell to my feet, and I kicked them away, attaching myself to her once again and kissing every patch of exposed skin my lips could find. I was naked from the waist down–my hard cock visible to her. I felt her pulse quicken under my mouth, her moans encouraging me to go on.
We weren’t thinking. Our bodies were just naturally moving–claiming each other in the most natural of ways. I unclasped her bra, indifferent to the fabric or color, only wanting her breasts to be exposed to me. Sucking on her nipple–feeling the bud growing tight under my tongue, she gasped and pushed against me to tear my shirt open. The buttons flew all over the place. Urgently and manically, she started kissing and sucking on my chest.
I gripped her waist, making her stop her attack on my chest and look at me, getting her as close to me as possible. It felt like our eyes were touching. We were so close. I didn’t want to waste a second laying her down on the floor or going upstairs to place her on a bed–I needed her now. I needed to feel her pussy clench around my aching cock.
Our primal and carnal instincts were taking control of both of us–we weren’t thinking, only feeling–overwhelmed by pure, unfiltered desire. Like animals in heat, we gave each other a little predatory smile, and at this moment, I lifted her up, her arms grasping my neck tightly. She brought her mouth down on mine while I plunged myself inside her. She took the full length of me at once–I was balls deep inside her. Fucking into her ruthlessly, I only thought about how hot and slick she felt around my cock. How her beautiful body felt pressed against mine as I thrusted into her.
I could feel the skin of her hips under the palm of my hand, radiating warmth. We were a combination of sweat and need–two bodies attached to one another, feeding off of each other. She was holding onto my neck–our eyes staring deep into one another while I was feverishly fucking her. Every thrust was a claim. Every look an assertion. I could feel myself about to cum; and I knew she was close too, by how hard she was clenching around me.
Our eyes understood each other, and our bodies knew each other even before we did. We both shifted into another world, but together–our breaths mingling–my groans and her moans overlapped. When our breath went back to normal, I took her mouth in mine and slid out of her slowly, finally coming to my senses, and she to hers. This woman now belonged to me. And I belonged to her.