Broken Strings (18+)

01

I took out some wipes from my purse to clean my tear-stained cheeks. I was fixing my mascara when my phone rang. It was Storm.

“Mischa, what’s taking you so long?” Did he just call me by my first name?

When I still hadn’t answered, he spoke again, “Come on, it’s getting late. Half an hour to your pad, then another back to mine.” He sounded so weary.

“Let me crash at your place then.” My hand flew to my mouth, as if that could still take what I’d said back. I never invited myself to his unit. It had always been his initiative.

“Just tonight,” I said as an afterthought. “You know I don’t want you driving when it’s late.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I’ll just see you in the car, honey,” I said before hanging up.

The trip home was so silent; I hadn’t noticed I fell asleep. I only became conscious when Storm plopped me down on his bed. I was still sleepy. “Are we home?”

“Yeah. Do you still want to take a quick shower before you sleep?” He was removing my five-inch heels.

“Sure. Are you coming with me?” The words just came out on their own. I wanted to take them back, but I also wanted to hear his answer. I mean, it’s been a while since we did it, and I kinda missed it. I missed him.

“No, not tonight. You go ahead. I’ll just use the bathroom after you.” Then he turned his back on me and went out of the room.

I was only half-awake, but I can still feel the pain in my chest. Was I not attractive enough?

One thing about being Mischa Brillantes: I could really be persistent in getting what I want. And tonight, I'm getting some.

I took one of Storm’s plain white shirts from his closet. I deliberately forgot that I have my own drawer here. I know that I look so much better in his clothes than mine. I know that he couldn’t resist me when he sees me in it – only it.

I unwrapped my towel and put on his shirt. I no longer made an effort to wear any underwear. What’s the use? They’ll be taken off anyway.

I was just about to dry my hair when the bathroom door creaked open. His was a really quick shower, I should say.

I turned around to see Storm, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water were still trickling down his torso. I couldn’t take my eyes off his body. I felt a tug on my lower belly.

“Mischa, what are you wearing?” It was the second time tonight that he called me by my first name. I pretended not to notice.

“Uh, your shirt, honey,” I replied matter-of-factly.

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” His voice sounded stern.

I simply shrugged. “It looks good on me, don’t you think?” I said as I slowly ran my hands down my sides. I caught his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

I bit my lip as I walked toward Storm. For every forward step I make, he would step back. I wanted to laugh at the irony of our situation. But since I didn’t want to ruin the moment, I wouldn’t.

His handsome face seemed to have lost its color when he was finally trapped between me and a wall. “Happy anniversary, honey,” I said while tracing his jaw with my index finger. I cupped his face and crashed my lips into his.

Storm was not moving. He was not kissing me back. What the hell is wrong with him?

I inched away from him. My brows furrowed. “What’s wrong, honey? Don’t you love me anymore?”

He averted his gaze from me. “I love you so fucking much. Why won’t you answer me?” My voice broke. Tears started rolling down my cheeks.

He looked at me again. He wiped my tears in silence. Then he took me by surprise. He kissed my lips, as if it was the last time. No, it won’t be.

I kissed him back with as much intensity. I did not want to let him go.

I was getting tired. We were nowhere near our peak, yet my thrusts were already getting slower and weaker. I collapsed on his chest.

Storm held my waist and flipped us over. He palmed my breasts and rammed into me, fast and hard. I couldn’t help arching my back as he kept on hitting that lovely spot.

His moans seemed to have boosted my energy. I started moving my hips eagerly to meet his. It allowed him to go deeper in me. I could already feel something building up inside me. “I’m c-coming.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said, panting. I felt him throbbing inside me. He gave two more hard thrusts before his essence filled my core. My muscles clenched around him.

“I love you…” I managed to say while catching my breath.

He was totally spent, and so he buried his face on my neck. I heard his muffled “I love you, baby.” A single tear escaped my eye. I was never his baby.

Everything has changed.

© Cyan