FORTY-NINE

Kamilla Lopez

During the whole night I cried, I felt strange, my emotions were altered, my body a true traitor that responded to his affectionate and exciting stimuli. My mind, which I clung to remain lucid from his seduction, was the first to turn its back on me, disconnect and accept his touches, his caresses. I was the target of obsession, I was treated like a puppet doll and Nick who guided me, moved my legs, planned the babysitting job so that I was easily his, and like a fool I gave in to his charms, it was all just a plan that at the end of it all my interests didn't matter, my desire didn't matter, only his that claim to be more than an obsession a burning desire that burns me, but unfortunately excites me.

Not accepting that our relationship was over, he kidnapped me, now I'm pregnant, I'm carrying his child, Bianca and Dona Carolina are being held somewhere to manipulate me, I know that. I'm lost, confused, I don't know how I'm going to act in the face of all the calamity that has been hitting me since I ended up with him, acting normally won't be easy, but it will be necessary. I need to know how Bianca and Dona Carolina were and their location, the next step will be to help them escape, the third and last was to flee far away, with the intention that I would not run the risk of being found.

I know that Nick never physically hurt me, but I feel his attempts at manipulation involving the victims of all this, Bianca and Dona Carolina, it just shows how certain I am of not accepting the life I will lead from now on. I was never a dreamy girl who lived in fairy tales, my life at the orphanage was real, and I didn't have time to live in the illusion that one day I would meet a prince on his white horse, I never imagined a handsome boy treating me like a princess who we would make love and have several children, quite the opposite. I knew that someday I would love a man intensely, who would have the famous butterflies in my stomach, but I never thought that this man was Nick Ross. He's nothing like the little I imagined of a boyfriend or husband in my teens, he turned out to be what never crossed my mind,

Lying on the bed and on my side, I feel his fingers touch my bare shoulder, I lay still, staring at the far wall of the room, just feeling his fingers glide gently down the length of my arm. His body approaches mine, with a bold hand he removes the locks of hair from my neck, with full visibility Nick approaches his face and places a wet and warm kiss on my skin. Like an infinite torch, my body lights up just with your seductive gesture, I hold my breath and close my eyes in a failed attempt to pretend I was sleeping, but with goosebumps I hear your smile, victorious for the conquest of having me bewitched to its charms.

— I know you are not sleeping, my angel.

— For you, I'm dead right now.

— Wow, I was hurt. — The mockery appears in his words.

I get rid of the bedsheet and try to get up in an attempt to get rid of his touch and his presence, but before I get up from the bed, Nick grabbed my arm scaring me, I look at him, his eyes full of danger they try to warn me so that I don't bother him, without me being able to say anything before, his hoarse and scary voice asks me:

— Where you go?

— To the bathroom.

— Then go, now I want to fuck you.

— You've done all night, don't you get tired?

— No, now lie down on that bed and stay on your side.

Swallowing the hurtful words that came out of my mouth and doing as asked, hitting back and being reluctant to count at this point in the league is not going to be smart, if Nick likes to manipulate then I will study him and learn from the best teacher, himself. Already sideways on the bed and completely naked, his body approaches mine and I already feel his big and thick penis ready for another sex assignment. Before looking for his pleasure he insists on wanting my participation, Nick stimulates my body with his penis, sliding into my flesh with the intention of having me lubricated, I try to occupy my mind, but inevitably I already start to get excited.

— I know it tries my angel, but your body and soul want me, fucking you, hard.... — he whispers in my ear.

I automatically close my eyes and pay attention to his movements to make me excited, his hand lands on my waist and squeezes my skin, without the need for his hands the head of his cock is already positioned at the entrance and goes deep, slowly, mixing up with the fluids of my pleasure, venturing inside my vagina.

— If you only knew how much you drive me crazy with that pussy, mi bella....

Nick arranging my position and with one leg raised, he starts to fuck me, he enters and leaves easily, my breasts sway as he penetrates me deep and strong, his moans, husky and sensual next to my ear leave me airy, my mouth opens slowly and sighs controlling the moans that wanted to come out.

— Moan to me, my angel, feel my cock inside you.

— Nick....

— Yes, my beautiful, Nick Ross, your man.

I quickly open my eyes and try to get up from the bed, an enraged Nick tries to hold me and stay there, but I break free of his grip and run to the bathroom, when I see the toilet I lift the lid and throw up everything I had and the that I didn't have in my stomach. On my knees I try to catch my breath and I lower the lid, flushing the toilet, I look to the side, I see his body standing in front of the door with his arms crossed, watching me with a scary look. I get up from the floor and approach the sink, before I can wash my mouth, Nick grabs my arm.

— Let me know whenever there is something related to the pregnancy, I want to participate in everything!

— It was morning sickness, I was taken by surprise.

— It doesn't matter, remember that the child you're expecting is mine too, I'll be by your side through the best and worst of times.

He let go of my arm and walked out of the bathroom, still confused by his words, I turned to the sink and rinsed my mouth out. After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I returned to the bedroom, I realized that Nick was no longer there, he had left while taking a shower. With a towel tied around my body, I approach the closet, slide one leg and look at the various women's clothes, I found that he had bought everything since they all had a tag. In order not to be naked, I chose a loose white knitted dress, looked for underwear and got dressed.

I looked at the clock on the wall, it was eight in the morning, and with that I decided to leave the room. I hadn't had breakfast yet, I needed to keep up my strength for myself and for my baby inside me, I can't remain unstoppable in trying to show myself strong to Nick without eating right. I go down the stairs in silence, I didn't see a living being in all the rooms I went through, but I did not fail to observe the landline telephones on the small glass tables, many times I stopped near them and stared at them, wanting to call the police for help, but it wouldn't be prudent in the situation I'm in, I need to be smart.

In the kitchen, I face the other employees, mainly Morgana, her eyes watched me and as an act of greeting she opened a small smile, I remained serious, I was upset with her, I probably knew everything from the beginning, but I can't blame her for not let me know what I was getting myself into, maybe she got threats like I'm getting if I try anything.

— Good morning, Miss Lopez. — Morgana greets when approaching.

— Good morning, Morgana.

— I assume you're hungry.

— Yes.

— Good, it will be an honor to serve you, sit down.

Morgana pulls a chair out from the kitchen table and I sit down, watching her move around preparing something for me to eat. As I watch her movements,, I think about what questions I could ask to start my plan to find out where Bianca and Dona Carolina were. With breakfast on the table and ready to be attacked by me, I start asking Morgana questions.

— So, Morgana, do you always sleep on Nick's priority?

— Yes, I was resigned years ago to work here.

— Don't you have a home?

— There is a house a little away from the property, which I share with other employees.

— Like it's a servants' house?

— Specifically yes.

— I understood. Is Nick's property really that big?

— Yes, there are several acres.

— Is there just the mansion and servants' house on the property?

Morgaine, realizing my intentions from so many questions, fell silent, her expression turning terrified, and took a step back.

— I'm sorry Kamilla, I'm not authorized to tell you anything.

— Please Morgana, tell me there's more to it than the manor and the house, please. — I beg, inevitably get up from the chair.

— I'm sorry, I can't tell you anything.

— Don't you see how I look?— I'm desperate, I've been kidnapped, my only family is being held somewhere.

— I'm sorry, understand, I can't give you any information.

— Kamilla!

I hear his voice, husky and frightening, my whole body goes rigid. I looked at Morgana, she lowered her head and quickly left the kitchen, my shoulders fell in defeat, I let despair speak louder, if he heard the conversation, I would have lost everything.