by Tyla Walker
Silva is a bit exasperated by now. And I totally understand him; I give him a chance already. I even allow him to take me to dinner.
But now, he can’t take me home? I know that it will frustrate any guy in his right mind when his date suddenly hails a cab after dinner after all of that.
I know that...but I can’t help but still think this is still wrong. That I still shouldn’t be with Silva. Call it being indecisive, but it’s how I feel.
“No. That is why I just hail a cab without your permission. I know you will not allow me to go home alone.”
I’m busy looking for a cab. And it’s as if fate is teasing me, cabs are just passing by. Silva, on the other hand, is losing it. He doesn’t know what to do or how to deal with me anymore.
“Why can’t you just let me take you home? I know you’re still single, so I’m pretty sure no husband is waiting for you outside. You know I am never afraid of dogs if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I don’t know what to say. To be honest, I don’t have a valid excuse to chase Silva away. But I just can’t tell him that he might see my son and will realize that it is his son too. If that happens, I don’t know where to begin with my explanation.
“Fine. If you don’t want to let me take you home, I can at least drop you off somewhere near. And don’t fool me with your address, because I know. Your colleagues at work tell me things. Just let me do this, Cass.”
There’s no arguing with this man. I know he will not let me go until I say yes. With a sigh of resignation, I nod my head and allow him to lead me to his car.
“You’re still the same persistent Silva I know,” I mutter. He, on the other hand, isn’t sure if he’s happy that I still think he’s the same person I know. I can see the frustration in his eyes.
He knows he can’t argue with me. It’s one thing we both have in common. We’re both hard-headed sometimes, and it’s hard for us to just concede.
We are silent on our way home. His eyes are on the road, but I know he must wonder why I can’t let him take me home. I can’t tell him that either, not without telling him about Silver.
In the event that he will find out that I have a son, I don’t know what he’ll do.
I badly want to tell him about Silver, but I don’t know where to begin. Do I start from our break up? Or when I give birth to our son?
Maybe this is not the time yet. We’re just starting to go out, anyway. I’ll tell Silva eventually, but not now.
I’m shaken out of my reverie when the car stops in front of a house. It’s three houses away from my home. Silva turns off the car, and we both sit in silence for a while. And he’s the first to break the deafening silence.
“I don’t exactly understand why I can’t take you home, but I will not pry on it. You have a valid reason for that, and I’ll wait for the time when you’re ready to tell me.”
He takes a deep breath and continues with what he is about to say.
“I love you, Cass. You know that. There has never been a time that I have forgotten all about you.”
He takes my hand, brings it to his lips, and kisses it.
“I want us to be together. Now that we have seen each other again, I can’t let you go. I will never let you out of my sight anymore.”
I just stare at him, my eyes betraying me. He knows I love him too. But I’m holding back the feelings I have for him.
“There will be a family gathering, and I will really appreciate it if you can come with me. You know how important you are to me. I know Grandpa and Sulli will be happy to see you there too.”
I’ve seen Sulli the last time he visited Lukas, but we were not able to have a conversation. To be fair, I’m not ready at that time to be part of their life again. But I think it’s okay now. I’ll be okay. I just need the perfect timing.
“Yes, I’ll go with you,” I tell Silva, facing him and holding his hand. I think I can’t fight this resurfacing feeling I have for him much longer.
There’s no point in stopping it, anyway. We still both love each other. And I can finally tell Silver that his dad is back.
Silva hugs me tight, and in return, I hug him too. To be in his arms feels so right. I’ll tell him at the party. He deserves to know. And Silver deserves to meet his father too.
I hope I make the right decision.
Fourteen
Silva
It’s the day of the Grey family gathering. This event is mostly done for the whole family to gather around and catch up. I’m currently wearing my US Navy Captain uniform by the buffet table with Cassandra.
She’s wearing a wonderful orange cocktail dress that I got her for this event. She resisted the idea of me buying her a dress as I used to, but she eventually gives in.
My grandfather is here as well with his friends. He really shouldn’t be having tobacco after being admitted to the hospital lately, but it’s one of the old man’s guilty pleasures, so Cassandra and I just let him do as he pleases.
Sebastian is stuck in Hollywood, so he won’t make it. Not like I expect him to come.
Sullivan is also here. He’s with another girl, nothing unusual. But when I do look at his date, something seems different. Apart from the woman actually looking decent in the sense that she looks like a human being.
She does not look like the accessories that Sulli brings with him at parties. I’m not sure what it is, but she’s... something else. Now that I think about it, Sullivan looks different too.
Is it just me? Probably. Sullivan changing? Sounds unlikely. I shake my head. Suddenly, I hear Cassandra chuckle beside me.
“What is it?” I ask her curiously.
“I can guess what you’re thinking,” she replies with a knowing smile.
“Oh, yeah? Go ahead. Tell me what’s on my mind.” I challenge her with an amused smile on my lips. She accepts my challenge.
“You think that Sullivan seems different. But that can’t be possible, right? Because this is Sulli. This guy hasn’t changed since high school.” She smirks at me.
“There is no way he has changed, even if he does feel and look different from usual. Could it be the girl? That girl with her? Maybe. No. That girl may look different from his usual women, but she’s probably with him for the sex and money,” she adds.
“Are you telling me that YOU think Sulli has changed?”
She shrugs. “Everyone can change Silva. And I think that Sulli can too, especially with the right woman.”
I watch as Cassandra raises her glass to Sullivan. She smiles at me, then drinks her glass.
“I’ll go there right now and prove you wrong.”
“Good luck, Silva.”
I watch the woman with Sullivan leave to the bar. He sees me approach him, and he gives me a curt nod before finishing his glass. Nothing seems unusual so far, so I speak up to my younger brother with a slightly judgmental tone, strict but poise.
“New girl?”
Sullivan looks like he got offended, which is odd. Usually, he’d just shrug and smile, telling me that there are too many girls for him to enjoy and that it’s a shame if he didn’t. At that moment, he looks like he was about to say something rude, but he shuts his mouth.
Instead, I hear him say something really strange. Sullivan looks at me seriously when he opens his mouth and says, “The only girl.”
“Only? Are you drunk? You probably have ten more girls waiting for you at home Sullivan, who the hell are you kidding?” I scoff. There is no ONE girl for Sullivan Grey. Who is he kidding? Really.
He looks like I hurt him. This is getting weirder and weirder. I tell myself, and then I look at my own glass. Maybe I’m the drunk one.
He just shrugs it off, though, and takes another glass of wine from the waiter passing by. Sullivan has never been the type of man who gets offended easily. But that look he gave me earlier told me he was, but he just decided in the end that he won’t act on it.
Is Cassandra right then? Has Sullivan changed somehow? And if he did, is it becau
se of that woman by the bar? I ask all these questions in my head and listen to my brother talk once more.
“I get it, I’m no saint. I’m still a little shocked about the changes that happened to me this month.”
His tone changes, and I look at him, surprised. This IS STILL Sullivan, right? The guy never admits something as serious as this. If he did admit his faults, it’s usually sarcastically with an annoyed tone. But when he said that, I was gaping.
He smirks at me and leaves me here, after clinking my glass and putting his on a table nearby. I close my mouth when the music slows down, and the two meet in the middle.
I go back to my date dejectedly, my uniform crinkles at the process. But my frown turns upside down the moment I watch Cassandra laugh.
Ah, she really has a wonderful laugh. And I can’t help but smile at her.
“Alright, you win. Sullivan does seem like he changed. But still, nothing too big.”
As I say that, Cass points her glass to the middle where I see Sullivan twirl his date, and then going down on one knee the next second. No way.
“You better not be tying your shoes, Sullivan,” the woman tells my brother.
He smiles at her and replies in a soft tone, making me wonder if this is my brother or a double that I’m not sure about, “Trust me, I’m not.”
Sullivan then takes out the ring, and it’s a really huge ring that the stone shines and overwhelms the room as it sparkles. I take a quick glance at Cassandra, and she’s engrossed in the proposal.
“Mercedes Garcia,” says my brother. “Will you do me the absolute honor of marrying me?”
His date then jumps at my brother with a resounding YES, and they fall on the dancefloor. Then they kiss each other, and the room bursts of applause.
Cassandra says with a gentle voice, “It’s so romantic.”
“Do you want a proposal like that?” I ask her, and she looks at me, suddenly feeling awkward with my question. “I’m serious.”
I ask her to dance after that, not minding if she doesn’t answer me. We dance and drink alcohol like its water.
And for some reason, besides my brother proposing to a woman, I feel like this day is special because I can have Cassandra like this one more time.
A second chance.
Fifteen
Cassandra
I’m inside the limousine with Silva, and the influence of the alcohol is taking over me. I’m hot and bothered, and I have this strong desire to rip my clothes off and have a fuck.
I don’t even care who it is, I just want some, badly. I’m like a bitch in heat, and a tasty-looking alpha male is sitting beside me in the back of this amazing limo.
No, I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. This is what I tell myself as I convince my body to not do something stupid that I will definitely regret later.
I try to let my mind wander a bit about the dance instead. It’s nice having those muscular arms around my body again. We’re not teenagers anymore, so our bodies have matured quite a lot.
Sullivan is also marrying this girl. It seems like the world is giving me a sign that if Sulli can have a sweet and romantic love life, then I can have one too.
I look to my side to see Silva looking as red as I am, and I realize that I’m not the only one who is probably thinking this way. He wants me too.
“Silva…” I say in this heated voice.
“What is it?” he replies in the same feverish tone.
We turn to each other, and our hand ends up touching. I feel the same electricity from back then rush through my veins; the sensation that surges through my skin feels nice, and it’s making me want to do more.
My eyes look to Silva, and we both have that same desire. I know this for a fact since he has the same look in his eyes back then when we were younger. Silva has this hungry animalistic look whenever he wants sex, and it’s hungrier now than it did the first time we did it.
I shiver in anticipation, my body clearly yearning for those big hands to enamor me with his love once more. He seems to have understood, since Silva is now on top of me, and he did not waste his time to do as my eyes ask of him.
His hands move to cup my breasts in heat, and his knee moves to my crotch and starts to rub it against my pussy. The texture of our clothes lit a fire in my cunt that I feel wet almost instantly.
Silva groans the next second as he feels my hand grabbing his cock and stroking it inside his now tight pants. This tells him that I am just as thirsty for sex as he is and that I’m giving him permission to do more.
It doesn’t take long for both of us to escalate things further as I turn away from him, present him my back, taking off my gown, and pulling down my sexy laced lingerie for him to see my wet pussy, dripping from excitement; he pulls out his cock the same time I change positions.
Oh, that meaty piece of cock that I miss so much. I look at it in delight, and I feel my pussy twitch for that giant cock to pound in me so hard. There was never anyone who attracted me in this way.
In the back of my mind, I feel like it’s because my dirty cunt loves a 12-inch cock, and Silva even grows bigger when we have hardcore sex.
“Ohhh! S-Silva!” I am expecting his cock, but instead, I feel his hot tongue inside me, licking around my inner walls as my pussy gets even wetter. He kneels in front of me.
My thighs are growing weak with his constant licking and sucking. I am not prepared for oral, so I’m a little embarrassed. On the other hand, my pussy is not ashamed at all as it rejoices with Silva’s amazing licks.
“Fuck! Ohhh! Silva...I...I want your cock, give me your cock…” I beg, letting him know that I really need that 12-inch cock inside me, NOW.
He smirks, and he soon answers my pleas. I soon feel his cock entering my pussy lips, slowly sliding it in as if he is savoring every inch of my dripping hot cunt.
Our positions are a bit uncomfortable as I’m sitting on top of him in the leather car seat.
“Cass… ooh… oh... your pussy... is so hot…”
Silva eventually got all the way in, and when he does, he starts fucking me as he has never fucked me before. We’ve done hardcore sex before, but it seems being drunk has some of its advantages.
The pressure of feeling his cock rampage inside me is making me moan loudly inside the limousine. I don’t even mind if the driver is listening, because GOD FUCKING DAMNIT that cock feels so good.
There’s a partition, though, so we are out of view.
He changes my position and makes me lean on the seat in front.
I scream, and he pulls my hair. His fingers have this tight grip on my black permed hair, and my back arches in utter delight when Silva hits a deep spot that only his large cock can reach.
I’m melting, screaming, and drowning in how good he is fucking me senseless right now. I squirt without knowing, and my pussy keeps getting wetter with each motherfucking thrust.
My voice hitches and I call out Silva’s name again and again. And with one particular deep thrust, I feel a fantastic surge of pleasure electrify my body. That’s when I realize I reach the climax, and I am a fucking mess.
But Silva is not yet done. So in my current sensitivity, he continues to fuck me with abandon, and I am just moaning and screaming.
I am so fucking wet that there is a puddle of my hot liquid beneath us, dripping to the floor of the car. Silva starts fucking me balls-deep, and the sensation of his skin slapping against mine is causing more heat inflaming my whole body.
My pussy is as hot as an oven that I feel like Silva’s cock will just melt inside me. He seems to love how hot I can get, because after a few more solid and deep thrusts, Silva cums deep in me.
Sixteen
Silva
I stay still, my cock deep inside of the hot pussy, unloading my thick cum. Cassandra’s scent fills my mind, and I end up kissing and licking her nape, making her shiver as I do so.
I hear her whimper as I continue to lick her nape nice and slow. She still reacts to what I’m doing, and it
makes me happy that I still affect her this much.
It must be the alcohol, but I really don’t care. Whether we do these things because we are drunk or because we have wanted this for so long, it doesn’t matter to me, as long as I can have Cassandra.
I finally pull out my cock leaving sweet kisses on her spine before completely moving out of her. My eyes watch Cassandra slowly sit up, her dress falling off of her shoulder as I gulp at the delectable sight.
I’m actually surprised at what’s happening between us, but I like it, regardless of how it happened. And by the looks of those black eyes, Cassandra feels the same. Her magnetic eyes are actually telling me that she wants more.
I’m no different, so I tell the driver to take us to my home. I hug Cass in my arms, caressing her body to relieve us both of this intense heat.
In the drive home, I fondle Cassandra’s large tits, then I finger her whole just so that she can orgasm multiple times while we have yet to get home. She squirms between my legs, and I can feel her body flaring up.
By the time the driver pulls over, my girl has had at least two more orgasms.
Her legs are quivering and weak after I have fingered her so much. I pick her up and let her cling to me as I carry her inside.
Soon we are in my bedroom, and I lay her down to the large bed near the large windows that are covered with a thin sheet of white curtains. The moon’s radiance touches Cassandra’s body as I remove her clothes completely.
She looks like an intricate painting at the moment, and I can’t help but look at her fondly at how beautiful she has become over the past years.
My drunken state soon dies down as I make love to Cass gently. I can tell she’s sober, too, since her eyes reflect the same love I have for her.
She doesn’t have to say it, because I already know. I know from experience what that look means; true love.