NINONG: My Silent, Forbidden Desire

Behind his Back

I woke up in a bed that was completely unfamiliar to me. The room was painted gray, and the scent of a man filled every corner of the space.

Where am I?

Suddenly, the door swung open. It was Mathew. So… he was the one I was with last night?

“Finally, you’re awake. Come on, let’s get you something to eat,” he said, a smile playing on his lips.

I just gave him a blank, poker-faced stare, which was enough to wipe the smile right off his face.

“Hey—”

“Sir, I apologize for interrupting, but the person who is supposed to pick you up has arrived.”

It was probably one of their house helpers. Mathew looked at me for a moment before taking a deep breath.

“I have to go. Make sure you finish your food. And by the way, I already spoke with Aunt Sally. I told her you won’t be able to go home today.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. Since when did they become so close? Never mind.

He walked out of the room, so I just pulled the covers over my head and went back to sleep. I was only awakened later by the sound of something breaking outside, followed by a woman screaming loudly.

I took slow, quiet steps toward the living room. There she was—the girl I had seen with Mathew before.

“You b***h! Where is Mathew?!” she shouted. She grabbed me by the hair and dragged me roughly out toward the garden. I felt like my scalp was going to tear off from how hard she was pulling.

“You’re nothing but a w***e who crawled into my fiancé’s bed! How dare you?!” she screamed continuously, before shoving my face hard into the fountain water.

I didn’t feel the pain from her words, but my heart ached as realization hit me hard. I ruined someone else’s engagement. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks.

“Don’t you dare look at me with those pitiful, crying eyes!”

With everything happening to me right now… maybe I really am just a w***e. Damn it.

All I wanted was to forget my past and start over. But it seems I was wrong to let a man get close to me again—especially one I thought was unattached and free.

I winced as the maid from Mathew’s household cleaned the wound on my lip I had gotten earlier.

“I am so sorry, Ma’am. I wasn’t able to stop that witch earlier,” she said. Her name was Kintin; she was the helper I had seen before.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. And… at least now I know the kinds of things I need to stay away from.”

She nodded gently.

I think it would be best if I just stayed far away from everyone. I don’t want to be a source of trouble or chaos for anyone around me.

“There. All done.”

I thanked her and told her I was ready to go home. I also asked her politely if she could please not mention anything about what happened today to Mathew.

“Mom, where is Aira?” I couldn’t help but ask when I noticed her empty seat at the dining table.

“Mathew just called to inform us that Aira won’t be coming home for a while. Just let your goddaughter enjoy her life, dear. She’s not a child anymore,” she exclaimed, before taking a spoonful of her food.

Mathew again.

I don’t understand why… but every time I hear someone—especially a man—getting close to Aira, I feel like I could kill someone out of frustration.

“Anyway… Your grandfather wants you to enter politics. He said you will be the one to take his place as Governor,” Dad said, his eyes still fixed on the food on his plate.

I let out a heavy sigh. Politics again.

“We know you don’t like politics, but you know how your grandfather is. Also… Zapphira will be arriving soon. Your engagement party is being arranged.”

Zapphira. Again. I used to like her a long time ago, but she rejected me and chose to be with a foreigner she met back then. I told myself I was happy. Because Zapphira was my first love, and to be honest… she is still the only one for me until now.

“What?!” Mom shouted, snapping me back to reality. She was talking to someone over the phone. I raised an eyebrow when she suddenly looked at Dad and me, panic written all over her face.

“Get up, both of you. Aira needs us!” she said frantically, rushing out of the house ahead of us.

What happened to Aira? Damn it.

When we arrived at the hospital, Aira looked like she was just sleeping peacefully. Her friend, Clara, was there by her bedside, holding her hand and crying her eyes out.

“What happened?” Dad asked the doctor, his voice cold and sharp.

The doctor didn’t hesitate to answer him directly. Meanwhile, I stood silently in the corner, my eyes darting back and forth between my parents and the bed where Aira lay.

“She was poisoned, actually. Based on the tests, it was administered last night. It is a slow-acting poison. Whoever helped her last night managed to save her in time, but she will need another round of antibiotics to completely flush the toxins out of her system.”

Mom almost lost her balance upon hearing the news. Tears started falling freely down her face.

“How is she right now?” I asked. I stepped forward because Dad was already busy trying to calm Mom down.

“She is stable now. She just needs plenty of rest to recover fully.”

Silence filled the entire room. Then, footsteps approached. It was Felix.

“Boss… I found out that Mathew is behind what happened to Miss Aira. I saw them together yesterday. He forced her to go with him.”

My vision turned red with rage. I pointed sharply at Felix, who was now lying on the floor after I punched him square in the face.

“You knew… and you didn’t tell me?!” I roared at him.

Neither Dad nor Mom tried to stop me.

“Boss, because—”

BANG....

I hate excuses. Especially when it concerns the safety of my family… and Aira.

After speaking with Mom, I left. My vision was still clouded with anger as I drove straight to Mathew’s house. I found him arguing with a woman—she was a foreigner too.

“You will never be my fiancée, remember that! If I find out that something happened to Aira… you’ll have to answer to me!” he shouted at her.

He was about to step out when my fist collided hard against his jaw.

He looked at me, shocked and confused. Tsk.

“Because of you, Aira almost died. You idiot.”

Before he could even recover, I rained punch after punch on him. I kicked him repeatedly, venting all my anger until I was satisfied seeing him beaten and bruised.

“What is wrong with you, dude? Why did you beat the guy up without even finding out the truth behind everything?” Michael asked, casually sipping his coffee.

I glared at him with pure hostility. “Why? He deserved it. Aira almost died just because of him.”

“Dude…” He shook his head, then looked me straight in the eye. “You aren’t even sure if it was really him. Are you this worried about Aira because she’s like a daughter to you…?” His gaze held mine, his words carrying a strange weight. “Or is it because there is something more than that?”

I fell silent instantly. Hearing him say that… there was only one thing I could admit. I don’t know.

“Anyway… Zapphira’s parents are back in town. So you can expect the engagement party to happen in just a few days.”

I felt myself calm down at his words. This is what I have been waiting for. To finally marry Zapphira—the woman I have loved for so long, the one I want to spend my life with.

I looked at Yvette with pure annoyance. Right now, she was acting like she was the victim in all of this.

“Mathew…”

“Shut up,” I told her coldly. She flinched under my gaze. “If I find out that you had anything to do with what happened to Aira… you will regret it. You’ll know exactly what I am capable of doing.”

I walked with a slight limp toward my room. Aira… she is the only girl I have dreamed of for the longest time. Even though I knew my love for her was hopeless and would never lead anywhere, because she loves someone else.

Hours passed.

A soft moan echoed from nowhere as I walked toward the living room.

In the dark corner near the kitchen door, I saw two shadows moving. They were entangled, lost in each other.

“I love f*cking your tight little body, love!” a man’s voice groaned.

The woman’s large breasts bounced with every rough, fast thrust the man gave her.

“Deeper, love… f*ck me harder… yes, just like that…”

I stayed where I was, watching. It was Yvette. And the man… I didn’t know him yet. Not that I cared. I was just annoyed that they were doing that here, inside this house.

“Can I enter your *ss?” he asked, breathing heavily.

“Go on… do whatever you want. Just make sure you make me feel good and satisfied.”

Without wasting any time, they started another round. The sounds of her whimpers grew louder, and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies against each other was clearly audible.

Yvette bent over, her head resting on the floor, her hips raised exactly where the man’s member was waiting. The man knelt down and began to thrust, moving in and out of her entrance. Yvette massaged her own breasts, which made her moan even louder.

From where I stood, I could clearly see Yvette’s body trembling and convulsing—a sign that she had reached her climax. I thought they were done.

But they weren’t.

The man stood Yvette up and told her to face the wall. In that instant, he pushed his hardness back inside her wet cave again.

My heart raced with anxiety over what might happen next, but I didn’t care anymore. The only thing I felt right now was the intense pleasure I tasted with every thrust Mike made inside me.

He held me tightly and turned me around to face the wall. His manhood was still deep inside me, thrusting faster and deeper.

Another wave of release came. He wasn’t done yet. He pulled me outside, toward the garden. Naked.

There was a bench near a large tree. He sat down and guided me—forcing me roughly to sit down onto his hard length, which stood ready and waiting to fill me completely.

I felt every inch of his hardness deep inside me. He held my hips, helping me move up and down on his massive size. It went all the way in. My moans grew louder.

He let go of my waist, and his hands began to wander upward, reaching my chest. He started playing with my n*****s while I continued riding him. I felt him grow even harder and bigger inside me. My walls tightened around him. He brought his hands back to my hips, pulling me down harder onto him.

Moments later, he released inside me. I collapsed weakly onto the carpeted floor. But before I could even recover from the intensity of it, he thrust into me again while I was still on my knees. His tongue tangled with mine, sucking and biting my lips—still rough and demanding.

“Damn it… I will never get tired of entering your tight little cave!” Mike groaned, continuing what he was doing. We exchanged groans and gasps, lost in the heat of the moment.

He finally pulled out. He told me to lie down on the carpet, and I obeyed. He spread my legs wide open and buried his face between them. He stiffened his tongue and pushed it deep inside me. Then, his tongue moved from the inside, gliding over my most sensitive spot—my cl*toris—making me moan uncontrollably.

I didn’t know where to turn my head from the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling. My mouth fell open in shock when I saw a figure standing outside the gate.