Never an Ever After

Dirty little thoughts

SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER:

ARMS OF MARY-BOYZONE

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

RONAN

This new fascination I had discovered just earlier is sending me on edge.

I know playing with fire with Ellora is like playing football blindly.

For years, I didn’t see any emotions to her from me. it’s as if she voids those emotions to me when I can see her being warm and sunshine to anyone else but me.

So, when I saw and felt her anger and annoyance earlier, it was new to me. I have not seen any other feelings every time Ellora’s looking at me but fear. But earlier, she's mad and frustrated even.

I can take what she can only give me.

If that’s anger, then so be it.

As I watched her clean her things through her window, and still oblivious to my presence. She's just doing her own same routine from school, arranging things and my favorite thing she does, washing up and walking on her bedroom fully naked. All for me to see.

Some knock crashed my euphoric stage even she’s not fully naked yet.

“Come in.” I command.

My bedroom door open and close and I didn’t bother to look to see who it was.

"Senorito, here is the new cellphone you ordered for me to buy earlier." It's Camilla, Anita's daughter. Mom summoned her here in USA three years ago so that she and Anita could be together and also be able to study at the school where I study. Sometimes I feel like Mom took her in to be my spy, especially during the past few years when I became naughty and reprimanded at school.

Camilla is a beautiful Mexican girl but unlike My Ellora, Camilla is wild and naughty when her Mom doesn’t see her behind closed doors.

Yes, beside Bianca, Camilla is my regular f**k buddy. She came in right in time because I am having a very huge and hard rock d**k right now as I watched Ellora naked in her bedroom, finding new clothes to wear.

“Leave it on the table.” I told her. “Lock the door and get your ass here.” I command.

I like being powerful in and out of the bed, Camilla and Bianca is the perfect submissive, But Camilla is my favorite.

She walks in front of me and I made her face the window, as I set my focus on my girl on the other side of the window. I moved up Camilla’s skirt and shove her panties while I ruthlessly shove my d**k hard inside her. She moans and I covered up her moth as I move in and out on her.

The pale white skin and the dark raven hair of my f*****g beautiful girl, that is my motivation to f**k Camilla’s brains out, My Ellora’s t**s is bouncing so perfectly every time she moves and I imagined her on top of mine as I growl. When she finally finds an oversized shirt and put it on her tiny frame all I can see is her n*****s and her pale bare legs as I come undone. I released Camilla as she looks up at me, still in oblivion after I f****d her hard. I looked at my Ellora already on her bed, taking a nap. Camilla saw me, she is aware of what I am doing all those years. But I don’t care.

Camilla tried to touch my face but I shove her hand away “Don’t even go there.” I warns, for years I know she falls in love with me, unlike Bianca. Bianca only loves the fame and the attention she’s getting when anyone else knows that she’s dating me. Camilla, is willing to be kept in the dark but she begs me for my love.

“It’s been years, Señorito. She didn’t see you as I see you.”

I hold her cheeks and smiled at her darkly “Oh dear, she f*****g will.” I stride my way to the bathroom “You always knew where the door is.” I told her so coldly.

I know Mama Anita will kill me if she ever finds out about this.

After some I time, I summoned on the dining table for the dinner.

Mom and Dad chatting about their day happily as I am looking at them.

“Darling, your new oxygen tank has been replaced and I will take care of you later when you go to sleep." Mom holds my hands and smiles warmly at me.

“No need, Mom. I’m heading out too.”

"Are you sleeping well?" Dad asked. We haven't been that close since the accident. And I know he knows that part of me blames him, that is why after that, Dad became reliant on alcohol. He too blaming himself.

I nod “I am.”

“How’s football and your study?” He pressed.

“Doing good, Dad.”

“That’s good to hear. Just tell me if you need anything, okay?”

I nod “Thanks.”

“You should tell him the news, Honey.” Mom smiled at Dad.

“What news?”

"Your uncle Bert will be staying with us from now on." Dad smile excitedly, Him and uncle albert is quite close since they were young up until now.

Dad is in politics; Uncle Bert is in to the secret organizations. Talk about balance, huh?

“That’s good.” I smiled at them.

My phone beeps and see it was James

James; “Fight club, tonight.”

This is what I need. The fight. The adrenaline.

Ronan: I’m in.