Bounded by Duty

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Getting to the hotel, , Amaya clung to the strange man, ass he kissed him, over and over again, she was a little sober and she knew what she was doing ..

Looking into the face of this stranger , she knew she would be able to recognise the face of the man any she see him

But she didn’t care all she wanted was to get her laid bad , just to sour her now ex-fiancé as she wasn’t going to get married to someone who cheated on her with her sister

Peeling off the clothes off each other and having to kiss him like never before

This was her first time being intimate with a man, she had made Edward wait till the night of their marriage, so there was no need to keep it again.

She didn’t want to tell the strange man either that this was her first time, but she allowed him to make her come alive

As she moaned, into the dark

hitting the right spot, made her scream at the top of her voice as the strange man kept on pounding inside of her.

The last drop of sweat slid down her body as they finally stopped to catch their breath. Amaya began to sob, slowly, not even knowing why she was crying at first—she just felt like crying.

Surprisingly, the stranger held her close and let her cry on his shoulder. “What did I do to deserve this? Why would she sleep with my man, of all the men in the world?!”

“Can you imagine? My sister slept with my soon-to-be husband just because she desired him so much?”

She kept ranting until she eventually fell asleep. Everything seemed fine when she woke up very early the next morning.

She sat up, looking around, surprised to find herself in a different environment for the second time.

“Oh my goodness, I don’t want to believe that last night really happened,” she whispered to herself as she got out of bed, fully naked. The strange man was gone, thankfully. She walked slowly to the bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found.

This calmed her a little as she stepped into the shower, letting the water cascade down her body. It made everything feel different.

She knew she couldn’t go back to that house and live there anymore. She had made up her mind.

The business trip her father had asked her to take months ago, which she had refused, now seemed like her best option.

Stepping out of the shower, she put on her clothes and checked out of the hotel.

The receptionist’s stare followed her through the glass doors as she stepped out, unsure of where she was headed.

She ordered a cab to take her back to the clubhouse where everything had started—or had she been the one picked up? She wasn’t sure, and the thought baffled her even more.

As she reflected on her first night with a total stranger, she realized she didn’t regret it. She only regretted losing her virginity to a stranger.

The moment she got home, she packed her bags and grabbed her passport. She quickly sat down to book the next available flight, which was in two hours.

Rushing to pack, she heard a familiar voice: “And guess who’s back!” Amaya didn’t bother to look; she knew it was her sister, there to taunt her.

She zipped up her bag and headed out, leaving her sister behind.

“And where are you going?” her father asked as she dropped her bag and turned to face him.

“Anywhere but here. And if you must know, I’m going to meet the business associate you wanted me to see months ago. Ask your secretary to book an appointment with him, but I’m not coming back. Have a great life.”

She walked away from the life that had caused her so much pain. This bitterness made her quite jaded toward everything.

Her flight was long. She spent the better part of the day sightseeing and touring the city of Morocco. She couldn’t help but take pictures and make new friends.

She had her first meeting with the business associate, who tried to make advances, but she firmly refused and insisted on being treated professionally.

“I’m not Chloe. I’m Amaya, and I expect to be treated as a business associate, not an acquaintance,” she said as they ended their meeting and sealed the deal.

She had no intention of going back home.

It had been over two months since her father last called her. He had never wanted her anyway, so it didn’t surprise her as she enjoyed her stay in Morocco.

“Why don’t we go on a brunch date?” one of the new friends Amaya made in Morocco asked.

“That would be nice. I don’t mind trying out new cuisine.”

“Oh, I bet you’ll love this à la carte style dish,” her friend said.

She was about to respond when her phone suddenly rang. Looking at the screen, she saw her father calling.

“What does he want?” she muttered to herself, unknowingly.

“Who is that?” one of her friends asked.

Startled, Amaya replied, “Oh my, I didn’t realise I said that out loud. It’s no one important, let’s go have fun !!”

The other echoes along with her as they made their way out of Amaya’s new apartment as they walked down the street , Amaya suddenly saw so so familiar,

The man she had a one night stand with, she looked at the man again, but she was seeing someone else that she didn’t know,” did I actually see wrong ?” she asked herself

They finally went down to the restaurant as they chatted and ate all the dishes that they were served .. now filled up they decided that it was time to go back home

Promising each other to come again next time , Amaya happily went back to her Linley apartment, without her friends she wouldn’t have been home all alone

She was about to go shower when her phone rang again, and this time it was still hard dad .

She was beginning to get worried that something must have happened for her dad to call her this consistently

She picked up her phone and answered his call

“ Why have you not been picking my calls !”

“ I thought I mentioned that I wanted to be left alone , dad!!” She said the last statement sarcastically

“ Oh please stop with the drama , I need you to be home by this weekend , no excuses !”

“But dad, you can’t just order me around ?!!” She wailed hut the call had entered before she could companion

“ What is going on?” She asked, looking at the phone in her hand confused …