The Price Of His Desire

The Breaking Point

It has been almost a week since the will was read. Alfonso has kept himself busy since then and I have gotten bored of staying home every single day. On top of that I have been trying to reach Aria but she still has not returned any of my calls or texts. It has been draining, to the point that I finally asked Sarah to take me out.

She took me around the city and we went shopping at luxury brands. That was my first time ever spending such a ridiculous amount of money on clothes. Alfonso had Sarah give me my own black card.

Sarah later took me to one of the best restaurants in the city to dine. I enjoyed every moment of it.

For the first time in days I felt a little better. Spending the day with Sarah helped. She really is such a sweet soul.

We got home around seven in the evening.

Meeting Alfonso’s mother Lucia was the perfect way to destroy whatever peace Sarah helped me find today. She stood there in the hallway staring at me from head to toe. Her eyes were cold and judging. When she saw the shopping bags in my hands she lifted her chin slightly as if she had finally proven herself right. Sarah immediately slipped away and took the stairs.

“I knew it” she said in a very thick English accent. “I told everyone. I told you. I told my family. I knew why you came into my son’s life. This is it. I know a gold digger when I see one.”

Her words landed straight in my stomach. They stung. I kept a straight face but inside I felt that familiar twist of discomfort.

She stepped closer.

“I do not know what kind of spell you have over my son but even I know your marriage is not real. He only married you because of the will. That is the only reason you are here. And I pray he finally gets rid of you soon. You look like—”

She was about to continue. Another insult was about to leave her mouth. Something ugly. Something she clearly wanted to say for a long time.

But this time I did not let her finish.

“You’ve said enough. You don’t want me for your son I get it but enough with it. I understand that. But enough is enough. If you really think you know so much then go ask your son to let me go. Tell him. Tell him to throw me out.”

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I did not shout. I did not cry. I spoke clearly. I was tired. Tired of swallowing her disrespect every time she saw me.

Lucia froze. Her eyes widened slightly like she could not believe I talked back. She did not expect that from me. Not after the way she has always spoken to me since I arrived in this house.

Her shock hung in the air between us.

The next thing that followed was a slap across my face. It stung and I knew my cheek would be red. I saw Sarah on the stairs, her hand over her mouth, shocked.

“How dare you talk back to me,” Lucia fumed, pointing a finger at me. It took everything in me not to slap her back. Maybe not today, but if she tried it again I would not think twice.

“You heard me. Tell your son to let me go. Now if you will excuse me,” I said, turning to walk away. She grabbed my hand. I pushed her hand off quickly and stormed up the stairs.

I walked past Sarah quickly and entered the room, tossing the bag on the floor. Tears slipped down my face. I was angry and frustrated. None of this would have happened if I had never crossed paths with him.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice Alfonso was already in the room.

He stepped closer and held me just as I broke down. Realizing it was him, I immediately pulled his hands away.

“Don’t touch me,” I yelled. All the disrespect I had taken from his mother was because of him.

“What the hell is going on, Diana?” he asked, staring at me, completely oblivious.

“What the hell is not going on, Alfonso?” I fired back.

“Do you not see?” My voice cracked. “I don’t belong here. What purpose do I even serve in your life?”

“You brought me here because I looked easy to control, right? Or because you needed me to fulfill some stupid condition in your father’s will?” I spat out, my voice trembling.

“All this time… what purpose did I even serve? You lost the shares anyway. So what do you want from me now?” My breath shook as anger and hurt rushed through me.

“To obey you? To worship you? To lick the floor you walk on because you think you’re some god who saved me from my broke, miserable life?” My voice cracked. “All because of something your spoiled, irresponsible eighteen–year–old nephew did with Aria ?”

He didn’t react immediately. He just stared at me, his jaw slowly tightening as if he was swallowing something dark inside him.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low. Controlled. Too controlled.

“Are you done?”

There was no anger in his tone which somehow made it worse.

He stepped closer, his face inches from mine.

“Remember what I told you when we first met?” he said quietly, his voice cold. “If I wanted control, I could have had anyone, Diana. Anyone.”

He leaned in even closer, his eyes locked onto mine, unblinking.

“I want you, Diana. You are here because I chose you. Remember that.”

His voice lowered even further, almost a whisper.

“And the fact that you still believe I needed you for a piece of paper means you still know nothing about me.”

His breath and warmth filled my nose and as always it did something to me. I looked into his eyes.

“What does that even mean? You cannot have me just because you want to. I am not a toy you get to possess because you desire it. I am human. I feel emotions. That is something you do not understand because you do not have any…” I stopped when I noticed a shift in his eyes after the last words left my mouth.

“Why did you stop?” he whispered, his face drifting closer, our noses brushing softly.

My breath hitched, my lips parting for air.

“Say it. What do you think I do not have?” he murmured into my mouth. My eyes closed on their own.

“…that I can feel anything?” he said, his lips grazing mine, playful, breathing me in. His hand slid to the side of my neck. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, my mood shifting from anger and frustration to hunger. A need for his touch. His mouth.

“How can someone without feelings make you react like this?” he whispered again, kissing along my cheek slowly, teasing me.

A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it. When I opened my eyes, he was smirking.

Before I could even inhale properly, he crashed his lips against mine.

This time the kiss was slow yet deep. Our lips moved in sync and it felt stronger and more natural than our first kiss. From slow, he shifted into something more intense, dominant and passionate. The way he likes. I could barely keep up.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, lifting me in one swift motion. I wrapped my legs around his torso instantly, my fingers sliding through his hair without breaking the kiss. He moved until we reached the bed, guiding both of us down. The movement forced me to gasp for air, but it did not take long before he claimed my lips again.

It felt so good. I did not want it to stop. I did not care about what had happened moments ago. Not even the slap mattered anymore. I only wanted him in that moment. The way his touch and his kiss made me feel… even when I knew this wasn’t real. Even when I knew a man like Alfonso cannot love… none of that mattered right then.

And that was the moment I realized ,the

breaking point wasn’t when she slapped me. It was when I still wanted him after.