Page 10 of Stronger Than Fate
“Your bed?”
“This was my bedroom when I lived here. Now tell me once and for all what you’re doing here.”
“This has to be a joke, no doubt about it! Fate has it in for me,” I said, while looking for something to cover myself with.
I turned around looking for something to put on, but finding nothing, I tugged at the bedspread and wrapped it around my shoulders.
“Are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?” he insisted, with his hands on his hips and not caring that he was almost naked, seeming to be losing his patience.
“Niky invited me!” I shouted.
“My sister knows you?”
“Niky is your sister?”
“How do you know her?”
“That’s none of your business,” I said, and turned around, “I’m leaving!”
“You’re not going anywhere. First, you’re going to tell me how you know my sister. I’ve never seen you with her, and nowsuddenly when I start running into you, you become friends with her? I assure you I find it very strange,” he said, and stood in front of the door to prevent me from leaving the room.
“I didn’t even know you were siblings. Let me out!” I demanded and began to struggle with him.
Henry picked me up and carried me to the bed.
“Let me go, right now!”
When I tried to get up, he prevented it by putting his body on top of mine. I was in bed with Henry Woollardy on top of me and we were almost naked. I looked at him in amazement and could see in his eyes a desire so great that it made me shudder.
“I told you to let me g…”
Henry silenced me by lowering his face to mine and pressing his lips to my mouth. I struggled as much as I could, but I couldn’t move him even an inch. Once again, I surrendered. I couldn’t control my treacherous body that responded instantly with a rise in temperature and a complete shudder. I let his tongue invade my mouth in such an exciting way that, unable to contain it, I moaned with pleasure. My heart began to pound against the walls of my chest and my hands trembled with the desire to caress his body. Yes, I surrendered and raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck to return that kiss that, although I knew it was wrong, I desperately wanted. Since he had kissed me, I had wanted to feel his lips on mine again, I longed for that pleasurable contact to which I was becoming addicted. Henry savored my mouth with delight and such possessiveness that it was overwhelming. Our tongues danced to a frantic rhythm; we didn’t want to leave even an inch unexplored. Without stopping kissing me, his hands began to caress my legs and slowly moved upward. The moment his hand tried to slip under myunderwear, whatever was clouding my reason dissipated, and I broke the kiss and pushed his hand away.
“My God, you are so beautiful! Stay. Let’s finish this, we both want it,” he said, panting and whispering against my neck.
“Let me go,” I said, but I wasn’t convinced of what I was saying; this man made me feel things I had never felt before.
I was hesitating whether to get up or continue kissing those sensual lips and feeling that muscular body on top of mine, but his words took away all the passion that had awakened in my body and froze me, replacing the burning with deadly fury.
“If you sleep with all those men, why can’t you sleep with me?”
“Whaaaat?” I said, looking at him in astonishment.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. When we had seen each other the previous time, he had implied something similar, but now that I heard him say it literally, not only had I been invaded by immense fury but also by an anguish that tightened my chest. This man had the idea that I was a whore.
If only he knew I’ve never had sex, I thought.
“Get off me or I’ll start screaming!” I exclaimed loudly, while moving frantically to escape his entrapment.
Henry got up and looked at me in amazement. His excitement was evident and protruded above his underwear. When he noticed, he looked for his pants, which were on a chair, and put them on quickly. While he was doing that, I adjusted the comforter over my body and hurriedly left the room. When I reached Niky’s bedroom, I opened the door and went in without knocking or announcing myself.
“Niky, wake up. Niky, please wake up,” I said, while moving her a little to wake her and turning on the lamp that was on her nightstand.
My friend sat up in bed and looked at me strangely.
“What’s happening, Dali? Is something wrong?”
“What’s happening is that your brother got into the bedroom without knowing I was there and he’s furious.”
