Chapter 18 (Resilient)

His words were like a bomb. I feel more pain in my soul. I pushed him away, but he's not letting go.   My tears rolled down like a faucet.   "What else are you doing here? Go away!"   He licked his lips. "No."   What does he want? Damn it! I'm having a tough time!   "Let's break up!" I said it finally.   His forehead creased and his jaw clenched. He balls his fist. He seemed to want to throw things away. Even though I was so nervous, I tried to be brave.   "No."   "I love you, but I don't want to be your mistress."   He then hit the wall next to me with force.   My lips parted and my eyes widened.   I could see the tightening of the veins in his arm used for the beating. He bent down and blinked emphatically. When he looked up, his eyes turned red.   "We're not going to break up," he said softly. I could feel his control. "Those pictures were true." My heart shattered.   "But those pictures were taken three years ago." My heart pounded at what he said.   "Wh-what?" I asked, confused.   "Those pictures don't lie. The liar is the one who posted them." He kissed my forehead, and I closed my eyes.   I didn't know what to say. I raised my hand to hug him back.   "I'm sorry." His hug tightened even more.   "No breakup is going to happen. I'm still going to marry you."   ***   I want to ask more than that. How much do I want to know? The marriage will not continue. I was relieved because of that.   His arms were stiff and sinewy around me. It protected me from the chilly air blown by the wind.   Sebe prepared a romantic dinner for us on a yacht. I didn't expect it.   "I really miss you," he said, breaking the silence with his hoarse voice.   We just finished eating. He was lying on a sun lounger here, inside the yacht. The feeble lights from a tiny bulb make the atmosphere romantic.   I was leaning horizontally on his chest.   "I miss you too."   The stars and moon in the sky seem to help us find light in the middle of the sea.   The sea is only gentle. The yacht is not so big, but it is elegant inside. There is a small room downstairs, and it has a shower inside.   Flowers were scattered on the floor. There was a table on the side of the yacht at which we had previously eaten. The sun lounger is in the back, where we were positioned now.   With his right hand caressing my back, one handheld a goblet of wine. His breath gave me chills.   I can't sleep now if I don't clear everything up.   From lying on his chest, I went up. The wind blew my hair. I fixed it. He sat down and helped me take over the hair. He pulled me closer to him. My shoulder hit his hard chest, wrapped in a white t-shirt.   I cleared my throat.   "Why did you have a woman there with you?" I finally asked. Possessive? Yes, I don't care.   His forehead creased. His thick eyebrows met even more. I can't help but admire this Adonis in front of me.   "What do you mean?" He said huskily, kissing my neck.   "I called you, and a woman answered," I said in a tiny tone.   I closed my eyes and prayed that whatever he would say—and I would know—wouldn't hurt me.   He licked his lips even more.   "Yeah, Maribel told me that."   "Who's she?" I ask.   He turned me even more until my body was squeezed in the middle of him. He cupped my face, and his thumb caressed my jaw.   "Maribel Rallos is my cousin. She owns the hotel I stayed at. I'm sorry for her bratty attitude. Do you want to talk to her? Did she bother you?"   I rested softly. It was as if a thorn in my heart had been pulled.   I shook my head. "No..."   Kissing my forehead seems to be his trademark.   "I'm sorry for leaving you." He bit his lower lip while looking at me with his playful smile. "Forgive me, please," he whispered. His lips traced my shoulder blade.   Oh, lord!   I'm being nervous!   "Damon kissed you?" I lazily closed my eyes. Why does he even remember that?   "It's nothing."   I clung, especially to his arm.   "Yeah, nothing," he mocked. "He deserves my punch anyway."   The wind blew me away as my nose hit his nose. He lifted me slightly so I could reach his lip. His other hand supports my back. My chest throbbed as he kissed my lips.   He expertly parted my lips with his and invaded the inside of my mouth. A soft moan escapes from me.   I almost exploded with all sorts of emotions. He groaned and stopped the kiss.   "You're mine," he claimed.   He covered my lips again and made me sit in front of his lap. He parted my legs so I could sit adequately facing him.   He made me moan at him.   "S-Sebe..."   "Fuck..."   "Sebe p-please." I don't know why I said that. I also don't know what that is for. I was drunk on what he was doing. He harshly took off his shirt and threw it somewhere.   He kissed me again thoroughly. I could feel the swelling of my lips from the kind of kiss he gave me.   I moaned more loudly when his bulge hit my delicate spot. I shivered. I held on to his masculine shoulders.   Without a word, he immediately scooped me up. I was drowning in this sensation.   I want him... I want to feel him...   "Sebe, please," I begged again when he laid me harshly on the bed.   The fleeing lights from the lampshade only gave me the chance to see him. I was consumed by the kind of fire he was giving me.   He first glanced at me and stopped at the hem of my dress, which was lifted to my thigh.   He licked his lower lip. I was out of breath as he shamelessly took off his shorts right in front of me.   His huge, ripen sex sprang out freely. He claimed my lips again, and that didn't last. It went down to my jaw. He gently pulled my tube dress down to my stomach. He held the hem of my dress, and his hand went in there. His lips sucked my breast like a baby.   "Ah!" I moaned as I gripped tight on the pillow. He pulled down my pants. He left my breast and leveled his gaze on me.   "I love you," he said hoarsely. At the same time, he entered me. I almost cried out in pain. I felt it. I clung to his arm and frowned.   He groaned.   "S-Sebe." I cried.   He pointed his hand at either side of me. We were already sweating.   He thrust on me so fast and hard.   "Ah, Sebe!" I moaned loudly in tears.   The Sebe I see now is different. His beast sides. I could see the tension in his veins every time he pushed me.   "Fuck," he groaned.   The bed creaked as he thrust at me. He tore it down.   "Oh, my God," I growled as I felt something strange explode inside me.   I heard the headboard slam into the column. Sebe's banging on me hard this time. I no longer knew where to turn my head.   My nail almost sank into his arm. The small room where we were now was filled with growls and whimpers.   "Ah~ Sebe," I moaned.   "Come with me," he drawled. I felt him spill his juices inside me.   We gasped as he sank into my neck, both naked and panting.   "I love you." He spoke.   I nodded lazily.   "I love you so much," he said again.   ***   "Eli is different. She's a bitch. Be careful; her family is powerful."   We just finished playing volleyball.   It's been two days since Sebe and I got home. Until now, I thought I still had an aftershock. What Kylie told me didn't alarm me anymore. I took my towel out of the bag.   "Why does she have to stick herself to someone who doesn't love her?" I said, shaking my head.   "Are you still wondering? Sebastian Montemayor is the one she's crazy about. She must have gone crazy." She drank her bottled mineral water as we headed out of the gym.   Somehow, I trust Sebe. I know he won't hurt me again.   As we neared the locker, we met Clinton. Kylie gasped when Clinton gripped her arms.   "Let's talk," Clinton said.   We were immediately stopped. Clinton boisterously glared at Kylie.   "We don't have anything to talk about."   I shouldn't be listening to this talk. They need space.   "Kylie, I think I need to go."   "No!" She was quick when she held my hand. "Let's go together."   "Baby..." Clinton called her.   I really wanted to get out of here, but she tightened her grip on me.   "Kylie," I was immediately cut off from what I was about to say because of the man who grabbed my waist.   "Let them talk," Sebe whispered.   I don't know where he came from. He suddenly appeared!   I turned to Kylie. Her eyes were begging.   We all know that there are no perfect relationships. Everything will undergo struggles—tests that will evaluate how resilient you two are.