Revenge And Love Against My Mafia Ex-Husband
Chapter 75

She thought it would be uncomfortable to see the accusing faces of the doormen when they saw a religious couple enter a place like this, but the expressionless faces of these professionals, who only spoke as much as necessary, reassured her a little, but not enough to extinguish her blushing cheeks. That calmed her a little, but not enough to dampen her blushing cheeks, "what an embarrassment", she reflected, although it was not comparable to what was to follow.

-One bed, what a problem. -she opined aloud this time.

Erik coloured to reply, "Don't worry, you can use it, I'll sleep in the bathtub or in that strange chair.

-That's not fair, that chair looks uncomfortable and in the jacuzzi you can catch a cold, we'd better sleep in the same bed. I know you're a gentleman and you won't try to overdo it, besides I'm very tired from partying all night and she's on the run. -She looked around the room, she was curious about the mirrors on the ceiling, the television control embedded in the wall, because she had never been in a place like this before.

-Ximena, don't worry, nothing will happen that you don't want to happen. -Erik mentioned a classic phrase, and added, "What I will force you to do is to order something to eat first, I'm starving.

They ordered two lunches, their value contrasted with the quality. They had to wash it down with a bottle of wine to amerize the taste. Ximena decided to take a shower, she made several trips to cover the transparent door separating the bathroom with a towel. While she bathed, she prayed to the virgin to protect her from all evil and temptation, of course she was a free, single woman, the only thing that tied her to Angelo were her children who were with their adoptive parents. She also prayed that they would be safe. She came out of the bathroom, Erik was watching the television, apparently they were only showing adult movies, she interrupted him to tell him to go and take a bath.

Erik didn't cover the bathroom door, Ximena avoided looking at him, turned off the TV and went to bed. She pretended she had fallen asleep, she heard her friend come out of the bathroom, she felt his footsteps stopping in front of her, she thought she heard his breathing accelerate, she imagined he was naked watching her, maybe stimulating himself, that scared her, but it also gave her some excitement. She opened her eyes, realizing that he was still in the bathroom, without guilt she saw him there rubbing his body, she always thought he was skinny and that opinion changed when she looked at him. His muscles looked carved and his chest was as if it stretched to the horizon, what she liked most was the frizzy hair that adorned him from his neck to his feet. As she was detailing him, she didn't see when he was looking at her too.

As their gazes met, Ximena was embarrassed, pulling the covers over herself. Ashamed, she paid attention to listen for the moment when he came out of the shower, but a different noise reached her ears that reminded her of an opera concert, a woman screaming and moaning, enlivened by the sound of the bed hitting the wall and the creaking of the mattress. Unwillingly in her mind she imagined the scene of the lovers, even though she had dried herself well with the towel, she felt wet. That was made worse when the bed sagged on the other side, apparently he was sitting on the other end of the bed. A strange rush ran through her from her feet to her head, though it was possible she was imagining it again, she turned her head gently and sure enough, there he was lying there, the towel barely covering his private parts.

-Please cover yourself! -he exclaimed, pretending to be annoyed.

-It's just that my clothes got wet, I put them out to dry, please excuse me," Erik explained, and it was true, his clothes got wet because he left them hanging wrong in the bathroom and they fell on the wet floor. After a short pause he added, "Don't worry, you know that nothing will happen, that you don't want to happen, or do you want something?

He looked into her eyes, trying to guess her thoughts. It occurred to him to take off his towel and lie down on top of her, the possibility that he would be rejected and that she would never speak to him again.

On the other hand, Ximena was confused, her body was experiencing a libido that was overflowing inside her, perhaps the wine, or the love concert of the continuous rooms. She remembered the honeymoon plans, that would have been paradise, too bad it turned into hell. She looked at her companion and thought she saw her ex-husband's face, she bit her lips, Erik had apparently fallen asleep, and the towel had fallen off. Ximena's hands slipped the covers and guided by curiosity and animal desire, she explored his little things, she had only taken her ex-husband's, but this one was different, not only in size and shape, also the texture changed. She smelled his hands, that smell caused something inside her to explode, she continued caressing him, until she activated him, it caused him to stand up, she continued massaging him, she considered sitting on him, but she stopped, she remembered that until a few hours ago she was married to the father of her children. If it was true that he had cheated on her in a miserable way, she still couldn't believe that he was to blame for the death of her parents. Also the fact that she had already had two failed weddings, twice the bride who did not emerge triumphant amidst a shower of rice, the one who did not embark in a classic car with cans hanging from it. It was better to leave things up to that place.

She didn't count on the fact that the sounds next door were still affecting her and that Erik stood up and said to her, "Don't be shy:

-don't be shy, you can tell we both want to, I promise I'll be careful.

He tried to kiss her, Ximena dodged him at the last instant, her mind was spinning at every moment, she couldn't be an easy one like her friend Mia, her marriage had barely failed and she was already in bed with someone else. If it would have been better to have let him sleep in that chair, or on the rug, but what if she had found happiness with this man, she deserved to be happy. It would be stupid to remain faithful to the man who had been her husband at the point of deception, although there was still the possibility that it was all a lie, although that didn't take away from the fact that he was a dangerous criminal.

Erik was pushed by his hormones, he did not give up, he tried to kiss her several times, but she only avoided him moving her face from one side to the other, until in those movements their mouths collided. A clumsy kiss arose that Ximena then guided with her hands to mould it into something passable that increased the fire that burned inside them, that sought to make them collide and explode. Her mind was silenced by the passionate desires of her body, even as her partner struggled clumsily to unfasten her bra. She considered helping him instead, reaching under one of her hands to continue massaging his member. While he cursed those bra clasps, which seemed to be getting more tangled instead of loosening, he decided to leave them on, he was able to get her little panties off thanks to her help. He climbed on top of her without stopping kissing her. But Ximena felt dirty, the memory of Angelo's caresses caused her to repudiate this invader, with arms and legs in a spring-like manner she pushed him, throwing him off the bed. He got up in surprise, even though she told him "no more, this is a mistake".

Again he climbed on top of her, grabbing her wrists hard, trying to join them together at the top of the headboard to secure them with only one hand so he would have one hand free to try to force himself on her, as he snorted: -you can't leave me like this, I'm not a child.