I am NOT Bella

Chapter 3 - A murderer's eyes

I locked the door, but the false security of Bella's bedroom had no effect on my anxiety. The fairy tale feeling of wearing a dreamy dress and going to a ball turned into a nightmare of guilt and overwhelming emotions. What a mess I made! For all the men available on earth, I ended up entangled with my sister's husband, and I liked it. I am definitely a filthy and deceitful slut!

My mouth is still swollen and tingling from the kiss, and my naked intimacy is wet and throbbing in pain, longing for his fingers to touch it. When those fingers were playing with the hem of my panties, my inner dark desire was for them to touch deep down there. But to my despair and relief, his fingers didn't dare to unravel my lady parts. They only teased me maliciously, making me imagine the unholy pleasures they could give me.

I must be crazy, maybe these sensations are what it means to be horny? I am confused with all these body reactions and feelings that I cannot control. They go beyond my logical thinking, beyond my comfort zone.

I always rely on Bella to explain feelings and relationships. But how can I ask her for advice in this situation? Maybe if I Google it? No, this is the dumbest option. I don't know how I could be so clever with numbers and codes and so stupid when it comes to relationships.I gave up thinking and took off my dress. His scent seeped into the fabric, as if it was there on purpose. I couldn't resist the temptation and inhaled that fresh, salty scent, which reminded me of a breeze blowing off the sea on a sunny day. A scent that really suited his looks. His tanned skin, his medium wavy black hair, and the well-groomed beard on his chiseled jay line give him the dangerous and dastardly aura of a pirate.

What the hell am I doing? I need to erase all traces of him from my body and mind. I went to the bathroom and let the cold water wash away every trace of this profane night. Soon I will erase him from my memory as well. I swear I will. I stayed under the water until my fingers cramped, and my body was numb. That's better. I went to Bella's closet. As expected, everything is too colorful and itchy for my sensitive eyes and skin. Better to sleep with nothing, at least the blanket is soft and cozy. My eyes were getting heavy, and I was getting sleepy, but before I lost my conscience, something cold and flat touched my fingertips.

It was late in the morning when I woke up. The awareness of being in an unfamiliar place extinguished the warm feeling of my comfortable cocoon. I let out a sigh of relief when I realized that there were no strange marks or sensations on my body, even though I had slept naked and vulnerable. But my dress and shoes were gone. Only my ear buds and cell phone were on the small table. The beautiful diamond and aquamarine earrings were gone as well. It was as if I had been Cinderella who had turned into a pumpkin after midnight. At least she was dressed in rags.I don't even have my underwear.What the hell was I thinkin' yesterday? 

What am I going to do? I can't just walk around naked! Maybe Bella won't mind if I borrow something to wear from her. And why should she care about that when she's the one who put me in this situation in the first place? I noticed a folded volume on an armchair before I checked her closet. As I approached, I noticed it was a light beige dress made of an extremely soft fabric and a pair of slippers of the same color. On the top of it was a red rose. I realized the rose lace was a panty, also made of soft fabric. I read the note that was pinned to it.

'Good morning, Ángel,

Your sweet scent rocked my dreams, and I can't wait to smear myself all over your wet pussy. I hope my little gift is to your liking.

Yours, X.'

Flustered, I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash.

"Obscene shameless bastard!" I mumbled.