Silent Eyes

4, Farewell Kiss

"Thanks for inviting me," Monica blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. Seated at a table near the seaside, she and Andreas enjoyed the pleasant weather and the soothing sound of crashing waves. The table before them was adorned with plates of delicious food, accompanied by scattered rose petals.

Andreas leaned back in his seat, smiling warmly. "You're welcome," he replied. They both indulged in their meal, but Monica couldn't ignore the weight on her shoulders any longer. She mustered the courage to express her gratitude and bid farewell. "As my trip comes to an end, I wanted to thank you for showing me around and say goodbye one last time," she confessed.

Andreas' smile faded, and Monica noticed the change in his demeanor. Concerned, she asked, "Are you okay?" His grin seemed forced as he wiped his lips with a napkin. "Yeah," he strained, his voice betraying his true emotions. "Anyway, it was an honor meeting you. You're a lovely woman."

Relieved, Monica relaxed and touched her chest. "Thanks," she replied.

Unbeknownst to Monica, Andreas still smiled outwardly, but inwardly his heart burned with the knowledge that her time here was limited. The thought of never seeing her again tempted him to overturn the table, but he composed himself, trying to remain calm.

Taking a sip of wine, he finally spoke, his voice tinged with longing. "So, what are your plans when you head home?" Monica shrugged, realizing her life outside of this vacation was rather ordinary, revolving around friends and weekend cooking. "Maybe just work," she casually replied. "Nothing much."

A sigh escaped Andreas, capturing Monica's attention. She sensed a depth of emotion in his words. "Truthfully, I will miss you," he admitted, his words carrying sincerity. "We've had such a great time together, and now life is tearing you away from me. It's a pang in my heart, Monica." Though he playfully tugged at his chest, there was no denying the truth behind his words.

Monica's sheepish smile spread as she took a bite of her chicken, relishing its exquisite flavor. She couldn't help but let out a moan of delight. "Yeah, I'll miss you too," she confessed.

Andreas gazed at her, captivated by her presence. Overwhelmed by his desire, he rose from his seat, silently approaching her. Monica's anticipation fluttered in her eyes. "Andreas?" she whispered. Their lips collided in a passionate embrace, a fiery connection that left them breathless. Andreas' hand possessively cradled the back of her head, while the other claimed its place on her seat. The kiss was a culmination of desire and yearning. When they finally broke apart, Andreas exhaled deeply, intoxicated by the intensity of the moment. "I've been holding back from doing that," he confessed.

At first, Monica was at a loss for words, her heart racing, her legs scrunched together. But soon, a smile graced her lips, and she lowered her head shyly. "Aw, now I'm going to miss you even more!" Andreas chuckled, retreating back to his seat, where he sat, mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful woman before him. "What a shame," he murmured. "We could've been something special."

"Yeah," Monica softly uttered, her mind drifting to a vision of her and Andreas strolling hand in hand along the beach, laughter echoing in the breeze. Meanwhile, he envisioned them out on the balcony, her back arched as he relentlessly fucked her between the legs.

Andreas reluctantly drove Monica back to her hotel, the ride feeling painfully short as he yearned for more time with her. However, the lateness of the hour made it impossible to keep her any longer. When they arrived outside her place, rain began to fall, as if even the weather was jesting at their predicament. Monica chuckled lightly, her words laced with playful irony. "Wow, even the rain is starting to poke fun at us." Andreas joined in her amusement, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Yeah."

As Monica made her way to the door, preparing to slip out of his grasp, she paused, glancing back at him with a small smile. "I will miss you too, Andreas," she declared amidst the sizzling rain.

Ignoring his drenched clothes, Andreas moved forward, closing the distance between them. His hand seized her ass, squeezing with possessiveness as their lips collided in a raunchy kiss. Their tongues twisted together, moans filling the air, suffocating in the lack of oxygen. They separated, both heaving, a string of saliva snapping in between them. Andreas' eyes burned with intensity, his breath heavy like a raging bear.

"We will see each other again," he smirked, a note of certainty in his voice. "Trust me, Monica. This won't be the last time." She swallowed, nodding in agreement, though unsure of how it would happen. Their connection was limited to exchanging numbers, and they hardly knew each other at all.

However, leaning into his embrace, she hugged him warmly. "Oh, I hope so." Andreas held her tightly, fighting the urge to seize her lips once more, as he had pressing matters to attend to. Time was slipping away, and soon Monica would be boarding a plane, bound for home.

Reluctantly, he gently broke away from her, playfully poking her nose. "Don't hope," he teased. "Just wait." With that, he started to retreat, the sadness that once lingered on his face replaced by confidence in his words.

Oblivious to his intentions, Monica watched as Andreas gradually drifted away. With one last wave of her hand, she bid him farewell, her smile radiant. "You have a good night, Andreas!"

He smoothly turned around, his gaze fixed on Monica, maintaining an amiable facade. But as soon as his back faced her, Andreas' smile faded, replaced by a sinister expression. His eyes, once warm and inviting, now darkened with a chilling resolve. This encounter was far from over. He wielded a power that extended beyond their connection, a web of influence entangling everything within his sight.

Sliding back into the confines of his car, the door slammed shut, sealing him in a cocoon of secrecy. With a sense of urgency, Andreas retrieved his phone, his fingers dancing across the screen to dial an anonymous number. His voice, husky and commanding, resonated through the device, carrying an air of dominance.

"This is Andreas," he spoke with an unwavering tone. "I need you to act swiftly, without hesitation. Time is running short, and my patience wears thin."

His determination etched across his face, Andreas cast one final glance at Monica's hotel, a sinister glimmer in his eyes. The world bent to his will, and he commanded the strings of power. Whatever he had set in motion would unfold, leaving Monica entangled in a dangerous game she had yet to unfold.