Javier's Pov
We finally arrived home, I walked in and went up straight to my room. My head's aching again, I need to take my pain relief tablets. I really need to see Dr. Montes, I need to know why this headache is becoming constant.
I opened the door of my bedroom, but I came to a halt when I saw who was sitting on my bed.
Victoria?
What on earth is she doing in this room? On the bed, dressed in a sexy looking night gown?
I watched as she came down from the bed on seeing me and walked up to me with this silly smile on her face. She stopped right in front of me.
“What are you doing in here Victoria?” I asked, trying to show her how unpleasant it is to see her here.
“Waiting for you to return.” She said, giving me a big smile.
“Victoria, I ask again. What are you doing here, exactly?”
“I remember how I do wait for you everyday to return in my sexy lingerie, and you would peal the clothes off me before I could blink..”
“... Victoria”
“..and the next thing that fills the air is the sound of my voice moaning your name in pleasure, and you would tell me how much you loved me.” She said, seemingly reliving those memories.
Those memories, there was a time I used to cherish them over the years and longed to relive them again. But standing here, presented with the opportunity, I don't seem to want it anymore. Her very presence riles me.
“Why are you suddenly saying all these?”
“We've created so much memories in this room together, Javier. I want you to see that, I want to show you that we can create more beautiful memories too.” She said, pulling off the robe she had on..
“Just stop this madness, Victoria. What we had died the moment you chose to walk out through the front door.” I stated, the thought of her leaving that day had really undone me.
“But your eyes tells me something different.” She pressed further, cupping one side of my face. “It tells me that your heart still beats for me, still wants every bit of me. So why are you hesitating? Is it because of her?”
This Victoria in front of me isn't the Victoria I knew. This Victoria reeks of desperation and something else I can't quite figure.
Or has she truely come to realize how much she loves me now?
“She has nothing to do with this, nobody has anything to do with this. To be honest, the sight of you irks me and I don't think I can spend a day with you, talk more of laying with you.” I noticed the hurt expression that crossed her face for a moment.
She withdrew her hand from my chin and pulled down her clothes, leaving herself stark naked in front of me.
.
“How about now? Does the sight of me still irritates you?” She asked with a seductive smile plastered on her face.What has gotten into her?
“Victoria..”
“.. Victoria!” I got startled by the harsh voice that came from behind. I turned to see Daniella by the door. She walked up to us, glaring at Victoria - if looks could kill. Before I could utter any word, Daniella slapped Victoria hard across the face.
My jaw dropped as I stared at Daniella in complete shock. I looked at Victoria who seemed furious now with her hand to her face. She raises her hand to return the slap, but Daniella held it instead, to her surprise.
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