A/N: Yay! I finally figured out the plot I wanted to do! And now I can finally, finally, FINALLY FINISH THIS. And without further ado, here's chapter three.
—
It has been a year, three months, and two days since I accepted that job offer in Manila.
It has been a year, three months, and two days since I last saw her in the flesh.
It has been a year, three months, and two days since I told her I'm in love with her.
It has been a year, three months, and sixteen days since my brother proposed to the love of my life.
It has been a year, three months, and two days since she told me she can't love me, she doesn't want to love me.
It has been a year, three months, and twenty-four days since the last time I made love to her. And I don't regret anything. I hope she didn't too.
—
Chard finished loading the trunk with Maine's suitcases and quickly rushed to the driver seat so they could get out of there.
When he was finally settled in the driver's seat, he finds Maine curled up in the passenger seat, already sound asleep.
He takes advantage of this time to stare at her sleeping form. He noticed that her hair wasn't in a bun anymore. Instead, her light brown hair cascades down her chest, making her look even more enthralling than he had hoped. He shook his head. He was expecting a chubby woman who would pester him the whole car ride back to his house, but he got more than what he bargained for.
He doesn't know if he's happy or irritated.
An hour ago you didn't want to pick her up. You DREADED picking her up. And now you're acting like a love sick puppy. Get a fucking grip.
He started the car and began to drive away before his thoughts could go elsewhere.
As soon as they reached their house in Santa Rosa, Chard spotted Alden's black Porsche parked, a sign that he was already home.
Chard lightly shook Maine's arm to wake her up. "Maine, we're here."
Maine, disoriented and feeling groggy, jolted awake and gasped when she saw Chard's face a mere inches away from hers.
"Okay." Was all Maine could mutter, clearly in a trance of her own.
"Alden is here." She hears him say. He finally lets go of his gaze and opens his car door to step out.
Maine looked at their house and was taken aback when memories suddenly flood her. She lets a tear escape her eye as she reminisced the times the Faulkersons were always so nice and accommodating to her and her family back when they had absolutely nothing.
The Faulkersons came from a background of riches and gold. They owned twelve resorts and many, many, many chains of restaurants nationwide.
Still, the Faulkersons remain grounded and a God-fearing family.
Maine finally got out of the car and quickly scanned the perimeters for any signs of Alden. To say that she was excited was an understatement. She hears a door open and there was a man who looked exactly like Chard but with a more inviting aura to him. His smile was wide and welcoming.
She heaves a sigh of relief and comes running to him with a wide smile.
—
He gently laid her down on his bed and hovered on top of her lithe body. He knew he can't have her. But he wanted to own her, somehow. And without preamble, he thrusted his huge shaft into her while he latches on her nipple, tasting her, savoring her. He didn't want to stop. He wanted her. He loved her. He needed her all to himself. She was squirming and moaning and groaning in pleasure and it was music to his ears. He fucked her faster and harder until they reached their peaks. All he wanted was for her to be happy. He wanted her happy with him.
"I'm going to die if I lose you." He whispers as he settles himself in the empty space right next to her. "Choose me. Love me instead."
Instead of answering, she kisses and straddles him, effectively shutting him up.
