I, Ache Vol. III

A Christmas Story | Alix

Written by aosfiction

Alix walked quietly back towards her rented cottage in an exclusive resort in Panglao, Bohol. She finished early with her mission and she was looking forward to spending Christmas with her mother. She missed her already, especially now that the older woman was lonely after her father passed away months ago.

Her mother, however, didn't know about her work. Alix found it difficult to describe herself being an infidelity investigator. Her desire to seek understanding about her true roots led her to this job to spy on cheating spouses.

An adopted daughter, she was showered with love and everything that an abandoned child could wish for. Ricardo and Divina Flores were every child's dream parents, and if she would get to choose them on the next lifetime, she definitely would. But at the back of her mind, she always had a feeling of wondering why she was abandoned. During a mission, she found her real parents in Bohol, living in poverty. Discovering them also came with a surprising twist: her twin sister Alicia. They looked so much alike, anyone could mistake one from the other.

"Alicia."

Alix paused from going inside her cottage. She turned to see a broad-shouldered, handsome man with a confident stance. Shit, not you. There was a determined and purposeful look in his deep, piercing brown eyes. The slight curve on his lips told her another matter. Her breath hitched in a familiar anticipation. Nobody looked at her the way he was looking at her, like a predator who finally found his prey. No way, not now, she thought. "Paul."

She tried to run away but Paul was fast enough and caught her. She almost screamed in surprise if not for his hand that instantly covered her mouth. His other arm wrapped around her waist. She felt his hardness rubbing against her lower back. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you, Alicia." There was roughness in his voice but she knew better. He was more concerned than angry at her. Who could blame him? She left without a word.

Alix met Paul in the same resort and mistook her for Alicia. As much as she tried to avoid him, she fell for the man that her twin was about to marry. As if that was not enough, they had sexual trysts in between her missions. She continued to lie about being Alicia because she wanted to be with him.

"I left," she replied, cursing at herself when her response came with a sigh as Paul's lips were now nibbling her lobe. She was not Alicia! Damn, what a mess! This was not supposed to happen again. Alix tried to turn away from him again, because knowing that with just one touch, she would give in. "Look, I have to go. We're through." She feigned disinterest but that wasn't even effective.

Paul pulled her close to him again. "Really?" His hand slipped down to her stomach and further down to the curve of her thighs, only a few inches away from her core hidden beneath her cotton shorts. "I don't believe you," he whispered in her ear as his other free hand went under her shirt, releasing her breasts from the confines of her bra and gently massaged it. "I miss you."

"Paul, stop..." Alix managed to say but surely, her actions said otherwise. She gripped his hair as his lips found the hollow of her neck, nipping and sucking her, while his hips ground against her back. "Someone might see us. S-stop... this isn't right..." She moaned. They should stop! This man didn't know anything about her. She didn't want to deceive him anymore. But no matter how hard she tried to deny it, she has fallen for him. Hard.

She gasped when his hand slipped inside her shorts and found her core. The sensations that only he could bring distracted her.

Paul chuckled and lifted her up. He took her in her room, closing the door with a loud slam. He stopped by the edge of the bed and slowly put her down. "You're lying," he whispered.

For a moment, they stared at each other. Alix feared that he would know the truth about her. But when he gave her a kiss so fierce, she knew that she hasn't blown her cover yet. She closed her eyes. She was not going to see him again, but maybe, she could have at least one last chance, one last taste of what happiness was all about, no matter how forbidden it was. She thought about what her adoptive father said. He told her that the best things in life were worth it when you worked hard for it. She thought she deserved this now. She worked hard to be where she was. Maybe a sweet goodbye would be enough to last her a lifetime...

Drunken with his kisses, she realized that he succeeded in removing all her clothes when he turned her around, putting her on all fours on her bed. He came to a stop behind her, palming her ass with his hands and enjoying the silken feel of them.

"Paul... please..."

He bent down, covering her body partially with his. His lips traced a path down her spine, planting kisses along the smoothness of her back. Alix moaned. She felt the size of his manhood prodding against her, making her dripping wet. Her moans were quickly replaced by loud groans when his fingers slipped inside her. She sunk herself deeper on the bed while her hips rode his questing fingers, moving back and forth against him. Pleasure surged through her body as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. Then, he stopped.

Before she could protest, Paul finally pushed himself inside her. She sucked in a breath and threw her head back as he gave another deep thrust. "Oh, God..." He moaned as he stayed still inside her, filling her so completely. His hand began to rub the swollen nub between her legs, before he started the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Faster, Paul..." Alix breathlessly pleaded him. He complied with such binding force that the bed creaked. "More." She raised her hips higher for deeper access. He moved faster and faster that she thought she would rapture in such pleasure that only he could bring. She arched her back, raising her body to lean against him. His arm was instantly around her and supported her as they moved together.

"Come on, Alix. Let go... I'm almost..." Paul whispered into her ear. "Come, baby..." He palmed her breasts. "Come," he pushed himself harder inside her, thrusting deeper into her.

Alix could not hold it anymore. A few more push and pull and she screamed in utmost pleasure. It felt like exploding into tiny pieces as she shuddered against him. Paul continued his ministrations until he followed with wild abandonment, growling aloud against her ear. She sighed in contentment, feeling his warm juices filling her. She moved against him, wanting this moment to last but at the same time, her spent body felt limp against his arm that was supporting her.

A few minutes later, she dropped herself on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Paul laid himself beside her, spooning her against his body. Common sense came back to Alix at how wrong this all was. When her mission ended, she knew that she could no longer continue with this as well. Her guilt was eating her up. Her adoptive parents did not raise her this way. But tonight happened and she wanted to have him for one last time, before she goes back to being Alix –

Her eyes widened when she remembered the name he called while in the throes of passion. Alix! Paul said her real name!

Her head quickly turned to him and found him smiling. Her mouth open in wide amazement. "You..."

"I've been waiting for you to tell me the truth, Alix."

"Huh?"

"I followed you to Manila. You were different from the Alicia I knew and I became suspicious. I discovered who you are."

"No, Paul, this is not right. Alicia will be hurt. I don't want to hurt her..." She couldn't deny his claim anymore. She tried to pull herself away from him but he didn't let her. Instead, he pulled her closer.

"I broke up with her. I should have, even before you came along. Now that I found you, I'm sure on where should I belong." He kissed her shoulders. "Right here, beside you, Alix."

She turned around to face him. "My life is complicated."

"And?"

She bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying. Did she deserve this?

"Will you come with me to my family's Christmas dinner?" She asked instead.

Paul smiled down at her and kissed her gently on the lips. "Of course," and kissed her again.