In the name of success

Chapter 4: There might still be hope

It was almost morning when I stumbled in sky-high heels into the elevator. Anong outdid herself – her make-up and short bright pink dress that barely covered my behind looked amazing on me. For the first time I could say for myself that I was hot, really hot, I couldn’t believe that the woman in elevator mirror was me.

For a few moment I was just standing in front of the doors to Sen’s apartment. My body was shaking as I was really nervous. Will he be there? What will he do? What excuse will he have? And manly, can “us” be fixed?

I unlocked the doors and instantly saw him sitting on the couch, his head between his legs, he was a mess. He instinctively jumped up, his eyes were bloody red, but his tensed face relaxed. We were just looking at each other. But then he immediately crossed the distance between us with two huge steps and squeezed me to his chest, he held me so hard I could barely breath. And he was crying. My hands automatically wrapped around his back. I wanted to make this better, I didn’t want to hurt him! He might cheated on me, but I couldn’t help myself, I still loved him. And his warm, tight embrace made me love him even more.

Through long, painful moments his sobbing slowly stopped and his embrace also loosened. I gently pushed him away so that I could see his face. He kept his eyes shut, his head was falling heavy towards his chest. I gently kissed his eyes to dry the tears and then he leaned back onto my shoulder.

“Mirela,” his voice was almost soundless, “I was so worried, so worried for you, I thought I lost you!”

His hand brushed my hair, he was never before so gentle and strong all at once. At that moment I didn’t care for what might have happened between him and that woman. It did hurt, but it didn’t matter – if that makes any sense.

“Are you ok? Please tell me Mirela, don’t hide anything from me anymore, what is wrong, I know something is wrong, tell me, I’ll fix it” he sounded more demanding, but desperate at the same time.

He embraced my face with both his hands and looked straight into my eyes. That was when I broke, when I couldn’t stop tears from flowing down my cheeks.

“You didn’t come home and I went to your office. I saw you, I saw you with another woman-“

“Oh, baby-“

“She was touching you and you were laughing and you were having great time with her while I was alone at home, waiting for you-“

“No, no, no, it was nothing like that-“

“Are you cheating on me Senon?”

“It is nothing like that Mirela, I love you, you only!“

His lips attacked mine as if he was holding back with all our previous kisses. He surprised me at first, but soon I reciprocated. I wanted to fix us, fix us the only way I knew to do it – with feeling him close. While still kissing I started slowly to unbutton his shirt. He tensed, but this time didn’t stop me. Even more, after I finished with unbuttoning he removed his shirt himself. For the first time I felt his chest hairs under my fingers. I pushed him closer to me, so I could finally feel his bare skin on mine. His kisses and breathing were getting more and more intense.

The next moment I felt his hand grabbing one of my butt cheeks. He roughly lifted my dress above my butt, almost tearing it apart. In a second both his hands were on my butt and he lifted me into his embrace. My legs wrapped around him, my hands in his hair, whole my body started tingling in anticipation. He carried me into the bedroom, never stopping with kisses, and threw me on the bed. He was soon with his legs between mine, hovering over me, undoing my dress, while biting my neck, and me undoing his pants. I really wanted him…