Christina
Every day I realize there is a fight with destiny. Today when I look back in my life, I see nothing but ashes of regret.
The reality is there has not been a single day that I haven't thought about my husband during the last fifteen years.
Adrian, you are the moon of the skies that descended down for me like an eternal bliss. You are the inspiration in my soul holding the power with which I live today. You made me understand that predicament in a life is transitory...like a needle approaching; pricking the heart like a thorn yet disappearing like a fog of snow.
Like the seven colours of the rainbow you elate me with joy by caressing me. You delight me by embracing me but in no time drift away from me. I want to hold you dearly in my arms yet you flare me in hurls of sorrow.
You are the only man on earth who has got the strength to transpire me, gleam like a flash of lighting, and drench me with a flood of sorrow.
You enchanted me with your magic to face bravely the hurdles of life. Every time I think of you, you give me the solidity to face the hurdles and rever me in a hug. I believe there is brightness at the end of the tunnel. Please come back to me and never leave me again for I'm the flower with no beauty in it without your fragrance.
Present
The weather in New York was rainy and cold. It was one of the coldest days of the year. I finished my work and drove home immediately craving for a warm mug of coffee.
As I stepped into the kitchen I came to an abrupt halt. It wasn’t Ria who was sitting in one of the pretty patchwork-cushioned chairs but Adrian who was talking to our purring cat. Shelton had removed herself from her customary bed, climbed onto Adrian's knee. Gently dislodging our cat, he stood up, watching me unsmiling.
Hugging my bag as fiercely as I can to my body like it was my lifeline, I demanded him furiously, "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"
"I had my ways." He told me quietly and then added in a voice that was markedly calm in contrast to my shocked fury. "We need to talk."
Standing up to his full height here in my kitchen, with his hands in his pant pockets, as hunky and striking he had been sixteen years ago, he was standing less than three feet away from me. He seemed much taller than I felt him the last time we were together. My assumptions were baseless, I know. How can a man of twenty seven grow taller than he was? It irked me that he should appear so calm and comfortable at home, in my own house whilst I felt so on edge and caught off guard by his presence.
But then he would have done that deliberately, knowing that I wouldn’t be expecting him, knowing that my shock would give him the edge over me…the advantage. There were two ways I could deal with this. Either passively, by refusing to say or do anything and simply walking away from him, or with aggression, by letting him know that there was nothing, nothing he could say or do that could ever change my feelings or my determination to keep him out of our lives. Passivity had never been my strong suit. I preferred action.
"Yes! We need to talk." I faced him strong and bold like I had always been in dealing my stem winding life. "To what do I owe your presence in my house?" I ask him trying my best to restrain my trembling voice though every cell in my body screams to run into his arms and hug him tight.
Adrian was dressed in faded jeans and soft checked shirt that looked explicitly attractive on his lean, hard muscled body. It was ridiculous that a man of his age should still have such a formidably male, hot looking body. His stomach was flat, taut and muscular. I hastily looked away from him. What on earth was the matter with me? Men’s backsides and front, taut and muscular or not, were of no interest whatsoever to me.
"Ria invited me here." He spoke to me softly coming closer by one step and my heart rate fled. I could now smell his manly scent of musk and hue which never failed to send my existence to a chaos. "You’ve spoken to her?" I interrupted him swiftly. "Yes, she and Liam came to talk to me two days ago. We had a long discussion, cleared up certain misconceptions…"
"What misconceptions?" I demanded him in a cold, warning sensation gripping the corner of the dining table unpleasantly. "Misconceptions such as the fact that I have supposedly spent the last fifteen years refusing to meet my daughter not because I don't love her but because her mother wanted me away from her... from their life. That I die a thousand deaths everyday with guilt of the mistake I once committed and suffer the pain of not having my family with me for the last fifteen years.
"You’re lying." I told him fiercely. "You’re just saying that now because…" I cut the distance between us looking at him in the eye. "Because what?" He invited me holding my arms firm in his hold. Words fell out of my control as I began to vacillate. "I wanted to give you a comfortable life even in my absence, Chris. You need not run like this." He points to my cracked heels "pillar to post to make money, to earn a living for yourself and Ria. But you were always a tough but to crack always prideful and self determined."
"I would rather die than accept an allowance from you…I didn’t want your money. I wanted you, solely and completely only for me. Why, did I ask anything unjustified?" I stormed, infuriated by his apparent inability to understand my self worth, even after all these years. He grinds his teeth and steps closer to me, my chest brushing his stomach. "Well, you have me solely and completely for you, not from today not from yesterday but for the last fifteen years. I stayed celibate, did not even look at another woman but craved only for you. If your punishment is over upon me, can we start a family now?"
Adrian secured me against his body with one arm and then slid his free hand along my jaw and into my hair. Tilting my face up towards his own, not giving me time to renew my verbal assault on him, he lowered his head and covered my half-open mouth with his own. My body softens immediately against his and I hated myself for the erupting tactile sensation.
Why did my lips cling almost beseechingly to his? Why did my heart start to pound in frantic excitement at the familiar delicate stroke of his tongue against my lips? Why? Why was I pressing myself closer and closer to him, straining, aching and yearning for the feel of his skin against my own?
I could hear someone moaning softly as Adrian’s tongue stroked rhythmically in and out of my mouth. His hand slid down my back to press my hips into his body, and as the movement of his pelvis imitated the sensual thrust of his tongue my body melted, yielded to the sensual mastery of his. I was trembling from head to foot, unable to control my reactions to him, and recognised in shock that the moaning I could hear was of my own. Adrian’s hand moved up my body, gently stroking the outside of my breast. Once that he had assessed my bodily desires, he wanted to touch me more intimately.
My clothes were gone as he stroked and caressed my breasts, to suckle gently on their small pink tips until I twisted frantically beneath his hands and breathlessly begged him for more. I could feel the flat pad of his thumb rubbing against my bud, and experience the instant aching response for him. "Come for me baby." Adrian muttered sucking my breasts. "I want more." I moaned and removed his pants frantically. It was a unique voluptuous emotion building between us. "Baby you are my breath I cannot live without you. Please accept me back in your life." He pleaded and this time I couldn't deny him. He suffered enough for his past actions.
After few hours of repeated orgasms and mind blowing sex I started preparing dinner for us when there rattling of the entrance knob. "Daddy you are home?" Ria squeals and runs into the arms of her father. Liam walks behind Ria. "How are you mom?" He asks in fondness and kisses both my cheeks after hugging me.
This is my family complete and happy after many long years of sequestration.