Sweet Downfall (41 page)

She adjusted her position and draped her leg over his hip, totally opening herself for his explorations.

“Ahh, my angel knows the right moves now,” he said teasingly, running his fingertips around her outer labia, avoiding her tingling inner crevices.

“Touch me!” she demanded.

He chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

His hand made a long swipe down her slit. She wanted to faint with pleasure. Her kitty felt so sensitive, so swollen. He repeated the motion, rubbing his entire palm on her folds, massaging everything at once.

“So fucking soft…so fucking wet…”

“I want this. Inside me. Now!” He was so warm, hard, and silky in her hand, so ready. He groaned as she stroked him, gliding her fist up and down his thick, long shaft faster, following the rhythm of his hand between her legs.

“Angel, you’re a bad, bad girl,” he said gruffly, pumping his hips behind her.

Very sure in the security of his love now, she lost all her inhibitions. “I want you to come inside me now. Take me. Fuck me!”

“Damn, say that again.” He took over and guided his cock to nudge her wet, wet portal. “Say it again.”

“Come inside me. Fill me! Fuck me!”

He surged inside her.

She gasped loudly.

He froze behind her. “Fuck babe, you alright?”

“I’m okay. Ohhh, you’re just so big it’s a shock every time.”

He chuckled. “My big ego loves you. Feel.”

The sensation of him sliding in and out, stretching her sensitive passage was so wickedly delicious she moaned and ground her hips to pleasure herself more with his cock.

He rolled her on her belly and crouched behind her. Then he was grinding against the plumpness of her bottom. “God, you’re so sexy, my angel.”

He pumped harder, faster, the sound of their slapping bodies echoing in the room.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? Not hurting you?”

“No, no, no! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

He lifted her and she was on all fours, receiving his animal thrusts. His fingers were back between her legs, circling, plucking, rubbing her clit as he rammed her harder and harder. The delicious tension went tighter and tighter….and snapped! “Oh God, Jaq!”

Her orgasm ripped through her. She arched against him, crying out his name as she squeezed him, clenching spasmodically around his surging shaft. She couldn’t have cared less if the neighbors heard them. Jaq had totally unleashed the wild beast in her.

She collapsed on her belly, her climax robbing her of strength. She reveled in his frenzied movements behind her as he chased his own pleasure. He hugged her tightly as he shuddered, reaching his own peak, his harsh moans filling her ears.

Moments later, she stretched like a lazy cat, her languid limbs still entwined with her lion.

“I’m hungry,” she finally said.

“Me, too. Come on, let’s make some breakfast.”

Minutes later, they went downstairs together.

They were greeted by a big surprise in the kitchen.

“About time you lovebirds woke up.”

Jaq stared at the beautiful woman standing at the island counter. She was cooking breakfast.

“Mom!” he exclaimed in shock.

His mother raised one elegant brow. “Not happy to see me, darling?”

His mother was in his kitchen, not in London. It was one of the weirdest things he had awoken up to. “What are you doing here, Mom?!”

“What, no huggies first?”

He went to hug her. “Mom!” he exclaimed again, unable to believe his eyes. “When did you arrive? Why didn’t you call me?!”

She just smiled mysteriously. “Surprise!”

“But…who brought you here?”

“Joey fetched me from the airport the other day. She drove me here.”

“The other day! You’ve been back two days and you didn’t bother to call me?”

“Your phone can’t be reached.”

He felt guilty. He was secluded in Alexis’ resort and he had turned his phone off so he could have some real peace and quiet.

“This must be Angie.”

He pulled Angie to his side. “Yes, Mom, this is Angie,” he said, grinning proudly.

His mother’s eyes were shining with a strange light. “You’re more beautiful than I expected, Angie. I’m Debra, Jaq’s mother.”

Angie smiled shyly. “I’m pleased to meet you….uhm, Auntie Debra.”

“Come on, give me a hug, too.”

Jaq watched with mist in his eyes as the women he loved the most in this world hugged each other.

“My, you’re so beautiful, my dear.” Debra said again as she gazed at Angie fondly. “You have your father’s gorgeous eyes!”

Angie looked uncomfortable at the mention of her father.

“Mom…”

The buzzer went off.

“Oh! Go get the door, darling.”

“Who could that be? I’m not expecting anybody.”

“Just get the door, Jaq. Angie, will you help me with breakfast, sweetie?”

“S-sure.”

Jaq passed by the CCTV room and checked the screens
.
He got his second shock this morning.

Manolo Yulo was standing outside the gate of his house! What on earth was happening? Why was the old man here? He seemed alone.

He went down to the gate and hesitantly opened the small door at the side.

Having Manolo Yulo in his territory was strange. He didn’t open the door wide to let the old man in. He just stood there looking at him suspiciously.

Manolo smiled. “Jaq, can we talk?”

Even if he had forgiven him, he had not forgotten what this man did to him in the past. He couldn’t pretend to be cordial, not even for Angie’s sake.

“Jaq! Why don’t you let our guest in?”

The voice of his mother shook him from his momentary trance. He stepped aside and let Manolo in. To his shock again, his mother went down the front steps to welcome Manolo Yulo graciously, her eyes shining with joy. “Come on inside, Manolo.”

He watched in stupefaction as his mother took Manolo’s hand and they entered his house like a couple.

What the fuck was that he just saw? Manolo and his mother holding hands?!

He felt like he was transported to the twilight zone. Everything was just so bizarre this morning. His mother and Manolo? He vigorously shook his head to bring him back to reality. He slammed the gate shut and walked back inside his house.

He caught up with them in the kitchen. Angie was as shocked as he was, her eyes incredulous as she watched the old folks talk like they’d known each other for ages.

“Mother, what is going on?!” he thundered.

Debra was startled and looked at him with all too innocent eyes. “Oh, aren’t we going to eat first?”

Jaq walked towards them, taking Angie’s hand in his, as if to shield her from any possible harm. “You will explain to me what’s going on now, Mom!” he demanded, throwing a wary look at Manolo.

Debra glanced at Manolo. They seemed to communicate with their eyes alone.

“Let’s all sit down in the living room,” Debra finally said and walked out of the kitchen. Manolo followed her.

Jaq glanced at Angie. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

She shook her head.

“Then we’d better find out.”

Jaq held Angie’s hand tightly as they both listened
to the ultimate shocking story that solved all the mysteries of their past tragedies.

He stared in awe as his mother held Manolo’s hand while she spoke. “When Manolo told me everything that happened between you and Angie, I cried. We both cried. We realized that the past, our past was relived by you and Angie.”

Debra looked at Angie. “You see, once upon a time, some thirty years ago, I was a young woman like you, Angie, and I was in love with your father.”

Manolo and Debra exchanged a meaningful look and smiled at each other. Their eyes were both misty with emotion. They took turns telling their story.

“She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and I fell in love. But I was engaged to be married to your mother then, Angie. It was arranged, much like what you and Jordan had. But I knew the moment I saw Debra that I couldn’t marry anyone else but her. I was lucky she felt the same way about me. I was ready to defy my family just to be with her.”

“But our love was tested too soon. Another man saw me and took a liking to me. He was a very powerful man. In those times, even the wealthiest families like the Yulos were subjugated by the reigning government. This man, one of the trusted men of the incumbent president wanted me. And I was only a poor, naive young woman who was trying my luck at modeling. I had no money and no power to say no to a man like that. I begged him to spare me but to no avail. He threatened me that if I didn’t cooperate with his wishes, he will do something bad to my family and Manolo’s family.”

Manolo looked at Debra, his eyes full of regret. “I didn’t know about this. She kept it all from me. I thought she just left me because she found someone new. It drove me over the edge. We vowed to be together no matter what. I was willing to be stripped of my inheritance for her…but she left me. She told me she got tired of me and she wanted out. And she left me just like that. I hated her. I hated her so much for betraying our love, for making me believe that she loved me.”

Manolo’s words tumbled through Jaq’s mind like his very own. They all sounded so familiar.

“After two months or so, he got tired of me. He finally let me go. He warned me not to talk about what happened to anybody. I was very scared for my life and for my loved ones. That man was like a god. He had an army who would do his bidding at the flick of a finger, but his public reputation was clean and decent. I was helpless against that kind of power. So, I swore never ever to talk about what happened to me to anybody. I found out later that I was pregnant. And then I found out that Manolo got married. I was so devastated I wanted to die, but I didn’t want my unborn child to die with me. Even if I was mentally and emotionally suffering in those days, I went on with my life. I had to. I had a child to raise.”

Jaq had never loved his mother more.

“Yes, that man gave you life, Jaq. I hated him with every breath that I took but he gave me you and for that alone, I only half-hated what happened to me. Because I love you so much, darling, and no matter how you were conceived, you mean the world to me,” Debra’s tears fell. “Always.”

“Mom…”

“I had to marry you mother, Angie. I didn’t have any more reason to back off from the wedding. I willingly became my family’s pawn to form an alliance with another family, so that we our clan will become stronger. Carmella was a good woman. I have learned to love her through the years and taught myself to be content with her. However, deep in my heart, my hatred for Debra remained alive and strong. But when you and your siblings were born, I learned to let go. I thought I had truly buried the past for good. But Jaq suddenly entered our lives reminding me of his mother’s betrayal and I was sucked into the past all over again. I just couldn’t accept that my precious daughter fell in love with the son of the woman I hated. When you ran away with Jaq, I totally lost it. All I could dwell on was my pain and bitterness, the insult to my dignity happening twice. I wanted to avenge myself. I wanted Debra to feel the suffering she had caused me by hurting her son. I was blinded by it all.”

“Dad…”

“I love my children. Each of them is special. You are my angel, Angelina. All I ever wanted was the best for you, sweetheart
,
but confronted by the unfinished business of my past, I became deaf to your feelings. I simply refused to feel what you were feeling. I became stone-cold, numb of anything else but my own thirst for revenge.”

Jaq’s throat was so clogged he had difficulty breathing when Manolo looked at him.

“And so I duped my own daughter into signing a document that would put you away for good, Jaq. She trustingly signed that document. And I made her promise to marry another man in exchange for your freedom. Angelina never betrayed you, Jaq. Like what Debra did, she sacrificed so much so that you will live freely and safely.”

Jaq gripped Angie’s hand. His own tears fell.

“When I learned that you have been involved with Manolo’s son, I knew you were in big trouble, Jaq. I knew that Manolo would want to hurt you to get to me, so I did the last thing I would have done. I went to you father. Many years have passed and he has become a very, very powerful man in his own right. But the years have made him a compassionate man, too. When he learned about you, he wanted you. He has no son of his own. He was the one who saved you from prison.”

“When I learned that the fiscal junked the case and you were freed, I was so furious I had a heart attack. But Angelina took care of me. She never left my side. She chose me over you, Jaq, and it pacified me somehow. It made me realize that my family was more important to me than a very old grudge. That experience has united my family more over the years, especially after the death of my wife, Marcella. When the video came out...I felt like it was happening all over again. But this time, I thought it was you who wanted to mess with my family, Jaq. But I was wrong in my judgment again. God, why am I such a poor judge of character?” He shook his head ruefully. “I cannot believe the tragedies that happened to both our families because of me. How can I ever make up?”