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PG 16 below. Reader's discretion is advised. I'll add *** before and after the scene.

Adrian's POV

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I decided to visit Natalia, knowing that if I didn't, I would either spend my day chatting with Kara and distracting her from having her alone time with Stephano or spend it waiting for Diego to get back from work. And I didn't want to wait hands and foot on Diego even though we'd taken a step further into our relationship.

The memory of our intimate time from days ago slid into my mind and I groaned, getting up from the bed to occupy myself with something so I wouldn't think about it.

My cheeks colored in embarrassment at how I'd acted afterwards, sobbing like a kid after such an intense moment.

I tugged at my upper lip and paused, frowning.

Well, I'd felt overwhelmed that evening. Everything had happened so fast and I hadn't wanted to keep coming off as cheap with the way I'd been throwing myself at Diego after he'd so bluntly ignored my subtle hints.

Though I would admit I'd been really shameless. I was never like that with Lucas. But at the same time, Lucas always gave it to me wherever he wanted it and he was also always in the mood. Like he wants to get down when we go get some clothes at the mall, when I'm in the toilet just trying to pee sometimes, when he's on a break from work and when we're at the beach...

Everywhere. Lucas pretty much painted his beach house with memories of us doing it in every corner!

Maybe I could recreate similar memories with my boyfriend now...I hope he wouldn't mind.

"Adrian?"

I shook my head and tucked those thoughts at the back of my mind. I would think about them later.

"Adrian?" Natalia called again.

"Yeah, I'm coming Natalia."

I went down to meet her at the passage just as she was heading down as well and sauntering back into the kitchen. Then I shook my head. This woman was always in the kitchen doing one thing or the other. Even I knew that her room was her second space and the kitchen was her first.

"This woman is always in the damn kitchen." I muttered.

She gave me a look. "Want to say that louder?"

"I said you're always in the damn kitchen. Natalia." I stressed her name.

"I've told you to call me mom. Are you still feeling shy?" She stated in a teasing tone, eyeing me.

"Haha of course not. You know I'm just used to calling you Natalia." I shrugged.

Her teasing look was still there but she changed the subject. "Fine. Anyway, what do you say about having curry and tumeric pasta sauce with chicken-"

"Oh Natalia! You'll make me all big and round with your delicious and rich meals anytime soon and then I'll have to waddle my way around."

She snickered. "You? Waddle your way around? I'm sure you won't do that seeing as you're always this skinny regardless of whatever you eat. But not to worry, Diego will take full responsibility if that happens."

My cheeks inflamed as I looked away again.

Natalia's left brow arched. "Oh you think I don't know? You're like a daughter to me and I see the changes in you. And I also know who has been causing those changes, Adrian. Especially this glow that's been all over you since the past few days. The-"

"Curry and chicken is fine. I love it. The smell of tumeric is so divine and I'm craving it badly right now. Also I've missed your cooking, so I can't wait to have a taste!" I rambled to cut her off and made myself busy around the kitchen, checking through the counters.

Thankfully, Natalia didn't bring it up anymore but I could tell her gaze was constantly following me around as she smilingly taught me how to prepare the meal.

Two hours later, I left her in the garden where she'd gone to relax and get some fresh air.

I went up and took a shower, feeling sticky. How did Natalia survive all these years while basically living in the kitchen, with all the heat and obvious stickiness?

For someone who was very conscious about hygiene, she sure did a lot of stressful things.

Well, to her cooking didn't come off as stress. She was more than happy to do it. Still, that was something I would probably never understand.

After washing up, I went online and checked my blog.

Apart from my fashion house, which I was still working on at the moment, I also ran an online fashion and relationship blog and I'd started investing more of my time in since my graduation.

My last post had surprisingly gathered so much comments and reads. I could guess why. The article had been based on the story of a girl who recently had a fallout with her best friend.

It happened that her best friend had once been in love with her boyfriend. When the said girl discovered her best friend has a past with her current boyfriend, she didn't take it well and accused the man, breaking up with him.

Two months later, she decided to give him a second chance and wanted to mend things with her best friend as well. So, going to her best friend's place to seek advise on how she'd crawl her way back to her boyfriend, the girl was shocked to find her boyfriend at the best friend's house.

Now the controversy lies in the fact that the girl is pained and feels cheated. She doesn't know what transpired between her friend and boyfriend during the time they had their fallout and feels cheated since they didn't carry her along.

Some argue that her best friend was a two faced lady from the beginning, some people point out the fact that the lady never even gave the best friend and boyfriend the chance to explain what their meeting for that day was all about, there by calling her insecure since she never even asked for explanation from either party before falling out with them.

One comment stood out, and I found it brilliant that the man who made the comment could point it out that we should look at things from the lady's perspective. Yes, she was insecure but maybe her man gave her reasons to be. And why did her best friend think the fact that she once dated the boyfriend of someone she considered a boyfriend didn't deserve to ever be mentioned, regardless of however long they might've been together? Did that mean the friend still had feelings for him all along?

I pondered over it myself, and gave some replies. This Ryan Jones replied my response to his comment immediately, telling me how he enjoyed reading the story and he was happy this kind of issue was brought up because he'd gone through something similar.

Sighing in contentment, I went on Quora to read some of the articles, most especially those on relationships.

Then I checked my fashion blog and updated it with an article before closing it up.

Feeling a little bored, I decided to video call Kara. She picked after two rings.

"Hey babe."

Kara was in bed, with Stephano sleeping calmly beside her. She yawned and got up. "Hey girl. What's up?"

"You guys sure sleep a lot."

"Yeah. We had lots of things to do and time just flew so fast. How are you? How's Diego and mama?"

"They're good. I just...miss you a bit. Let me see the ring." I jumped giddily. I didn't get the time to see it when we last chatted because she was out swimming and had decided to leave it at their hotel.

"Aww." She flashed her fingers and chuckled. "You're at the mansion right? We're heading there immediately we arrive. His parents have asked him to come over after they saw the proposal video...but I have lots to tell you so we'll see first."

I sighed in contentment, feeling very happy for my best friend. My gaze somehow drifted to my hand and I sighed again. Hopefully one day I would also get engaged to my soul mate and then we'd get married and live as one happy couple.

Diego's smiling face popped in my mind and I smiled at my thoughts. He was a good man, at least all his intentions towards me so far had been sincere.

"Did you even hear what I said?"

I blinked. "What? What did you say?"

Kara called Stephano and shouted something at him and I realized she'd left her spot and went to the balcony.

"Ugh. Forget it. But what's with that dreamy look in your eyes? Wait..." She gasped. "You're with someone. Don't even shake your head right now Adrian or I swear it on everything I own that I will hunt you down and get the truth out of you! Who's the lucky guy?"

I shook my head and chewed on the inside of my mouth.

"Don't give me that. You know what? I won't ask this again. Wait, is it my brother? Did you guys make it official? You've been dry humping each other in every corner of that house." She squinted suspiciously.

I already knew she would mention him, so I prepared myself by giving her a blank stare so I wouldn't give away any reaction.

She frowned. "Then who could it be? I don't actually trust you with any other guy apart from my brother." She pouted.

"What kind of biased way of thinking is that?" I frowned.

"Well, I believe you'll be too much for them to handle." She voiced out her biased thoughts and I burst out into a fit of giggles.

If only she knew how well Diego was handling me, especially in bed...she wouldn't even worry a bit about any man I wanted to date. 

"Well, why don't you tell me about how well Stephano is handling you? What areas and how efficient has his handling been? Is he the daddy type in-"

"Stop!" She was giggling while shyly covering her face, the said face appearing as red as a beetroot.

I kept teasing her after that, to divert the topic from myself and my ever oblivious friend just flowed with it. And maybe she was saving the interrogations for later.

We spoke for almost an hour, casually conversing about so many things including Rachael and her pregnancy and then we finally ended the call.

I dozed off in the spot I sat and dreamt of Diego in a white suit, waiting on the altar and smiling down at me as I walked down the isle.

I was woken by kisses on my face.

"Baby." I groaned and groggily opened my eyes.

I realized I'd slept in my bed, and a shirtless Diego was currently on top of me. Both legs were beside me as he loomed over me, grey eyes intently observing me.

"You slept for so long. Mom said you haven't had anything to eat. I've been here for over an hour."

"Oh." I gasped. I totally forgot about Natalia's meal. I made to get up but Diego gently pushed me back down by the shoulders. 

"How can you skip meals Adriana? Do you want to get skinny?"

"Is there anything wrong in being skinny?" I frowned.

He rolled his eyes. "That's not even the point. I prefer your ass fat and round so I can grab it whenever I want but there's nothing wrong with being skinny. Just don't skip meals." He took my upper lip between his and gave me a punishing kiss which I loved every bit of. Then he pulled away but I still caught the smoldering heat in his eyes.

"Okay. I had lots to deal with and just somehow forgot. I'll go down now. Get off me." I ordered. He chuckled and kissed me some more before getting off. "Also try and wear some tank top or something. It's not fair." I grumbled like a child and went to stand before the dressing mirror.

"We could make it fair. We could both get topless." He murmured behind me as I tied my hair into a messy bun. He snaked an arm around my torso and reached the other hand to cup a breast.

I held my breath, staring at him through the mirror.

His warm hand gently squeezed my right breast. "Diegooo..." I moaned and arched my breast into his palm, pressing my butt into him.

"What baby? What do you want? Should I stop?" He groaned huskily.

"Stoppp, ahn please don't." I moaned, tugging tightly on my lower lip while he played with my nipple.

"We shouldn't be too loud. Mom might hear us." He pulled away but I pressed my back into him, sending him a glance of protest.

"I'll be quiet. I promise." My hand reached out to clumsily caress him from his pants and I moaned softly. He was already hard and the dick shape was proudly outlining his pants.

He cursed under his breath and turned me around. In the next second, his lips were on mine and his hands were all over me like I would disappear.

His kisses burned my lips and soothed my insides. My whole body was on fire as he took and took, and I just kept giving him more and more.

He palmed my mound and squeezed gently, making my eyes widen as a switch got turned in me.

"Diego..." I moaned when he chuckled and took his hand off.

"Fottuto inferno. When you say my name that way, it drives me crazy." He stated huskily, giving me chance to breathe for only a few seconds before dominating the kiss again.

"When did you start speaking Italian?" I groaned.

"Are you impressed? I heard girls love it. Is of working on you?"

"Yes..." I moaned into his mouth, enjoying the way his hands were playing their sweet tunes on my body, especially the way he kept grabbing my butt cheeks. It felt so sexy to me and so dominating, and that just drove me out of my mind.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you sound?"

"Yes." I panted against his lips, grabbing his head so he would kiss me properly. When we pulled apart, I bit my upper lip and randomly played with his nipple, enjoying the way his eyes quickly zoned on the spot.

He chuckled. "Good, because it turns me the fuck on every time. Bend over."

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"Bend over."

Those two words. I never knew I could love them as much as I currently did.

He didn't have to tell me twice. Since the spot we were standing was close to the door, he stretched his hand and bolted it, flicking the keys. Then he had his length lined up at my entrance while he kept showering me with praises.

With my pants and pantie already pulled down, I felt his finger caressing my folds.

He hissed. "You're so wet and ready for me. Well here I come."

In one swift moment, he drove into me and I groaned, moaning out his name.

He maintained a steady pace, driving hard and fast into me.

"Look up baby. I want you to look into my eyes through the mirror." He hissed behind me.

I groaned and looked up, biting my lips and arching my back properly so I could trace my hand over his torso.

His thrusts were powerful and fast. He pulled at my ponytail and drove even harder into me. The look on his face as he kept staring at me...I would forever remember that expression.

I wanted him to keep looking that way whenever we were making love. It meant I was pushing the right buttons.

He pulled back again and gave me slow, tortuous thrusts before suddenly slamming in hard and fast. His thumb caressed my clit and he pulled my hair to arch my back into the perfect position. The pain came but it was instantly numbed by the pleasure that followed.

"There. Just where I want you." He grabbed my jiggling breasts with his other hand, squeezing them and hissing.

"Oh baby!" I gasped, feeling so full and that drove me over the edge. He was too fast and too actively engaged inside me. I knew it wouldn't last as he kept hitting it hard. I groaned loudly as I came all over his thickness, which was still gliding with so much vigor inside me.

My eyes clouded over and I felt my walls clamping down hard on him. Then his face contorted and he was filling the rubber, shuddering and moaning ever so softly. Cussing and telling me how much he loved me.

The sight made me shudder in delight and we stood in that position for a while, with me resting on the dressing mirror locker, my head bent for me to catch my breath and gather my wits together.

"That was..." I breathed, trying to catch my breath.

"Was what?" Diego chuckled behind me and pulled me so I was properly resting on him. His arms went around my waist and I made a funny face, which he chuckled at. I was standing on my tippy ties, just to keep him inside me. My nether lips were still holding onto him in a fierce like grip.

"It was good."

"Not good baby, it was excellent. You did so well. Thanks." He pecked my hair and I sighed sadly as he slid out of me. Disposing the rubber, he cleaned himself up and I took some wipes to do the same. "No, let me." He softly told me. Instead of rejecting his offer, I just gave him the wipe and watched him clean me.

He was so concentrated as he cleaned me up. The sight made me realize how much I loved this man.

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"Diego?"

"Yes?" He disposed the wipes and I followed him to the bathroom where he washed his hands.

"I'm in love with you."

His eyes widened. "

"Come again?"

"I'm in love with you Diego. Fuck, I'm in love with you."

"Because we made love?" He frowned, walking back to the room with me close behind him. "I know you tell me you love me all the time but you never said you're in love with me."

"No." I shook my head. "I love you because it's you. Diego David Matthews. And every time I close my eyes and try to imagine the people I love or just dream of having a good life with, your face is always the first to pop up. Your smile, the crazy goofy faces you make when I'm mad at you, your loving and caring nature, your overprotective self. Everything. I'm truly in love with you Diego. I know you confessed your feelings for me so long ago and this is mine baby. You're it for me."

He smiled and pulled me into him. "Took you this long huh?" He murmured, eyeing my lips.

I slapped his shoulder gently and he laughed, hugging me.

"You know I love you too. I've always been in love with you, it has always been natural. Now put on your panty and pants before I bend you over one more time. It seems this dressing table isn't strong enough for sexual activities." He frowned in a way I found cute.

"Diego! It's a dressing table not a sex support prop. Now get-"

"Are you both done in there?" Natalia's voice cut me off. "Except you're making me more buns than I believe you've already baked in the oven, I advise you to come down right now. Your food is cold already Adriana. So much for me worrying when all you needed was my son. Children of nowadays can do it wherever, regardless of company..." She trailed off and it was obvious she was now out of hearing range.

I exchanged a horrific look with Diego, who groaned before putting on a plain tee quickly.

"I'll go down now baby. I can't believe she...fuck." He groaned some more and pecked me. Then he went out to join her.

I just stood rooted in my spot, staring into nothingness.

My boyfriend's mom just heard us having sex.

I would never live that one down!

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Natalia is so 😈 but I think most parents would've been horrified to hear their child having sex. Or am I alone on this one? 😫😫