Antonio

The day after the reception was the worst. The hangover and the ringing in my ear weren't as bad as the sight in front of me. A naked woman. 

Her body was bruised - bite marks over her tan skin. Her dress was torn, and so was the undergarment, laying on the floor.

Like the cold seeping through the cracks from the window, the memories from last night seeped in. 

After Agustin told me about his fondness for Valentina, I set my plan in motion. Maria had been hounding me for a grandchild and I delayed it for as long as possible.

The woman with whom I wanted to birth and rear a child was long gone. The only thing that remained of Elena was her memories - the knowledge that she was with our child.

The requirement to have a male heir was to show our allies that their ruler was well equipped to handle business, both inside and outside the house. My brothers were incompetent on matters about women.

Alejandro wasn't into the idea of dating a woman, let alone marry one. He had the temper to kill a girl if she so much as raised her voice at him. That lone wolf wasn't marriage material, let alone a father. 

According to Maria, Agustin still had a lot of learning to do about the Syndicate before having kids of his own.

From what I saw, Agustin was all grown up, wanting to sleep with the new bride. Valentina was the type of woman Agustin usually preferred, although the woman he truly cared about was quite the opposite of it.

"Good morning..." The woman next to me stirred, slowly blinking her way into the reality of the morning. "Last night was fun."

She smiled, gradually drawing the sheets over her bare self. I didn't have much recollection of the time since yesterday but needless to say, a lot of alcohol was involved. Enough for me to make all the wrong decisions.

The woman moved off the bed, capturing my attention. Inches after another, she slid the crème- colored sheet off her body. Her warm brown eyes invited me and I took rather gladly. 

No man could say no to a naked woman. I wasn't made of stone either.

Tossing her on the bed, I bucked my knees near her, taking a better view of the spread siren. Sure, I didn't recollect the night that was yesterday but I would be a damn idiot if I let this opportunity pass too.

Without wasting a second more, I thrust my hoisted member inside her rear. 

Her moans - loud and grunting - were music to my ears. Bunching her hair in my fist, I tamed the wild mare that was her body. With every thrust, she gargled saliva.

"Yessss..." She groaned. "Antonio... Yesss..."

With every spank over her round bottom, she whimpered, clutching the bed covers into a bunch. The symphony of her grunting moans, of howling pleases and yesses were my accomplishment. She banged her hands on the bed like tapping out with pleasure.

"Godd... Yes..."

"Take it." My knees trembled at the finish line. 

My eyes felt black sparks and every nerve frizzled like fireworks going inside me. Bending into the sheets, her muffled voice thanked me, grinding over me for another round. Her raspy voice whispered something but my burning lungs and blurry vision needed a break. 

Water, perhaps.

My thoughts drifting off into how I would handle the cartel work once my father retired. It was a heavy responsibility that loomed over me. Heavier, with nobody to share the burden.

"Antonio," the woman's airy words blew across my face as she turned around, stroking my member for a newer game. "You liked it?"

I nodded, tapping the side of her arm. "You did good."

It wasn't meant as an insult but neither to be assumed as a compliment either. Yet, the woman smiled, digging her teeth into her bottom lip.

"Then you'll love this." 

She plunged my member into her mouth. A pop - like she was playing with a toy every time she reached till the tip - made me close my eyes. I thrust her harder, deeper. She choked.

"Anto..ni..."

Something ruffled outside my bedroom door. 

My senses heightened. My feet fired up. I haphazardly wrapped a robe over me before plucking my gun off its secure location. I slid the door open at a snail's pace, walking out.

I witnessed a shadow of someone in the corner of the hall. 

My throat thickened. 

The new bride was inside, ruffling through her stuff.

When did she come in?

She was left the room last night after I went to have drinks with my brothers and came back with a stranger. I assumed she must have gone with someone too.

I was too drunk to care.

The moans that emerged from my suit were loud, quite clear even for someone standing in the hallway. I was sure Valentina heard it.

Dragging a long deep breath, I placed the gun behind the bar and braced for impact. 

A one-day-old marriage of ours already bore the sin of adultery. Maria talked about every time she read the bible, of how a respectful husband should be. I was far from it. I sinned to sleep with a married stranger who hid her diamond ring just like I did my platinum wedding band. 

What Maria's bible lessons didn't convey was the aftermath. What happened if one got caught?

Drama, for sure.

I knew tears and compliant were flooding inside Valentina's chest, ready to burst open. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

Valentina didn't answer. 

Instead, she kept searching for something underneath the couch. I could feel that she was pissed. Although I hardly cared, I didn't want my mistakes to screw up Agustin's plans. 

He really liked her and I knew Valentina could have a happy life with him.

I walked further ahead, towering over her bent body. 

She was still in her white body-hugging wedding gown that Maria wasn't tired of describing since the day she purchased it. That, and the five other gowns Maria bought with the assumption that the new bride would want to change the gown for every gathering we had.

Leaning over, I checked on what Valentina was desperately searched for.

"Dammit, I've asked you something." My voice emerged stern. Not having to put up with a woman for more than a night, I had forgotten the manners and etiquettes to be patient with one. "Answer me!"

Val turned around and stood up. I noticed every tiny detail of her face. 

Agustin called her tinted skinned beauty. He wasn't lying. She was tan in the perfect way. Crème Brulee. Her olive-green eyes peered at me and her jaws tightened, emphasizing her picturesque features. Her narrow nose was red, like she had rubbed it over and over something hard.

Holding a heel in hand, she brought it near my face. My steps scrambled and my head tilted.

"Have you seen the other?" She said, running her hand frantically over her dress, smearing residual cobwebs over her gown. I looked at the white and silver heel then back at her. "I can't find it."

"You can get a new pair." It was my way of telling her to leave.  

"Uhm... I want that same one," she muttered. 

She leaned on the floor and her hand disappeared into the deeper corners of the couch. Her body bent in a perfect arc, hips protruding outwards. Her figure was complimented by what she wore. She was beautiful in ways that men wanted to spoil her, including my brother.

I wasn't one among them.

"What is it so important? I asked. She didn't answer. Why was she so stuck on one shoe when she could have anything with her last name? "I will ask the help to find it for you."

"It's Maria's gift. It means something to me and I cannot lose it," with ragged breath, she answered. She bent further, her whole arm disappearing under the couch. "I...need...it...now..."

"I said-"

"Yesss... Found it." With fists up in the air, she yelled. "Haha. Val One. Shoe. Zero."

Her eyes glistened with an unknown joy, looking at her shoes. Then she went onto rummage through her stuff inside a bag. 

I was preparing for her next act. Of teary filled, screaming match upon realizing that her husband - who refused to bed her - was sleeping with another woman. I even braced myself for her to call me names and toss things at me.

Instead, Valentina picked up her shiny bag and flung it over her shoulder.

"This thing is heavy," she said to herself and started walking towards the door. Before exiting, she turned towards me.

Somewhere, I knew she would be holding back tears. That her chest would heave from my betrayal or that her lips would tremble with my deceit. A fucked up version of me wanted her to suffer. Like I did since marrying her. I wanted her to endure the prick of this marriage as I did. 

When I noticed her smiling, breath cemented in my lungs. Valentina, with her arms woven around bags and gift packets, simply stared at me.

"I will wait downstairs. Are you coming with me?" Her voice wasn't a request or a question. It was a nonchalant sentence. "Or should I leave?"

"You can leave."

"Bye then," another head tilt as if she was talking to a stranger.

Before walking away, her head turned one last time. This time she peeked inside the bedroom. Assured that the naked woman was still there in the same position I had left her in, I wanted some reaction from Valentina. 

Nothing.

All I was able to hear was Valentina murmering as her sight drifted over the woman and over to the exit. "Ahh! Bonito trasero." *Nice butt*

Although I walked back onto the bedroom and was greeted by the naked beauty, my thoughts and reasonings seemed to have walked out with the woman who left me.

How was someone so casual about her husband bedding another woman? 

Was she for real?

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