Never lie

Mature Content

Ashley

The next morning, Ashlyn had already left. She wanted to make sure I was okay and that I would really go for a check-up. She accompanied me to the hospital, brought me to the doctor, and left only after that. Naturally, I was given medicine to take again, even though all my tests were fine.

I’m getting tired of all these medications because I feel like they don’t really work. Once, I asked Ashlyn about it since she’s taking the same ones. She said she’s been improving because she gets flashes of memories sometimes. She thought maybe I couldn’t feel any effect because my injuries from the accident were much worse than hers. I had been in a coma for a long time, so I just believed her. And I don't take it regularly like she did because I tend to forget it once I am busy writing.

My check-up was finally over by lunchtime, so I went straight to a fast-food chain. I was starving and didn’t bother picking a place to eat. Ashlyn told me I’m allergic to seafood, so I avoid eating that kind of food. Why wouldn’t I? Even she, who isn’t allergic, stopped eating seafood when I was hospitalized when we were kids and almost died.

Marco said Ashlyn was traumatized by that, so even though she loves seafood, she stopped eating it for my sake. I would love to taste it, but I didn't want to take the risk either. Ashlyn sacrificed because she didn’t want me to feel left out.

I sat in a less crowded area of the fast-food restaurant because I don’t like being disturbed and prefer staying away from groups of customers. I was busy eating and scrolling through my phone when someone suddenly approached me.

“Hi, is it okay if I share this table with you?” a man asked politely.

I looked up and saw a man smiling at me. I glanced around the place and noticed that all the seats were taken. “Uh, there aren’t any other free tables,” he added.

It seemed rude to refuse, so I nodded. “Thank you,” he said with a smile and sat down.

I didn’t pay him much attention and just continued eating. I didn’t even bother looking at him because I didn’t care about him or anyone else inside the restaurant.

“The place filled up quickly. When I was in line earlier, I saw a lot of empty seats,” he said, clearly trying to make conversation.

I just nodded without speaking and returned my focus to my phone.

“You’re a very serious person,” he commented.

“I’m sorry, I don’t talk to strangers,” I replied casually. I didn’t want him to think I was being rude or suspicious of him.

“Johnsen,” he said, causing me to look at him with furrowed brows. “My name is Johnsen. Since you don’t talk to strangers, I’m telling you my name,” he said with a grin.

I couldn’t help but smile at that. I don’t know why, but he seemed friendly and fun to talk to. Even so, I didn’t give him my name, and he didn’t ask either. We ended up chatting about how crowded the place was and the traffic in the city. I lost track of time, and we continued talking even though we had finished eating. Eventually, our conversation came to an end. I said goodbye and left him as I headed home.

When I arrived, I was greeted by Ana’s worried face. “Did something happen?” I asked.

“I thought something bad happened to you, Ma’am. Sir called and asked if you and Ma’am Ashlyn were home already. I told him you hadn’t arrived yet, so he thought something bad might have happened again,” she explained.

“Thank you for worrying, but I’m fine. Ashlyn went straight to her trip. I feel bad for bothering her when she has work to do.”

“Have you eaten?” Ana asked again, following me as I walked my way to the stairs.

“Yes, I’m full. I’ll just rest in my room. Could you please get me some water? I need to take my medicine; I don’t want Ashlyn scolding me.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” she replied cheerfully and headed to the kitchen while I continued to walk upstairs to my room. I went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. I heard the door to my room open and close, probably Ana bringing the water I requested. I carried on with what I was doing, feeling refreshed and thinking I might be able to nap this afternoon due to my comfortable, relaxed state.

I stepped out of the bathroom and saw the water pitcher and a glass on my bedside table. I walked over, grabbed the medicine I had placed there earlier, took one pill, and drank it.

“How are you feeling?” I nearly dropped the glass when I heard that voice as I set it down. I quickly turned around and saw Marco leaning against the closed door of my room.

“Have you been standing there long?” I asked, feeling slightly startled.

“How are you feeling?” he asked again, his face serious. I couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy, wondering if I had done something wrong.

“I'm fine. I feel better now,” I answered, forcing a small smile. He stared at me as if trying to decide whether I was telling the truth.

“Who were you with?” he asked again. That’s the problem with him—he can be so jealous, making him possessive. That’s one of the reasons why I chose freelancing instead of working in a company that would require me to leave the house. No matter what, he wouldn’t allow it.

“I was with Ash,” I replied shortly.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, his face red with anger. “You weren't with another guy?” His voice grew sharper, and I could tell he was upset. His face flushed, and I wasn’t sure whether to tell him about Johnsen. But I hadn’t done anything wrong, so I kept it to myself.

“No,” I said bravely. “It was just Ash, and she left right after to catch his trip.” Marco clenched his jaw, making me nervous. He stepped closer, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward him.

“Don’t lie to me, Sweetheart,” he said before crushing his lips against mine in a punishing kiss. I wanted to push him away, but I also wanted him, and I missed him. My twin stayed at the house for two weeks, so Marco and I had no moment alone.

My hands found their way to his neck, pulling him closer. His hands were wrapped tightly around my waist. He tugged at the towel wrapped around me, letting it fall to the floor.

My feet left the ground as he pressed me against the cold wall behind me, next to the bathroom door. I didn’t even realize he had carried me there. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer to me.

Our lips parted for a moment, and he looked into my eyes. I met his gaze. “Did that guy kiss you the way I do, Sweetheart?” he asked, his hand squeezing my breast while his fingers teased my nipple.

“No one kissed me,” I replied breathlessly.

“Did he touch you like this?” he asked again, his hand now exploring between my legs.

“No. We just talked. He shared my table because the restaurant was full,” I said, closing my eyes as his fingers stroked my sensitive spot.

“Never lie to me again, Sweetheart. Do you understand?” he whispered, sliding his fingers inside me.

“Yes!” I gasped, my body responding to his touch.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep and husky. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

“I want to cum,” I whispered.

Without warning, he put me down and turned me to face the wall. I braced my hands against it as I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper coming down. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him.

He teased me, rubbing the tip of his manhood against my entrance, making me ache for him. Then, in one swift movement, he thrust deep inside me.

“Oh… that feels so good,” I moaned, unable to stop myself.

“Does it feel good, Sweetheart?” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

“Yesss…” I replied, almost delirious from the pleasure as he kept thrusting deeper and harder. He lifted my hips slightly, making me rise on my toes, and he kept pounding into me.

“Don’t ever talk to another man again, Sweetheart. You’re mine. Only mine,” he growled between thrusts. “Fuck! You feel so good like this, Sweetheart…”

I pressed my hands harder against the wall to keep from hitting my head as his thrusts became faster and more intense. Harder and harder…

“Sweetheart….” we both cried out in unison as the heat finally peaked, and we both came together, our bodies trembling from the release.