Episode 12

A refreshing and relaxing shower left me more active and willing. During the shower, I admired that beautiful ring while the water fell on my back and shoulders. My curls were tied up because I didn't usually wet them at night.

I left the bathroom wrapped in a towel and came across Megan sorting out short and beautiful dresses on the bed. Good taste, I couldn't deny, but who were those dresses for if she already had so many in the closet? What was she up to?

Before I approached, she turned around and looked at me from head to toe. Her gaze penetrated me and I swallowed hard.

"Good evening," she said and looked at the dresses, hiding her eyes from what she had just caused me.

"Good evening."

"They're for you," she said abruptly and somewhat excitedly, looking at me again, but now I was standing next to her, ignoring the few extra centimeters she had. I was 1.65 meters tall and she must have been 1.70, but that possibility wasn't certain.

"Why?"

"Because I want to introduce you to some people."

I remembered what Mercier had said.

"And if I don't accept?"

Megan turned completely towards me and rested her hands on my shoulders, where she lightly massaged for a few seconds.

"If you accept... I want you to look perfect for me, I want everyone to see how beautiful you are."

"Megan..."

"Please... don't reject one of my wishes, I mean... you're beautiful and everyone should see your beauty."

"One"

"The beauty of my wife," she emphasized and leaned her face towards mine, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

Her lips touched me delicately and I felt my heart warming...

"The beauty of your wife?"

We exchanged a suspicious glance and smiled together.

"The beauty of my wife and very soon... woman," she gave me another kiss on my forehead.

"And when will we meet these people?" I asked when she moved back a little to sit on the bed and continue looking at me.

"When you decide."

"Megan... I can't decide that. I don't know anyone."

"Of course you can decide... just pick a date and we'll arrange it... it can be anytime between today and umm..." she paused, thinking, "and today," and smiling, she leaned back on the bed, opening her legs.

I gave my attention to the dresses there, ignoring her position, a breathtaking position.

"Who are these people?"

"Acquaintances, who nowadays are lawyers and heirs."

I became suspicious...

"I won't feel comfortable next to them... I'm not that..."

"You are... you are everything and more," she said, getting up and taking one of the dresses, already coming to measure it on me. It was dark blue and reached the middle of my thighs.

"You are everything and more," those words echoed in my ears as she measured that beautiful dress on me.

"I got the size right," she referred to the dress and smiled.

"It doesn't matter to me."

Megan smiled and threw the dress on the bed, then she grabbed me by the waist and kissed me in a needy way. Her hand on my waist and the other on my neck prevented me from escaping her strength. What I did was give in again.

She stopped and lowered her head after looking at me deeply for a moment. She was filled with desire, she was hot.

"I couldn't control myself," she confessed and took a deep breath.

"Megan..." I spoke with a lump in my throat, "Megan... you..."

"I'm sorry," she apologized and took her hands off me, distancing herself by sitting in the armchair.

I didn't like her attitude.

I sat on the bed to observe her as she looked out at the garden through the window. Seeing her repressing her desires hurt me.

I started to think deeply about the two of us, about what could happen now that I had accepted to be her wife.

"Megan?" I called for her a moment later.

"There will be a dinner at 9 pm, Stella," she said, standing up and crossing her arms, "I will introduce you to my acquaintances. I just decided, and that's how it's going to be!"

"Okay, Megan," I said without imposing myself and got up. Doing that would make her feel more repressed.

Megan proceeded to the door, and I ran towards her and stopped her. She looked distant, maybe regretting kissing me without my permission.

"Tell me, Stella."

"Don't leave yet... help me get dressed?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

We returned to the bed, and I picked up the same blue dress, handing it to her. She looked at me for a moment. I got lost in her gaze and decided to remove the towel, but when I started to unwrap it, Megan held my hand.

"It's not necessary to take it off," she said, and those words seemed to scratch her throat.

I knew she wanted to see me naked, but she was holding back.

"But... you've seen me without clothes before... I don't see a problem."

"I know, but... but I don't want to overstep the boundaries again."

"Alright," I agreed, wrapping the towel tightly around my body.

"Very well, now raise your arms," she requested, and I lifted them as she put the dress on me.

As the dress descended, I pulled off the towel and threw it on the bed, now completely dressed.

"It looks perfect on you."

"Gracias."

"De nada!"

I looked at my breasts and realized that an important piece was missing, but I also noticed that Megan couldn't stop staring at them.

"Now."

"Yes?" she replied, looking into my eyes as if caught off guard. A shy smile accompanied her, and I touched her cheek.

Megan closed her eyes and sighed. Her smile was captivating. I caressed her cheek for a few seconds, and she held my hand.

"Don't do that, Stella," she said, containing desire in her voice.

"Remember that we agreed to take things slow?" I asked, and her eyes opened in surprise.

I wasn't there to give her false hope; suffering from love was terrible. I would try, even though I still remembered everything she had put me through.

"I remember... and I apologize again for... for..."

"I've already forgotten," I affirmed, placing my hand over her mouth for a second to stop her agony.

"Really?"

"Yes, but... now I ask that we start over. That way, we'll know not to cross the boundaries."

"Alright, but I want to make it clear that... that I will always be available for you. I know that one day you will allow me to touch you."

"Megan... let's take it slow."

She nodded and then released my hand. I lightly squeezed her cheek and felt how warm it was. Her warmth was attractive and made me shiver.

"Megan?" I whispered.

"Yes, Stella?" she appeared hopeful.

"Kiss me."

Megan lowered her head a little, then nodded, and kissed my forehead. She backed away slightly and put her hands behind her back, assuming the posture of a soldier.

But I didn't want a kiss on the forehead.

"Megan?"

"Yes, Stella?"

"Kiss me!"

"But I just did."

"I know, but... I want a kiss... a kiss on the mouth."

I saw a small smile at the corner of her mouth, and she moved closer. She gave me a peck, keeping her body and hands at a distance.

With her lips on mine, I began to kiss her slowly. I held her face to not lose that simple contact. My eyes closed, and I surrendered to the kiss, with her lips touching mine in a beautiful synchrony.

My hands descended to her neck, and then Megan stopped restraining herself and grabbed my waist, pulling my body onto hers in one motion, causing me to moan against her mouth. Her hands didn't move up or down, they stayed there, repressed.

When our lips separated, I saw her dark blue eyes, almost black with desire, her pupils dilated. Her desire ran through her entire being, and we both took deep breaths, urgently seeking air.

I couldn't help but feel aroused; my body was a traitor, as were the undecided decisions in my mind.

"Was this the kiss you desired, Stella?" she spoke between breaths, resting her forehead against mine as we both panted.

"Yes."

"And how do you feel now?"

"Good."

Megan smiled against my face and moved her hands to my shoulders, squeezing and massaging them delicately.

"And did you like it, Stella?"

"Yes, Megan... I liked it."

She smiled again, and her smile enchanted me, so I smiled in return.

It was like an unexplored path, I was becoming more attached to her.

"Now it's my turn!" she said and gently held my right hand, then rested it on her shoulder.

"Okay... what do you wish for, Megan?"

"I wish... I wish you would sleep curled up with me tonight."

"That's what you want?" I confess that this desire caught my attention, surprised me actually.

"Yes... just that."

"Agreed." I agreed and received a smile from her.

"Now I'll leave you... I'll come back to pick you up in thirty minutes."

"Okay."

I saw her leave and I also saw her take my smile with her. I couldn't control my body's gestures, they simply happened without me realizing. That kiss I asked for and received made me see another side of her, a delicate and romantic side.

My eyes opened and sparkled when I saw a woman in a black suit enter through the door with her beautiful black hair tied up, with only a few strands falling on her face. I also saw a white and smooth dress shirt on her body, she looked so beautiful that I froze, only not falling because I was already sitting waiting for her. My dress was blood red, reaching mid-thigh, with a beautiful neckline, and thin, comfortable straps on my body. My curls were free and with the beautiful volume they always had.

I stood up and Megan stopped. Her eyes ran over me from my black heels to my bare shoulders and she couldn't help but swallow.

"I'm ready."

"You look perfect, Stella," she said, walking towards me and grabbing my left hand, where she placed a kiss on the ring. She looked back at me. "So perfect. I love your hair."

I felt her gently touching my curls. No one has ever shown me so much affection, doing so with compliments. It was impossible to believe that she was an arrogant woman in the eyes of others, the one who killed, beat, and did evil things.

"Thank you, Megan."

"Hmm... she whispered and offered her arm to me, which I accepted after observing it for a moment.

"Now, Stella... you are officially my wife."

"Yes... I am."

"Shall we go?"

"We can."

For the first time, I could leave that mansion. I didn't have James accompanying me, only Megan. We were in one of the luxury cars, being taken somewhere. Mercier was our driver and bodyguard that night. I was puzzled that only Mercier was with us. Something was happening, something I would know before the end of that night.

After a long drive, we passed through the center of London. I saw the Big Ben through the car window, the Tower Bridge, and a cluster of houses in one place. The night in the center of London was beautiful.

In the backseat, I felt Megan's hand running from mine to my chin, which she gently turned, and her mouth touched mine with desire. I accepted that kiss, it was simple, even knowing that Mercier was there and could see us through the rearview mirror.

I made her stop and we stared at each other. Her mouth came close to my ear and...

"You don't know how much I desire you, Stella..." my name whispered in the midst of her breath made my insides pulse. "You don't need to say anything... you just need to feel. Can I touch you?"

I didn't respond and didn't even nod. What should I do?

A second passed with her kissing the corner of my ear, and then the car became completely dark as it passed through a tunnel that didn't seem long. It startled me, but Megan calmed me with a hand squeeze, giving me an incredible sense of security.

Megan touched my breasts, ignoring the neckline and squeezed them hungrily, and I sighed. I only endured the arousal that her touch provoked in me...

When she finished, she whispered softly.

"I loved doing that."

The end of the tunnel came, and I took a deep breath, trying to hide my face, red with desire.

The car went to the place where we would meet his acquaintances, and even with the long journey we undertook, I couldn't forget his touch. She left me longing and wanting to feel that again.

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