Episode 14

Hours later...

"Why, Megan? Why were you so cruel?" I fell silent, feeling frightened by the silence that followed.

Megan didn't respond. She sat in the armchair, washing her hands in a silver basin on the coffee table. She was washing off the blood of the man with the cigar, the man she took pleasure in beating and assaulting until her hands were covered in stains. The cruelty played over and over in my mind with every blink.

She sighed and wiped her hands on the expensive fabric of her suit. Removing the suit jacket, she threw it onto the back of the armchair, revealing a woman in a plain blouse with splatters of blood. Blood, only blood.

Megan turned to me, and I looked down at my still trembling hands, avoiding her expressionless face. She was cold, distant, terrifying. She cleared her throat, and I remained head bowed...

"Stella?" she called to me. "Stella, Stella..."

Her voice filled me with fear, causing me to shrink within myself.

"I apologize," she said, her voice filled with disgust. "You shouldn't have witnessed such cruelty from my part... You shouldn't have seen who I truly am."

Forgive?

I continued to listen, suppressed by my memories. Not even Bryan escaped her cruelty, as she held him upside down and repeatedly punched him in the stomach with her wicked fists. However, she did forgive the debts of three of the men on the terrace.

I regretted giving us a chance. I would never love someone who represented nothing but a deep abyss of evil on earth.

An unsettling silence fell, and when I realized it, Megan was already kneeling in front of me, kissing and moistening my knees.

I closed my eyes, feeling her touch and becoming even more repressed.

"Quiero su perdon, mi cielo." Translated: "I want your forgiveness, my dear."

I said nothing...

"Se que no soy la persona perfecta, que soy mala." Translated: "I know I'm not perfect, that I'm bad."

Very bad.

"Pero todo lo que hizo fue por una razon." Translated: "But everything I did was for a reason."

Reasons, no doubt. A multitude of apologies emerged to alleviate some of her guilt. All bad people have reasons or motives to be cruel.

"I enjoy causing pain to people."

"And I hate your disorder!" I shouted, exhausted by her words. "You are sick, Megan!"

"I am not sick... I simply take pleasure in the way I handle my business. Those gentlemen received far less than they deserved and what I was ready to give them. I gave those fools a chance out of consideration for you."

"Consideration?" I questioned and pushed her, causing her to fall back onto the seat. I stood up and moved to the farthest corner of the room. "If you truly had any consideration for me, you would never have taken me to such a dinner, let alone make me sign a document. You've compromised me completely. You've forced me to see how evil you are..."

"Stella," she said, rising to her feet and removing the plain blouse, while looking at me with sadness in her eyes. It was not the time for her to show emotions. She tossed the blouse aside and approached me. Her menacing stride made me tremble. I was alone with a murderer.

"Look at this scar, Stella," she said, pointing to the scar above her left breast. I looked and prepared myself for the story that would undoubtedly come from her mouth. "They tried to kill me when I was 22," she paused a few inches in front of me, taking a breath to continue her confession. "This scar is proof that my enemies tried to take my life."

"And where did this happen?" I asked, staring into her sad blue eyes.

"It doesn't matter," I hated her response. "After that, they tried to kill me again, but ended up killing loyal men, very loyal men."

Twice, I thought...

"What else could I do? How should I act, knowing that someone is plotting against me 24 hours a day?"

I continued to stare at her, but I had no response, unable to argue.

"I wasn't always like this, but life's events made me who I am today. Since I was born into a persecuted family, I constantly imagined the possible face of the person who would kill me or tear me away from my family. I'm a millionaire, yet I'm not entirely happy. I recognize once again that I am a bad person, that I may never change, but I also recognize that I can fight to change... fight against this thing that dirties and corrupts my soul more each day," she confided, moving closer and taking my hands. "I want to try to change for you, Stella, because I feel that the desire I've felt for you for so long has begun to transform into... into passion..."

Passion?

Did Megan just confess that she was in love with me? No... she was too cold to admit that.

I let go of her hands, and she placed them on my jaw. Her body guided me until I was gently pushed against the wall. Her eyes now showed desire, a desire enveloped in passion.

"I am in love with you, Stella!" she confessed against my mouth, and I sighed.

No! I didn't know what to believe or who to trust, whether it was Armstrong's warm words or the rational voice in my head.

"Stella... I am completely in love with you. Estoy muy enamorada de ti."

"You're lying!" I managed to speak, but with some difficulty.

"No... I am declaring my love for you, Stella... Can't you see the wall I just broke down?... I have never done this in my life... never fallen in love with someone."

I smiled at her lie, and she clenched her jaw.

She spoke those words as if she had never been involved with other women or fallen in love.

"I don't believe you."

"You need to believe me... I'll do anything for you to believe me, just don't ask me the impossible."

"And what would be impossible for you?"

"Many things."

"Like... letting me go?"

"I will never do that because I know that someday you will feel for me what I feel for you."

"Passion, Megan?"

"Passion, Stella."

"I don't just want to fall in love, Megan... I want to love and be loved... I have the right to that!"

"Yes, I know, and I am willing to love you the way you deserve."

"Megan, you don't love anyone!"

Megan lowered her head but caressed my cheek, where I felt a tender sensation.

"Teach me how to love then," she pleaded, looking up at me deeply, and I was surprised by her request.

Teach me how to love.

"Teach me how to love you, Stella... I know that passion is different from love, two different stages that each of us goes through... I want you to help me complete these two stages because I..."

"Why?" I asked when her words failed. I could see a deep feeling overflowing through her pleas, a good feeling, but also desperate.

"Because..." She rested her forehead against mine and took a deep breath. "Because I trust you for this."

I trust you.

I couldn't be more surprised than I already was, so my body released a sudden emotion, tears streaming down my face.

Megan saw them and gently wiped them away, examining every part of my face. With the movement of her eyes, I could see and feel that everything she said was true. I would be wrong to dismiss it, everything she was able to express through a feeling called passion, a passion she had started to feel for me.

I stepped back a bit to think, and she hesitated to let me go, but now she just stood there in that corner, just looking at me.

I thought long and hard, organizing the reasons in my head and recalling everything that had happened between us. Should I give her a chance to change or despise her even more and let her continue in her dirty, cruel life?

What should I do? How could I accept her request?

I walked to the window and pushed the curtain aside to see the security guards outside, but I used that as an opportunity to think a little more.

And then, Stella, what is your decision? This question presented itself as if an imaginary counselor was there beside me, interrogating me, wanting to know what my response would be.

Engulfed in my thoughts, I felt warm hands touching my forearms as if making a gesture to warm me up, and I sighed. Megan was close, so passionately in love, so eager, and it was my duty to give her an answer.

I felt her lips on my shoulder and gasped, knowing that Megan smiled, even in that tense moment where requests and desires were at stake.

"Do you really want to love me?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes, Stella... I desire everything that comes from you," she replied with an exciting whisper, her hands descending to my waist with firmness.

"And are you willing to wait however long it takes?"

"Yes... I am," she hesitated but managed to affirm.

"Even a year?"

There was silence...

"365 days are no match for Megan Armstrong," there was humor in her voice.

"What about two years?"

"730 days... even less," she replied.

"Three?"

"Listen, Stella," she exclaimed, spinning me slightly and holding me by the waist as if in a ballet move, "1095 days won't be able to extinguish the desire I feel for you!"

"Megan," I spoke, trying to distance myself from the arousal she made me feel when she spun me.

"Ten thousand days can go by, but I will continue to desire you... you are completely perfect, rich in beauty... you are what I need to fill the empty space in my heart!"

When she fell silent, completely consumed by impulse and desire, I succumbed to her mouth, kissing her passionately.

It was no longer Stella D'Angelo present there; I would venture to say it was none other than Stella Armstrong.

Megan responded to the kiss, completely possessed by her desire, and I could no longer resist her lips. Megan continued with her fierce kiss.

Her nervous hands lifted me in her arms, and I embraced her waist without breaking the synchronized touch of her mouth and the tongue that erotically invaded mine.

With closed eyes and our lips occupied, I felt the hardness of the window against my back and moaned with the friction.

Megan stopped, and I was able to breathe, but thirsting to continue feeling the softness of her lips.

What I did not expect were those words...

"Stella... how you moan so deliciously," she paraphrased and devoured my mouth.

Megan moved her hips between my legs, maintaining balance, using all her strength to hold me, and I felt the delicious rubbing against my pussy.

My stomach began to give signs while I panted against the insatiable mouth that kissed me greedily.

Megan stopped again and looked at me deeply, her pupils engulfed by desire. I knew what she wanted, but what if I regretted it later? What if she simply looked down on me after getting what she wanted, as a form of revenge?

Megan kissed me again, and I gave in, savoring every bit of that passionate moment. Insanity overtook me, and reason said goodbye. My body responded positively to every captivating touch, to everything she did.

I missed the hardness of the window and found myself sitting on Megan's lap, who had sat in the armchair. She was out of breath, but she didn't let go of my mouth, breathing and kissing me again, and I was no different. I was surrendered to that heated moment until...

Megan squeezed my forearms and in a sigh, she asked...

"Make love to me."

"Megan, I..."

"Just for tonight. Let me enjoy your love, let me touch you... I will do whatever you desire. Give me this opportunity, Stella. Look at me... I am burning, I need to feel you."

Her words convinced me, and yes, I would make love to her.

"Are you willing to do whatever I desire?" I whispered the words into her mouth, and she insanely accepted them.

"Yes... as long as it satisfies this desire of mine."

"Yes, all right," I said and kissed her, already feeling one of her hands roaming the inside of my thighs. That feeling was incredible, but...

"Stop, Megan!" I commanded and held her hand. She clenched her jaw and eagerly awaited my next move.

And we gazed deeply into each other's eyes, and yes, we were desiring each other. That desire that I had repressed so many times.

"Before we begin... I want you to accept something."

"Yes, yes... I accept anything."

"Perfect, then... before you touch me," I caressed her lips and she moistened them, filled with desire and heat, "I want you to be mine!"

Megan closed her eyes, feeling the sensation that my words caused in her, and yes, Megan simply nodded, giving me a wicked and incredibly enticing smile.

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