Ethan's p.o.v
I dropped the cigarette clenched between my fingers into the ash tray in front of me as I gather around some of my old friends in a lounge in the club.
It's been several weeks since I returned from the States and I just couldn't get my mind off Freya— her dark wavy hair, brown almond eyes, rosy lips and most importantly her intelligence. She really got me wowed the first time we met and I figured we have so much in common aside that she doesn't know Martha isn't my actual mother.
Her presence around me is the only thing that keeps me in sane in the mansion —not with dad or Martha or anyone else.
I knew Martha wasn't pleased with my coming home, but my father insisted I come. I have been summoned for my engagement with Jane, my father's friend in the business world, but with greater power and influence than my father.
After my mother died at child birth, my father remarried when I was just three. By the time Martha had Evans, I could sense she wasn't pleased with having me around —her expression and action said it all. I then decided to travel abroad to just stay far away from home—from all the chaos—and be some where sane, where I could focus at least. Thankfully, my wish was granted even at such a young age of ten—all thanks to Martha.
And now ten years later, just when I thought I am back to hell, the universe brought Freya my way and I'd be forever grateful for that.
As the day passes by, I realized that Freya mindset is vast and I find her pretty interesting and attractive.
"Still thinking about that gold digger of a girl?" Jason one of my friends asked, lighting up the cigar in his mouth.
Nathan, Silas, and Drake, my other friends laughed out loud.
"No, guys. She's not a gold digger. She's totally far from it," I cut them off. "She's a treasure."
"You mean she's better than Chloe? Anna?Hailey? Abigail..."
"Stop it, Nathan," I cut him off sharply. "The truth is she's a lot better than them."
They laughed again.
"I know you man, " Drake said, tapping me by the shoulder. "You have been dating since like eleven for as long as I can remember and that was what you said about all of them too. And even though, we happen to attend the same school abroad, I know it didn't end with them"
I raise my brow knowing it's the truth. I have been involved with many girls in the past. None of which I have ever had a deep connection with.
"And what exactly are you going to tell your dad about Jane?" Silas asked. "I'm sure if not anything, there's no way your dad will ever agree to your relationship with Freya. "
"No, Silas. I don't intend to. There's absolutely no way I'm ever telling him about Freya, ever!"
"I see."
After about what felt like an hour, I got bored and decided to leave for home—all and where I ever wanted to be is with Freya.
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I pace around in my room, my nose filled with her scent. Unable to think straight, I summoned for Freya to come clean my room.
"You sent for me," Freya said as she entered my room. She looked beautiful, more beautiful in her frock today. Her almond eyes shone through as they gaze upon me. Her lips were as usual rosy, highly moisturized and I find her entirely perfect. I kissed her.
"You bring me peace, sanity and calmness amidst all of this chaos. I love you, Freya," I kissed her again. This time more passionately.
I locked the door and scurried down to her, reaching for her lips again.
"I love you too, Ethan, " she reciprocated my kiss, wrapping her arms around me.
Slowly, I could feel her hand cradle the back of my head, her fingers brushing my hair. It felt like the time stood still with her that very moment and I believe it was mutual that neither of us want it to end.
"I want you, Ethan," Freya confessed. "I want you now."
I reach for Freya's lips, sucking and biting on them slightly. Gently, I start to take off her frock then her dress untill she was naked.
I felt my pupils dilate at the sight of her large, round and firm breasts. She felt shy yet unwavering as she stood stark naked right in front of me. I blinked, momentarily stunned.
"Do you really love me like you've always said Ethan?" Freya asked, her eyes prickled with tears. "I've heard news like there's no way guys like you can ever love girls like me."
I cupped Freya's face, wiping her tears with my thumbs.
"If there's any word I can find to replace the word 'Love', I'd definitely do that and the word 'Love' would be nothing but an understatement. I love you Freya—so much—too much and with every fibre of my being."
Freya lifted my hand off her face, placing it on one on her boobs. "I want your hands on me, Ethan."
Our lips collided again. While on the bed, I trail her neck with the tip of my tongue and God she tasted like heaven. She let out a soft moan. I then kissed her shoulder before sucking on her nipples.
"Argh," she groaned, biting her lower lips.
Her hands slowly pulled up my shirt, removing and tossing it on the floor, leaving me bare chested. She gasped, arching her brow sharply as I tower over her on the bed.
My hands find their way to her pant, gently tugging it down her legs. Then, my mouth finds its way back to her nipples, then her shoulders and cleavage before travelling down to her navel.
She trembled. "Hmm,Ethan, ," she moaned in satisfaction.
I touched her clit with my tongue to see her already wet and dripping. "You are wet," I kissed her. "Wet for me."
"Ethan? Go slow."
My eyes opened. It's her first time?
"It's your first time, Freya?"
She bobbed her head up and down and a smile formed on he lips in response.
"I love you, Ethan."
My lips collided with Freya's once again and she groaned in pain as I try to penetrate her, grabbing firmly and clenching on the bed sheet.
"You can tell me to stop, Freya."
"No," she blurted out, her tiny hand holding my face. "Don't stop, Ethan."
After about what felt like thirty minutes, I was able to finally enter Freya, marking the beginning of a intense and heated shared passion. I collapsed on the bed—our breath synchronized, beating simultaneously, subsequently.
She had bled moderately on the bed. Luckily, I have some other clean sheets in the room.
I shifted nearer to her on the bed as my hand nudged the pillow that cradled her head. I caressed her face with my hand, whispering softly to her.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes," her head bobbed. "I just feel a little sore down there."
Suddenly, her gaze drifted away from me as she pulled into a forlorn state.
"My love. Is everything OK?"
She didn't respond. Her eyes only fixed intently on my chest. I lifted up her chin to meet my gaze and could see tears streaming down her face.
"Honey. You can trust me. What is it?" I try to make her speak. "You know I hate to see you cry."
"I love you, Ethan," her voice broke. " I love you so much I'm afraid you'd leave me and forget all about me as soon as you go back for your studies. My grandma thinks I'm crazy and Juliana thinks so too."
I wrap my arms around Freya, holding her close to my chest.
"That will never happen, Freya. I give you my word." I kissed her forehead, reassuring her of my promise. "But I think there's something you should know."
She raised her head slightly, her gaze on mine and her brows furrowed as her curiosity piqued.
"What, Ethan?"
"You've always wanted to know if Martha was my actual mother, right?"
"Yes."
"The truth is she isn't. Martha isn't my actual mother. She's actually my step mother."
Freya's eyes expanded in surprise. "What about your mother?"
"She died —at child birth."
"Oh, God. I'm so sorry, Ethan."
"You asked about when I'd be leaving too. That'd be in three days time." I continue to caress her shoulder with my fingers. "I'll miss you, Freya."
"I'll miss you more, Ethan."