It should have been like this episode 25

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🤩 Kemmy B. Gabriel Present Another rom-nce Novel: 🤩

💔 It Should Have Been Like This 💔

👩‍💻 Book Twenty-five: hormones on board 👩‍💻

💜 Lavender’s viewpoint 💜

In my next life, I would love to be the mother of my kids allover again. Not only were they as thoughtful and sweet as their father and grandparents, they were incredible kids that would grow up to be outstanding adults. No doubt they would take care of their wives and husbands as great as they take care of me and how their father did. Even when Rominic was only dating me to gain something, he treated me like a queen. The one thing I know is that his entire family knows how to take care of their love ones. Take it from Rylee and Phineas or when Rominic falls ill. You don’t want to be around her then. She would pamper him like glass and yet be the first to throw a punch when he gets back on his feet. My children took both our caring nature, making them the ultimate.

They planned a vacation for us, how sweet and thoughtful. And that stunt they pulled, genius. I was already planning on asking Rominic for it but hoping to wait it out until I was better or after the gala. Rominic told me he left the responsibility of the gala preparation in Rylee’s hands since we have both been out of work for almost two weeks. Neither of us wanted to discuss about how terrible the gala would be, at least not yet. Well, the point is, I’m glad the kids prepared this for us.

Back to their father being thoughtful. I was completely exhausted from leaving the hospital to a private dinner reservation, dancing, too much food and then straight to the airport. Rominic being the loving and caring one carried me from the airport to the car, into the hotel to the reception, to the elevator and finally, our room. He carried me bridal style which was wonderful by the way. There’s the joy of his warm body enfolding me, his arms and his yummy scent. I was in love with the position I missed so much.

“And here we are!” I gro-ned from how loud his voice is. My ears weren’t far from him. “Oops, sorry,” he chuckled, “are you strong enough to take a bath?” Yes, strong enough to sleep. I think I murmured something that made him chuckle. He carried me to the bed and threw me on it. But the bed was extra soft and bouncy, causing my body to flounce on it from the capacity of his throw, making me giggle before breaking into a laugh.

“If you weren’t so tired, I would have crawled over you and k-ss those tempting plump flesh,” my eyes were close since I was too tired to open my eyes, but I could tell he was smiling. I clicked my tongue in feign annoyance, “what? Too soon?” I imagined him staring at me with one eyebrow quirk, his weird attractive smile that always makes me laugh, gracing his l-ips. I laughed. I had been doing that too often, and I liked it. I liked as I felt completely free from the burden in my heart and the weight on my shoulders.

Before I met Rominic, I was free and happy, but not that happy because I was still seeking my family’s love, after I met him, it was the same but a little heavier. I’d always wondered why I felt heavy even if I love him and he loves me. But now I knew the heaviness was because deep down, I knew the truth I buried in,side of me. The load got ten times heavier after I was disowned, and twenty after I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t kill myself but I did feel the heavy weight compressing me each passing day. And with every man I laid with, every torture and sorrow I went through, every night I stayed up watching my sick children, the weight doubled and doubled and doubled until I was the mess of a while ago. But ever since I forgave him, I felt completely free.

He never told Peyton I was bad in bed or tell her about our s€×ual life. Our first time wasn’t a lie and neither was all the times he said… Most of the times he said he loved me. I was going to believe that I might not be better… Or rather, I was not better than Peyton but I still manage to steal her boyfriend and stamp my seal on his heart. I wasn’t perfect–still not though better–but I took something from her. After comparing myself to her for so long, I finally felt better and more than I have ever felt my entire life. Happier than when I was with my mother. I felt on top of the world.

We were currently staying at a hotel called Hyatt Centric Victoria Harbor. I’d never been to Hong Kong before. I visited other parts of Asia and China for my work, but never Hong Kong. That was when I still had my mother’s doc-ments. I was eager to go site seeing and take a lot of pictures, but first, sleep.

I crawled into the bed properly after Beau left, lazily threw myself on it and cuddled the first pillow my hands touched. I wiggled my bum in an attempt to get comfortable, something I do sometimes. The scent of the king bed, the soft bedcovers, the fluffy pillow, all was pulling me in and I let it. I drift off to another peaceful dreamless sleep.

~~~

I woke up with a loud yawn, stretching my hands as I laid with eyes still shut and ears filled with soft music. I should probably mention that just like Zachary and Serenity, Rominic couldn’t sleep in a strange place without music. If his body don’t recognize the bed, he has to t-rn on some background music or he would either be unable to sleep or have a nightmare.

I peeled my eyes open with a smile, the dancing light in the ceiling smiling back at me. The room was dark, like a comfortable little cave. I turned my head and saw the black draw in curtains with white lining and silver paw prints. It was cute, really. The black curtain shielded us from the sunlight and gave the room it dark “caviness”. I took my time to look around the room, taking in it simple yet sophisticated arrangement. The setting of the room, the expensive furniture, bedcovers and the lights, even to the wallpaper, I knew this was a VIP room.

Once I was done taking it in, I decided to see why my h¡p was begging me for freedom. When I looked at myself, I smiled. I was laying on my back, partially, Rominic’s hand over my shoulder. One of my leg was straight with the other bent over Rominic’s. His other hand rest on my ass. I wiggled myself a little to get out of his hold, he wasn’t a heavy sleeper like I was.

“Don’t go,” he whimpered softly. The next thing I know, his hand went around my wa-ist and with the help of his hand at my neck, he pulled me forward, slamming my face on his shoulder. He completely threw his leg around me, bent over and dived his face into the crook of my neck. He let out a breath of contentment, the warm misty exhale plastering on my sensitive skin and raking my body with shivers.

The shiver didn’t just go down my spine, it traveled through my blood and ended in one destination. He exhaled again, this time, running his fingers at the scruff of my neck. He knew what that did to me, how my body react to it. He was attacking me from two angle and he didn’t even know. He was sleeping but I guess old habit don’t die.

This is not the time to start acting on hormone again. Lavender, focus!

But it was easier said than done. With him breathing on my neck and continuously stroking the scruff of my neck, it wasn’t easy. So I decided to focus on the music with hope that it would lure me back to sleep because I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“And the only thing we had in common with each other
Was destroying everything we ever touched

So cheers to us and what we had
Let’s keep dancing on the broken glass
And all that’s left is smoke and ash
So let’s keep dancing on the broken glass

Cheers to us and what we had
Let’s keep dancing on the broken glass
‘Cause when you’re high, you’re bound to crash
So let’s keep dancing on the broken glass…” It’s official, this song is not good for two people trying to get back together. Should have heard it months ago. Other than the harsh dead love, it was a nice song. But Rominic didn’t seem to like it because he gro-ned and murmured out a “I hate this song, turn it off.” I chuckled, brought my hand to his face to play with it.

“We could’ve done this perfectly
But we’re useless
But we’re useless
But we’re useless

Nobody does a tragedy like you and me
‘Cause we’re ruthless…” Rominic shot up as if stung by a bee, throwing his body aside enough to reach the nightstand and grabbed the remote. I chortled at his franticness. He thought the music would change my mind about him? Now that’s just being mean.

“Maybe you should leave this girl alone
But you won’t
But you don’t
Now delete my number from your phone
But you won’t
You gotta go, oh
Line by line
Gotta spell it right out…” The new song filled the room. Rominic exhaled with relief, dragging his fingers into his hair. His eyes were fogged with worry and agitation. He was kneeling on the bed now wearing just his loose boxers, a little jacket and a heart printed socks. I would have rolled my eyes if I wasn’t already trying to deal with my stubborn hormone. It was not the right time for his chest to be in perfect and vivid display. It was way too soon to begin our s€×ual life once again.

Is it?

“I don’t know what you’re looking for
But I don’t think it’s me
I wish I could give you my all
Not good at make believe

I don’t feel how you feel
I’m just telling it like it is
I don’t need you to say those words no more…”

I shook my head to scatter the thought and smiled, “good morning, Beau, sleep well?”

“Uhm,” he replied, crawling back towards me. Rominic got back under the cover which I was trying to get out from. “Where to?”

“Morning duties. Remember I didn’t bathe or brush my teeth before sleeping? I n… Whoa!” I shrieked when he suddenly reached forward and pulled me back into the bed. Once again, I found myself in my previous position although not under the soft quilt. “Beau, I…”

“Please, just stay like this for a while. I’ve missed holding you like this.,” I furrowed my brows because I know he had held me more than twice since I started sharing a room with him. “Knowing fully well that you are mine again, not afraid that you would jump away any second and scre-m my heart to my ass.” He added, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

I sighed sadly, I really did put us both through so much emotional pain. Every harsh and bitter words I’d said to him reverberated in my head as if to mock me. Rominic really tried, he took all the blows of my words, never complaining or talking back which was the opposite of the Rominic I knew. He was a man with power in his tone and control in his eyes. No one dares talk to him like shit, no one can even look him in the eyes and yet he lowered himself for me. He has always brought himself down for me but this time was a wh0le new level. As much as I felt very bad, I loved him more.

“Stop,” he whispered, pressing his l-ips on my temple, “don’t think about the past, think alone of our future, no past.”

“I said a lot of…”

“Don’t bother, I deserve it. What matters now is that you are here, we have gone through that phase and now we are together. Don’t worry, it’ll okay from now on. I love you, Laverne.” And I loved him too. I didn’t really have to say it out loud, all I had to do was cup his face in my hands and crashed my l-ips on his.

He stilled for a second, but as if his body had been waiting for it, he k-ssed me back. His l-ips moved against mine as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. My hands moved down to rest on his chest as his grip on my wa-ist tightened even more.

I mo-ned softly into his mouth as he graze his tongue over the roof of my mouth, k-ssing me deeper and swallowing all the air I have to give and breathe. His hands on my ass tightened, ridding the shirt over my thighs and halfway up my butt. Rominic mo-ned with dissatisfaction. He lifted me over, sliding his hand under my th-gh and crossing the leg over his so I’d be on top, without breaking the k-ss for a second.

He slide his hands over my thighs and resumed palming my bare ass, feeling it up and mo-ning with satisfaction at the new position that granted him the best access. He pushed me upward, impaling me on his rising bulge. He was just starting and he was that strong. I forgot the man hadn’t really enjoyed himself in years and now he knew I was his again, controlling himself would be difficult and trying to take things slow would be wickedness. Besides, it’s been a while too.

Wait, shirt?

Bare ass?!

I pushed my l-ips away from his to question him, but he grabbed the back of my head and pulled, tilting my neck to the side and immediately attacking the tender s₱0t in front of my neck. I had one there also, the one that weakens me the most and he knew it. I had like four vulnerable s₱0ts around my neck. One below my ear, at the scruff of my neck, the front of my neck, right below the right side of my jaw and somewhere at the junction of my neck and shoulder.

“Mm, Beau, wait,” I said, unconsciously grinding my w-t cunt on him, “we should stop, like now,” he whimpered in protest. As much as I wanted it, I also knew I needed to be really prepared for it. If we should start, he would never let me leave the bed and I already had plans for the day, and that was site seeing. I pressed my hands down on his chest, ending up trailing my hands on his chest and making the situation worse.

Damn it! I haven’t shaved!

“Rominic!” He jerked, getting back to his senses. I pushed myself away from him quickly and within four seconds, I was five feet away from the edge of the bed. Nic gro-ned with frustration and disappointment, slamming the back of his head on the bed. “I’m sorry?” He kept hitting his head. I inhaled and looked at what I was wearing. I was wearing his shirt, he must have changed me.

“Beau, will you calm down?!”

“No, I will not. I haven’t had s€× for years because a particular woman kept popping into my head and being a real boner-killer. Like I’ve been dead for years and then the reason came back, boom! I’m ho-ny, but I have to control myself because you hate me but now I know you have forgiven me, it’s like my mind have let go of all the chains holding me back and the result is this,” he pointed at his fully er-ct member, “jerking off is not working.”

“And that’s where I come in,” I smirked, “let’s make a deal. We go site seeing together, enjoy the city and then when we get back, you get all of this…to yourself.” I said, gesturing towards my body with a sed-ctive sway of my h¡ps.

He c*cked a brow at me, a doubtful one. “For real? And you won’t stop me?”

“Well…” I said, trailing off with a playful roll of my eyes and a pin of my l-ips. He huffed.

“I knew it.”

“No, you still get me but first, I spend the wh0le of today and tomorrow site seeing, then the next at the sauna, the rooftop pool, the bar and the dining which I would see today. Survive three days without touching me and you get to keep me to your bed for two.”

“For real? No joke?” I nodded. “But we have to leave the hotel tomorrow morning, my penthouse would be clean by then,” my eyes w¡dened with a gasp, causing him to roll his. “Yes, I bought one last year but no one knows about it, reasons why they booked us an hotel room. The caretaker will begin cleaning this evening so we can move in tomorrow. So for today, you’ll have to enjoy all the hotel brings… And why are you still smirking like that?”

“Because…” I purred, slowly climbing back onto the bed. I crawled all the way up until I was kneeling over him on all four. “You didn’t hear the additional part where I’d be playing a little game with Johnny down here,” I said, grazing the tip of my fingers over his hærdness. I smiled at how it twitched under my tease, I always loved how much I could control him when I give him a head. If there’s one thing I know how to do, is give heads. After being in relationsh¡ps without sleeping with them, the only two things I knew how to do very well was k-ss and blow. And he knew that.

I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed, smiling as it hotness warmed my palm. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Y…y…yes,” he spluttered. Who wouldn’t?

~~~

My day went great. First, I went to the dining while Nic hit the gym then later met me at the rooftop pool. I didn’t go there to swim, just take photos with people. From there, we checked out the remaining places and with little time to spare, we went site seeing and ended up in a restaurant. After dinner, we took a walk down the street to the hotel and then back. The night was still young so Rominic suggested we go clubbing. It’s been a while I went.

I wore what he chose for me. He picked out a one-piece outfit; a dark imperial blue mini skirt laced up at both sides all the way to the tight white band and knotted at the hem. The knot and rope grazed my thighs. The top was a tight halter neck lace up top. The lacing ran from the bottom to above my cle-vage, revealing my b-obs and cle-vage but Rominic didn’t care. Remember I mentioned how he would always let me dress s€×y as long as the place was okay? Well, if it came to clubbing, he did the dressing most time for me as long as he was there. Something about him drinking me in and enjoying watching other men pine for what is his. Well, I topped the outfit with a white cutout corset heels that stopped above my ankles like Lita boots with thin heels. It made me almost as tall as he is.

Almost.

So I was at the club, sitting at the bar with my legs crossed and th-gh skin exposed. Rominic made me sit there so he can watch me from afar as he drank and smiled, nodding to how awesome he is for getting me all to himself. Weird but it’s his thing. Some men came over but I declined, another thing he loves. Once I’d declined up to twelve men, he stood up majestically and walked over to me with a smirk. He wanted to show them that he’s the only man I would look at.

But I have to admit, he looked hot dressed up in nothing but rips, beads (just like me) and dark blue lace up boots. He looked younger, hotter, s€×ier and mine. As usual, his curly hair was being a stubborn brat, so I helped him this time after so long. I pinned his hair behind his ear and covered the other with it, twisting it up in the middle of his forehead and then pulling it backwards. It was still a curly mess but at least it wasn’t disturbing him and he looked hot wearing it. I guess I grew into his habit because I certainly love watching him decline ladies as well.

“You are really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I chuckled when he got closer. The smile on his face was contagious. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a long hot k-ss on my l-ips. I giggled into his mouth, struggling to keep my hands from messing up his hair. The k-ss might have been hot, but it made me giggle because of the reason behind it.

When we pulled apart, he breathe out with a whistle. “You really are a good k-sser,” he laughed. “Your l-ips knows how to work my mouth,” he smirked, “and it knows how to work other things more.” I felt blood rush up my cheeks as I remembered what I did earlier. I clutched his heavy neck chain and buried my face into his chest. His chest was partly bare thanks to the deep V in his black shirt.

“Shut up.” I whined. His laughter boomed in my ears as it rumbled in his chest.

“How you get shy outside my bed is amusing. Bossy and fierce in bed, shy when I mention s€× outside,” I lifted my head but still clung to his necklace. “I like that,” his gaze went down to my chest, causing his smirk to w¡den. “But I love those even more.” I blushed furiously and pushed away from him, earning another round of laughter from him. He tugged at my hands, pulling me to my feet. “Come on, let’s dance. I wanna feel my smooth ass grinding against my hot d*ck.”

“Don’t be so blunt,” I complained as he pulled me along, walking backwards with my hands in his, “and you meant to say my ass, not yours.”

“No, I meant what I said when I said MY ass, not yours, mine. Baby, that big junk you loaded behind you is mine so it is my ass,” he let go of one hand and turned his body around, pushing a man out of his way. I shook my head vigorously to stop myself from blushing. He pulled me to the center of the dance floor where a little space was, twirled me around and slammed my back on his chest.

I giggled when he brought his l-ips to my ears. “Now, I know this is one of the things you are very good at, show me what you’ve got, babe.” That was all it took to throw me out of my comfort zone. I threw my hand backwards and held his neck, rolling my h¡ps to the song and grinding on him, just to get use to the song before it fully sinks into my blood. I might not be much of a dancer, but I knew how to make a man c-m in his p-nts when I want to. Now, I had the ass to assist me.

I soon got into the song, rolling around him, whining around his legs and just dancing like a stripper. We had a couple of drinks, danced again and then made out on a sofa. Rominic stood up to use the men’s room because he was pressed. I was having fun so far. I slide down the chair and laughed, feeling myself drown in euphoric and excitement.

“Does my eyes deceive me? Lavender?” I tilt my head upward to see who called my name. My eyes w¡dened. I can never forget those Caribbean blue eyes that haunted my dreams, haunted me day and night. I can never forget the porcelain skin I compared mine to, or that dark golden brown hair. I can never forget the bitch that caused me so much pain.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Peyton Quinns.

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To be continued.

❤️💚 Authoress Kem-Bee 💚❤️