Reconciled – Part l

She strolled out, phone in hand, and sought a quiet balcony.
"What do you want Owen?" In a bitterly cold tone, she inquired.
"Ophelia! You answered the phone!" On the other end of the telephone, an astonished and relieved voice came through.
"I am very busy; state your reason for calling and be off."
"I'd like to see you, Ophelia. Let's talk things out. I'm not going to be able to go on without you." He pleaded with her fervently, but his words fell on deaf ears. The only thing on her mind was her father and his health.
"You think you can just barge in and hash things out after dumping me over text while my father was fighting for his life in a hospital room?" In an aggressive tone, she scoffed.
"I had no idea Mr. Jade had a stroke! I had no idea what a total mess you were in!"
"Look, Owen, I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this-"
"Ophelia, please! My excuses, no matter what I say, will not justify my actions. I was wrong, and I acted wrong. Please, though, give me another chance. Please give us another chance. I want to be there for you through it all. Please let me redeem myself. Let me earn my apology." He pleaded desperately, and Ophelia's fist clenched. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, calming herself.
"I gotta go now."
"I understand, but please think about this. I loved you, I-I love you." In the end, his voice quivered, and she hung up the phone. Ophelia sighed as she leaned against the wall, her eyes closed. She exhaled and inhaled, gathering her thoughts before walking out of the small balcony and towards the room her father was in.

Ophelia was like an umbrella over her father, feeding him, taking him to physical therapy, tending to his every need, and ensuring that he recovered to his former self over the next few days.
Mason's eyes welled up with tears every time he realized how much his little girl had grown up. It felt like yesterday when he took her to school, her tiny hand clutching his pinkie. She was all grown up now, taking care of him the way he used to take care of her.
"I think you should go home right now," Mason suggested as Ophelia placed the bowl of soup on the side table.
"No, what if anything happens while I'm gone?" she said as she turned to face him.
"I'm feeling much better now, little dove. Aside from that, I'm in a hospital. There are doctors here who can revive me even if I stop breathing." Mason chuckled, but he stopped when he noticed the shadow over Ophelia's face.
"Stop saying things like that!" She said sternly, and he chuckled,
"Go home, sweetheart. Get some sleep in the comfortable bed. I'm sure your body has had enough of that uncomfortable couch." With a warm smile, he said.
"But Dad-" Ophelia whined, but her father cut her off.
"No buts, go home, get yourself some good food, and good sleep. The food and the couch here are both awful."
"Okay, fair enough. However, please call me if you have any discomfort or need anything!" She sighed.
"I will. Now get yourself home safely and come to see me tomorrow morning." He said this while opening his arms for a hug. Ophelia succumbed to the warmth of her father's protective arms and went out of the hospital after they said their goodbyes.

She walked to the nearest subway station with a soft melody blasting in her earphones. As she waited for the train, she leaned against a pillar. Her phone beeped, indicating that she had received a text message. When she opened the message, she saw it was from Owen. He had been sending texts and calling her daily, as per his statements, to check in on her. Sometimes she would respond, sometimes she would ignore him. But at times like this, when she felt particularly empty and alone, she would respond to him. She texted him back and slid her phone into her pocket as the train arrived and she boarded it, standing by the metal door she waited for it to drop her off at her destination.



Onyx's hand threw open the bedside table drawer, grabbing a condom, ripping the packet, and sliding it on his hardened member. While the fingers of his other hand savagely f*ucked the woman under his mighty body who was a whimpering and moaning mess. He yanked them out the instant he felt her clenching around his fingers. The woman whimpered and stared at him with her dissatisfied and annoyed eyes. She was about to complain but was shut down when Onyx shoved the fingers coated in her juice in her mouth. His other hand stroked his manhood while she gauged sucking and tasting herself on his fingers.
He placed himself at her opening and entered her in a swift motion without delay. His huge member strained her, causing her back to arch in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

He groaned as he began pounding into and out of her before her body could adjust to his length. As the pleasure overtook her body, her back arched, her luscious breasts touching his toned chest with every thrust, and her hands clutched the bedsheet for dear life. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth as his hand grabbed her hair and pulled her head back toward the bed. The sound of high-pitched moans and whimpers filled the room, and as though it bothered him, he let go of her hair and shoved his thumb in her mouth, quieting her moans.
He hammered into her while taking every ounce of pleasure her body could provide. He grabbed her right leg and lifted it up to his shoulder as he slid all the way into her and began pounding like there was no tomorrow. The woman was utterly at his mercy and all she could do was scream in response to the pleasure he was providing her. Her hand reached over his body, her fingers sliding gently over his toned muscles. He turned his head to her and yanked both her wrists away from his body, pinning them over her head.
He didn't make love to her, but he f*ucked her hard! As he aggressively pounded into her, the room was filled with sulking and moaning. He felt himself reaching his climax.
"C*um with me." In his deep raspy voice, he commanded and felt her wall tighten around his member. With a few more thrusts, he cried out as she reached her climax followed by a satisfied groan from him as they rode down their climaxes, and he pulled himself out of her.
His hand released her wrists and let go of her leg, as he moved down from the bed and walked into the bathroom. He cleaned himself up, walked out, pulled on his boxers, and grabbed a glass of scotch. He stood by the huge glass window overlooking the beautiful city, slowly sipping the liquor down to soothe his throat.

The woman got out of bed and walked behind him. Her hands slowly enveloped Onyx from behind, and she placed her head on his muscular back with a satisfied happy smile.
"I love you, Onyx." She confessed in a low, innocent voice, and he just tipped his head back, glancing at her. He turned his sharp browns back towards the bright city and sipped his liquor.