Chapter 25

The young and handsome Darwin was below Cyrene—literally.

            “Is it too rough, honey?” Cyrene asked. She was panting, gasping for breath as she moved her body up and down, slow then swift into his young flesh.

            Darwin was smiling, and moaning the entire time. He never knew that paradise existed until Cyrene’s lap dance. Until this moment.

            Unable to resist, he squeezed her breasts that made Cyrene utterly mad. His two hands slid down. And down. Until he reached her waist, in which he gripped it tightly with his two hands. He dug deeper in her core with his sheer blade. Cyrene barked a curse at his sensation.

            “You’re a fast learner, babe,” she remarked. But Darwin only smiled. No, not smiled. He grinned—in a malicious way.

            Two bodies become one. Two voices sang in the tune of pleasure.

            “Here comes the horse rider!” Little Darwin shrieked. So as Cyrene, as she reached the peak of this sensual convergence.

***

  “Fuck! I never knew you were wild, dearest.”

            Darwin looked up at Cyrene, who was blowing his horn as soon as they ended their dance—a primeval dance that their ancestors casually made for reproduction.

            Cyrene smiled at the handsome young Darwin. Even he himself couldn’t believe that they’ll end up cuddling in her bed amidst the thunderstorm outside. One minute he was crying for his mother’s death anniversary. Then, in just a blink of an eye, poof! He was now inside Cyrene, and she liked it. Loved it, if he were to be honest.

            “I hope that we do this again soon, Darwin.” Cyrene stated, more of a plea to him as she wiggle her round, melon-sized breasts—with his meat between her cleavage.

            But Darwin immediately leaped as soon as he heard his father’s car approaching.

            “Shit! Dad’s here!” But Cyrene didn’t move, nor blink. She just licked her fingers that bear his snake’s milk. “So what? It’s just your father.”

            Frustrated, he grabbed his undergarments and pants and immediately wore them.

            “Relax, Darwin,” she said. “Besides, your father will be more joyous if he saw you sucking my tits.”

            A spider’s smile, that’s what he can say about Cyrene’s grin. With no choice, and his young-but-huge sword still hard down there, he gave in to her temptation. Opening his mouth widely, he devoured Cyrene’s tits while he fondled the other.

            Darwin could hear his father’s footsteps climbing up the stairs. He counted the steps as his mouth was on her breasts. Cyrene moaned loudly, which made him cover her mouth in order to not alert his father that he’s in their maid’s room.

            Sighing with relief, his father’s steps faded and Darwin calculated that it’s towards his room. Suddenly, Cyrene let go of his hand. And as he kissed and sucked and played with her other boobs, she moaned loudly. Loudly.

            Darwin panicked and pushed the sitting Cyrene into her bed. He was now on top of her, barely unclothed. He kissed her, softly. Then passionately.

            “Keep quiet,” he whispered in his ears as he bit the tip of Cyrene’s ear.

            “I won’t,” she breathed. Darwin halted tracing kisses from her temples down her tits.

            “Fine,” he countered. Giving up, he grabbed his shirt and quickly covered his upper torso.

            But Damon Gray barged in as soon as he was about to turn the doorknob, making Darwin’s face wholly startled.

***

“Father…I…”

            But Damon just smiled. At Darwin, and Cyrene.

            “I suppose you already know how to please a woman from now on, son.”

            “What?!” He looked at his father, then to the maid. “You set me up?” The two nodded.

            “Now, move along son...Your time is over. It’s daddy’s turn to do our maid,” Damon winked—sexily.

            Before he could behold Cyrene’s face, Damon already slammed the door shut, making Darwin wonder if all women are like Cyrene.

***

“You’re wet again, darling Darwin.”

            Darwin looked to his country house’s door as soon as he got out of his bloody red car.

            “It’s raining. Obviously,” he bluntly stated,

            Though in her late thirties, Darwin was surprised why Cyrene was still youthful as ever. And sexy as hell.

            “You look as if you’ve been possessed by the God of Anger.”

            “I am,” he replied. He sighed as he tried to divert his eyes from her, “I need a drink.”

            Grinning, she handed a green-colored towel to him and said, “One glass of vodka coming right up!”

***

“So…” Cyrene poured herself another glass of that alcohol before replying, “You’re telling me that your fiancée cheated on you with his bestfriend? Pretty common, huh.”

            Darwin glared at her accidentally. “She CHEATED on me on a much uglier creature and you tell me it’s pretty common?”

            Cyrene gulped down her drink in a blink. “Women have a weird sense of taste, Darwin. Some of us prefer exotic, if you know what I mean.”

            Miraculously, Darwin smiled at her joke. “You’re the best maid I ever had, Cyrene.”

            She cackled. “Indeed I am. Not to mention that you lost your virginity to me.”

            “You’re not a virgin at that time?” he asked.

            “No. During my first night as a nude model in an art class, the professor fucked me right after saying ‘Class Dismissed’.”

            Darwin laughed at that. “I can’t blame the professor. You truly are a sex goddess. The epitome of carnal desires.”

            “Such poetic words for a drunk man you are.”

            “Why not? My fiancée cheated on me. My stepmother ensnared me. Her niece lusted after me. Am I some sort of a reincarnation of Adonis or something?” He hoisted his glass and they both clinked their drinks.

            “They say lust is an emotion, not a reaction.” Cyrene started. “For me, it’s both.” 

            “Keep going.” Darwin waved a hand.

            “It doesn’t mean a woman tells you that she loves you, she really did. Love has different forms, so as sex. You can have sex with someone out of frustration, out of sport, or out of love. Sometimes all of the above. But in the right person, you no longer use the word sex or fuck. You use the term ‘make love’, as the two of you are indeed in love.”

            “You once said having sex with different men is fun,” he countered.

            “Indeed it is. But the consequences of it…it’s not.” Darwin nodded at Cyrene’s statement. She seemed serious, utterly. She was speaking all along without her silver gray eyes unto him. Instead, it was away from him. As if she was reminiscing about something.

            Darwin set aside his vodka glass. “Have you ever been in love, Cyrene?”

            Cyrene abruptly whipped her head to him. “Yes. Sadly.”

            “Why ‘sadly’?”

            “I never had a chance to say it before he left the country. I don’t even know if he’s arrived here yet.”

            Darwin had this strange feeling that he knew who she was referring to. “My father just arrived last month.”

            Cyrene’s eyes widened. “How did you know it was him?”

            He smiled, a grin that reached his eyes as he brushed a hand to his hair. “That rainy day was the day I lost my virginity to you, I listened outside as soon as dad slammed the door shut in my face.”

            She giggled. “Keep going.”

            “When I was with you, all you did was moan and say ‘fuck yeah’. But, when you were with my father, all you muttered the entire time was his name—along with a couple of ‘I love you’, ‘keep going, Damon’…”

            A tear fell from Cyrene’s eyes. Sadness became longingness. Snow became cherry blossoms. Lust turned to love. Finally, a dash of light on her life, and she thanked him for realizing that her heart belongs to the man he called father. 

“You’re smart, Darwin.”

            He hoisted a brow and waved a hand as he finished his vodka.

            “I’m pretty sure your Minerva didn’t cheat on you.”

            He halted. “How can you be so sure?”

            Cyrene looked at him directly, sternly. “You said when this particular Lushan said ‘I loved you’ to Minerva, she just smiled.”

            “That’s right,” Darwin took a hold of himself to not punch the wooden table. “What of it then?”

            “If a woman reciprocates her feelings, she doesn’t just smile. She says it back, she says ‘I love you’ in return.”

            And, like a diamond in the sky, he realized. Cyrene was right. Perhaps he had mistaken them. Perhaps Lushan only meant those three precious words for his and Minerva’s friendship. Nothing more, nothing less.

            Looking at Cyrene, and smiling at her, he dialed his father’s number. “Cyrene wants to see you, dad.”

            Cyrene fell to the ground, smiling. But she was silently crying, as the most unexpected of tears are the ones that bring you joy.