The Last Kiss
Enrico
Ignoring Rachel had never been so challenging, yet it became a clear necessity after her behavior the previous night. She tried to blackmail me to get something she wanted, although I still haven't fully understood what it is. I'm sure she'll reveal her plans soon.
However, as I discreetly watched her leave the kitchen and noticed the dejection on her face due to the cold way everyone treated her, my distress intensified.
"We should plan to go out together," I commented to the girls who worked in my house. "You seem to have a lot of fun every time you go out together. What do you think?"
I was just trying to make conversation and pretend to feel an excitement that was far from what I felt, but Kylie and Emma seemed so excited about my suggestion that I thought maybe it was a good idea.
Lindsay, however, had been strangely quiet since joining us in the kitchen, which was quite unusual for her and immediately drew attention to her figure. At another time, I would try to talk to Lindsay and find out if something had happened to her the night before that was causing her to act that way.
At that moment, I had more urgent plans in mind, like the idea of daring to confront Rachel and torturing myself emotionally a bit. I seized the opportunity when my father and Lindsay were heading to the garden, where Joseph usually spent his mornings due to the English summer, which brought less chilly days than usual. This provided me with the chance to speak with Rachel privately, without interruptions.
Lindsay asked me if I wasn't going with them, seeing that I was going in the opposite direction. I replied without hesitation, "In a few minutes."
Perhaps I would take a little longer than that, I thought as I set off to find Rachel. However, I couldn't find her in her room, nor was she in any of the rooms in the house. I had no idea where she could be, and I didn't want to ask the staff to avoid drawing attention.
As I returned to the hallway where her room was located, I had the idea to check the laundry room, although I doubted she would be there. To my surprise, I was mistaken when I saw Rachel squatting, busy putting clothes in the washer. This brought a playful smile to my lips.
"You're doing laundry?" I asked, feigning surprise in my voice.
Rachel jumped in surprise at the sound of my voice, dropping some pieces she was holding. Quickly, I picked them up from the floor and handed them to her, feeling somewhat surprised myself. It was a set of cotton pajamas, quite different from what I imagined she would wear to sleep.
"What's the problem?" Rachel asked, taking the clothes from me with evident irritation.
"No problem at all..." I replied with an ironic smile. "I just imagined you'd wear silk to bed."
Rachel didn't respond to me but shot me a glare before turning away and tossing the remaining pieces into the washer.
"I wear what I consider appropriate for each situation," she explained, sounding upset. "After all, I'm just a maid in this house, and I must act accordingly."
Rachel set the wash cycle and headed to the dryer, pulling out various pieces of clothing and starting to sort them.
"Is this your way of saying you want to be more than a maid, Rachel?" I asked with annoyance.
Was I now a suitor worthy of Rachel, and did she wish for me to take her in, so she wouldn't have to be a maid anymore?
"No, Enrico," she denied with a hurt look. "I'm just stating a fact."
I hadn't reached a definitive conclusion about what Rachel wanted from me, and my confusion about what I wanted from her was evident. However, one thing was always clear in my mind: I desired her deeply.
I walked over to where she was sorting clothes and held her arms to interrupt her task, causing her to look directly at me.
"What do you want, Rachel?" I asked with a harsh tone. "Do you want to stop being a maid to become the mistress of the house and wear your silk lingerie sets freely, is that it?"
"I didn't say that," she protested vehemently.
"But that's what I'm understanding."
"Let's change the question, then?" She asked with hostility in her eyes. "What do you want from me?"
It was a good question, one that I wasn't sure how to answer myself. However, I needed to decide at that moment: what did I want from Rachel, a selfish, self-centered girl willing to do anything to fulfill her desires?
"I just want fun," I declared with raw honesty. "No-strings-attached sex, no complications. That's it. If you want something beyond what I'm offering, it's better to stop here."
Rachel looked at me with distressed eyes, scanning my face agitatedly, as if searching for some strange sign in me.
"I don't want anything from you beyond what you've already done for me," Rachel replied bitterly, stepping away from me.
"Okay, then," I reluctantly accepted her decision.
I couldn't offer Rachel more than I had already tried, and she refused without hesitation. Now, the rules would be set by me, according to what I desired, as I was tired of her rejections.
However, thinking rationally was one thing, and acting according to reason was a whole different story. While my brain told me to turn my back and walk away, my body longed for just a little more of Rachel, even if it was just one last kiss.
I held her wrists, and despite her reluctant expression, she turned back to face me.
"What do you want, Enrico?"
I didn't respond with words; I just embraced her slender body and attacked her lips with eagerness and passion. All the longing and passion she awakened in me, defying all my rationality and always leaving me crazed with desire.
Rachel also seemed to feel the same way I did, as her arms clung tightly to my neck, and she sucked on my tongue while pulling off my shirt.
I mirrored her gesture, and soon her pointed breasts were pressed against my chest, making me even hornier and wanting to be inside her as fast as I could.
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