Once, my paranoid love

Please follow me



Derek’s grasp on my throat was firm but gentle, not intending to suffocate me. His kiss was an intense whirlwind that swept away any awareness of whose air I was breathing. The passion in his kiss weakened me, and willingly, I became more engrossed in the moment.

As our lips danced, I unraveled the fastenings of his collar, my fingers tracing along the contours of his neck. In response, Derek slowed the rhythm of his kisses, intertwining our hands while locking eyes with me.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. My control was slipping, and I found myself drawn into the magnetic force of our connection. A quick glance at his buttons stirred something within me.

A heated, pleasant voice interrupted our passionate exchange. “Are you okay?” Derek inquired, his gaze burning into mine.

Chewing my lower lip nervously, I pressed my forehead against his shoulder. The overwhelming surge of emotions left me grappling with the uncharted territories of my feelings. His fingers traced the back of my neck, gently moving my hair aside, and I instinctively clutched his shirt.

The heat in my ears and cheeks was palpable. His touch, a gentle reassurance, sent shivers down my spine. In that moment, I found myself questioning-was I, too, falling in love with him?

“Did I bother you, girl?” Derek’s voice reached my ears.

I shook my head, indicating that he hadn’t bothered me.

Without another word, Derek pressed his lips against my neck, leaving a wet and lingering kiss. The sensation sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but acknowledge that Derek was fully aware of the effect he had on me. It was frustrating; he knew the impact of his actions, yet I found myself unable to resist.

Derek, with his alluring presence, made it challenging for me to navigate my emotions. Did I want him to love me? Was I willing to choose this path despite the complications?

My thoughts spiraled, and I wished he could understand the unspoken words etched on my face. Did I need to explicitly express my desires, or could he read between the lines? In this dilemma, one truth emerged-I had to choose a path, and that path was Derek.

As a wife, I recognized my responsibilities. My duty extended beyond just companionship; it involved understanding and fulfilling the needs of my husband.

“Derek,” I finally spoke, taking a deep breath. My arms instinctively wound around his neck, drawing him closer.

“Come back home quickly. Tonight, I’ll be eagerly waiting for you,” I whispered sweetly in his ear.

Derek’s point of view.

Elena’s words lingered in the air, unexpected and weighty. I stood there, eyes widened in surprise, trying to comprehend her. She had never expressed such sentiments before, and the novelty of her words caught me off guard.

As I attempted to step back, Elena maintained her smile, infusing a touch of humor into her serious tone. “Don’t you dare show yourself here late at night, and don’t make me wait too long. It’s not good for a pregnant woman, you know.”

Her unexpected declaration left me caught between surprise and amusement.

“Do you understand what I mean? If you are late, I will punish you,” she stated firmly.

Still processing the sudden change in dynamics, I managed a measured, “O-OK, darling, I’ll be here soon.”

I attempted to leave, but Elena’s grip on my hand halted my departure.

“Where are you going?” she questioned, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

“I-I’m taking my leave, honey,” I replied with a tentative smile.

“Then let me accompany you,” Elena suggested, taking the lead as she guided me downstairs.

As she walked me to my car, I found myself deep in thought. Elena’s gestures of a devoted wife often left me feeling conflicted. Was she doing this willingly, or was there an underlying pressure?

In a moment of introspection, Elena called my name, “Derek.” The sound of her voice interrupted my contemplation, prompting me to focus on her once again.

Elena’s point of view.

After escorting Derek to his car, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.

“Derek,” I called out, seeking clarity.

He looked at me, surprise flickering in his eyes. “Yes?” he responded.

“Are you all right?” I pressed, trying to discern the underlying emotions.

A subtle nod and a light smile were his responses. However, his distant gaze conveyed that he was preoccupied with something.

“You’re clearly thinking about something,” I observed.

In response, Derek chose to evade the question. Instead, he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead and assured, “Take care, honey. I will come back early.”

With that, his car rolled away, leaving me standing there with lingering uncertainty.

As I wandered through the garden, the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers failed to lift my spirits. There was a lingering sense of disquiet, a feeling that something required my attention.

Seated on a bench, I contemplated what I could do to make the night special for Derek. The challenge was to create something unique, a gesture that would convey the depth of my feelings for him. Lost in thought, I heard distant sounds emanating from behind the garden gate.

Curiosity compelled me to investigate. As I approached the gate, the muffled sounds grew clearer..

I noticed a girl attempting to enter but being stopped by the guards. I approached them and said, “Is everything alright? What’s going on with you guys?”

In front of me stood a shabbily-dressed young lady. “What’s the matter?” I inquired.

“Please don’t get too close, ma’am,” one of the guards cautioned. They explained that they didn’t know who she was.

“Keep your mouth shut. My name is Ela, and I used to work for your father,” she announced.

“I see,” I said, nodding. “What can I do to help you? My father is in poor health. So, please tell me,” I asked.

“Ma’am, I’ve come to offer you a present,” she said.

“A gift?” I inquired, slightly puzzled.

“Is it okay if I come in, ma’am?” she asked.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure about this unexpected visitor and her intentions. However, curiosity got the better of me. “Yes,” I finally replied.

As Ela stepped inside, she carried an air of secrecy that left me both intrigued and cautious. The guards exchanged glances, unsure about this unannounced guest. Ela, with a mysterious smile, continued to hold my attention.

“Please follow me,” I invited her, leading the way to a more private area where we could converse without unnecessary attention.

She approached me and handed me a box, saying, “Ma’am, here it is. Your dad placed an order for you, but he was unable to fulfill it. I also had no idea where you lived. As a result, I was unable to pass it on to you.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I took the box and opened it, revealing a jewelry box inside. As I opened the jewelry box, my eyes widened in surprise. There, nestled inside, was a delicate necklace with a pendant a letter “D.”

I asked, my brows furrowed, “What was the purpose of my father’s gift to you?”

“Sir did not give it to me, Ma’am,” Ela responded.

“He ordered it to be made for you when he was not sick, but he was unable to receive it. And Sir once informed me that his wife’s name was Diana, and he advised me to get a pendant ‘D’ because you adored your mother,” she clarified.

I was struck by a mix of emotions. My father had thought of this gift for me, and it held a connection to my mother, Diana.

What? This was something that my father wanted to give me. I seized the necklace, feeling the weight of its significance. My father’s thoughtful gesture to include my mother’s name in this gift spoke volumes about the depth of his love and the intricate connections he wished to preserve.

**

Paul touched the screen of his laptop and glanced at it. As he looked at the image of Elena displayed on his screen, a soft smile formed on his face.

“Elena, you’re getting more and more beautiful every day. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you from such a close distance. I’ll be seeing you every second starting today, Elena,” Paul thought, his feelings for Elena evident in his words.

Through the laptop, Paul listened as Elena expressed her gratitude to Ela.

“Thank you very much for giving this to me,” Elena said, her eyes glistening with tears. She held the jewelry box containing the necklace with the pendant “D.”

“I don’t know, my dad made this for me,” she continued, a mixture of emotions in her voice.

Ela reassured her, saying, “It’s all right, ma’am. Now I’m relieved.” With that, Ela swiftly left the place.

Elena smiled as she looked at the pendant, a tangible connection to her father. Overwhelmed with emotion, she put it on right away, feeling the weight of the pendant against her chest.

“Thank you, Dad, for your thoughtful present,” Elena whispered, expressing her gratitude.


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