FREE SOULS

The same reason as mine? Well, I had a jerk who broke my heart. I was in a relationship but with him? I don't remember him saying he was in a relationship except about that arranged sh*t he tried explaining.


"But..." I start, but he cuts me off.

"I told you, right? This beauty was reserved for someone who didn't value it. I waited and waited while she was out there having leisure, relishing life, and maybe screwing every jerk she came upon. We are done now. Whatever arises, I have closed that chapter with her. It's that simple, Ellie."

He looks wounded. That must have hurt him deeply. I sympathize with him, although my heart is performing a twerk dance inside. It's becoming so naughty, you know. If he is free and I am free, which I so damn am because nothing ties me, then there is hope for us, right? We are free and compatible enough to make our own fate. We are free to marry, build a home, and live a happy life.


Opsjawline! Marriage?

Deep sigh!


Then again, I went and said I should stop hoping, but I am taking that back now. I want to hope. It is not a crime, and it does not hurt at all.

Looking at him, he looks lost some miles away. "You loved her this much?" I implore, cupping his face, our eyes flickering into each other, mine rummaging for the truth in his.

He smirks bitterly. "It was an entanglement. We were bound together by something so strong, but it wasn't love. Never was love. We never met. I just wish she dared to set me free much sooner," He explains.

I nod my head, stroking his jawlines while his hand plops to my chest. It just plunged, but he chose to rest it there, nuzzling my nipple under the fabric. Lost in his world of pain. Does he even know what he is doing? I doubt. That bitch really messed him up, presumably; otherwise, he wouldn't be this lost. This pain in his deep pools wouldn't be so evident.

My heart stops its nonsensical twerking. It becomes faint and heavy, about to bleed from his pains. It hurts me to see him this way, perhaps because his situation is so similar to mine. But at least this ghost woman of his set him free, unlike me, who does not know what her ghost betrothed thinks right now. But he said that something so strong brought them together. What was it? That seems deeper than the mere agreement my father had with the Ricafortes. Mine was something so simple that the two parties could have called quit with so much ease and nothing would have been affected. But no, they chose to push me to the edge, and I hope they learned their lesson

"So... There is no probability of you two reconciling?" My curiosity speaks.

He shakes his head, and a faint grin flickers on my face. "No. I'm just done," He breathes out a deep sigh. My heart, come on now! You just can't keep cheering on every crazy idea my brain conveys. "And you? Does that jerk still have a chance with you?"

Meh! Suddenly, the thought of Leo makes me want to puke. The mere thought of him disgusts me to the core. How can I have something with that lying, disgusting jerk? Someone who brought my step-sister to my own bed and fucked her there? I would be such a shameless, stupid bitch to even consider forgiving him. Never! Leo Theodore is a closed chapter. Done and dusted!

And about the ghost betrothed of mine, I am also so done and dusted! And my poor Damian does not need to know about him. He is not even worth mentioning.

"Of all the jerks in the world, Damian, I can never exonerate the one who screwed someone else in my house and on my bed. I would be the filthiest shabby bitch in the whole world to take such a man back, which I am definitely not," I state with all honesty and hostility.

His smile ignites a flicker of liberation within me. It's a smile that speaks volumes—one that acknowledges the shared freedom we are both reveling in. 'Then I suppose we are free to do whatever we please with each other? Nothing is tying us, anyway," his words, delivered in that deep, resonant voice, resonate with truth, echoing through the confines of the car and reverberating within my soul.

As he slopes my back against the car, his weight pressing against me, there is an undeniable sense of surrender, yielding to the intensity of the moment. His proximity is electrifying; his presence is both comforting and arousing as he leans atop me, pressing me between his body and the car. I honestly can't tell what he is thinking, but do I care? No! He is one person I can follow even to hell without minding. He is one person I can sin with and still feel like a saint. If he is a sin, then I don't want to know the opposite of it.

"We are, Damian," I manage to utter amidst the haze of desire, MY breath catching in my dry throat as his hand ventures beneath my clothing. The sensation of his touch against my sensitive skin sends shivers down my spine, awakening every nerve and ending to his caress.

As his lips meet mine in a fleeting peck, the connection between us intensifies, igniting a spark that refuses to be extinguished. I let out a soft moan against his lips as my body arced towards him in silent invitation.

The peck deepens into a kiss—a slow, languid exploration of each other's mouths that sets my senses ablaze. It is like a dance of tongues and lips, a symphony of desire that builds with each passing moment. And I savor it, relishing every passing second and letting my wants of him be known both to him and the heavens. The heat surrounding us becomes all-encompassing, drowning out the world around us as we lose ourselves in the flames of passion that consume us both.