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Chapter 22Christian: No RegretsSaturday morning. One week and one day, the countdown to leaving the island for Chelsea had begun. It had me feeling weird inside. That morning as I lay on top of her with my dick deep inside of her listening to the sound of her moans grow louder, I knew that I had to make a move on what I had been feeling.Every night she had been sleeping in Stefano’s bed. I approached Stefano and asked if he had a thing for Chelsea. He admitted that he liked her but still had feelings for his ex and that he wasn’t ready for a full-time girl.I was ready. And she was what I wanted. She and I started spending more time together away from the others learning more about each other. She started sleeping in my bed at night.As I stared into her perfectly shaped brown eyes there was no way I felt any remorse about what I had done days ago. Chelsea needed a man that appreciated her. One that saw the value in her. One that would be true to her. One that would only share her with a select group of friends.She needed a man like me. With me, she would be safe. She would be loved. She would feel the comfort and acceptance of my family and friends. I kissed her mouth slowly as I dug deeper, “Chelsea, mamita.””Yes?””I want you to be my girl.”For a moment she looked into my eyes and slowly, her dimples formed and I knew it was a, yes. She nodded. It was fast but I convinced her that it was time to move on from her toxic past and look forward to a Anadolu Yakası Escort bright future.I suckled her nipples one after the other. I was in heaven as I worked her pussy over with long deep thrusts. One hand caressed my back as the other gripped my ass. She threw her hips up taking on more of me not allowing me to move much. She was coming hard on my dick and I loved it.Her body shuddered and she grunted and gasped. Her walls had a tight hold on my shaft. Slowly I felt her muscles relax. I began to stroke at a nice tempo until I burst. We lay kissing for several moments. I heard a knock on the door. I knew it was Asif. I had asked him to give me a chance to be with Chelsea alone that morning.Since I had what I wanted, I was happy to let him enter to savor a sweet bit of my new love. The door opened. I pulled from her drenched center. He entered wearing nothing. His rod was pointed and ready. I nodded as he climbed into bed.He asked Chelsea to roll over onto her belly. He pushed his way inside from behind. I got to watch him make love to my woman as he had watched me many times make love to his. Her right hand reached back and played in his hair and he drilled with all of his might. I saw how his pelvis pressed against her juicy ass.Chelsea looked amazing. She looked at peace. I knew I had done the right thing. She didn’t need to be bombarded with the fuckery of her ex.That day she and I were hanging Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan out by the falls, and I saw her cell phone light up with an email from her ex with some sob lame-ass story. At first, I was not going to delete the message but then as I was about to set the phone down, something startled me and I accidentally hit delete forever.My heart beat insanely. Every day, I waited for her to say something about her ex emailing her again but she didn’t mention anything. I figured that was a sign that an us was possible; an us was inevitable.As Asif drilled faster and bit her neck emptying into her, I knew that everything that happened was designed to bring her and me closer together.I even convinced her to fly into Orlando for a week. I changed my plans to leave the island early. I wanted time to cultivate what I had been building with Chelsea on the island.Asif was done. He left the room. She went to the bathroom to clean herself. Me, I posted a few pictures of us on my social media accounts hashtag, “me and bae in paradise.”Chapter 23Ashton: Not My ChelseaAfter, I sent Chelsea that email, I just knew I’d get a phone call. I mean, not right away but at least after twenty-four hours of thinking about what we shared. After days of not hearing from her, I finally realized that I missed out on the best thing that I had ever had.I was at the barber shop getting myself right. I needed Escort Anadolu Yakası to go hang out. I had started hanging with another one of my friends because Mick had gotten caught up with Elise. I couldn’t believe he was actually into that chick even after I told him about what she had done.Now the barbershop wasn’t too packed on a Tuesday afternoon. So, a lot of the barbers were sitting in their workstations scrolling through social media waiting on clients to walk through the door. This one guy in particular that had his chair next to my barber named Armando was on the phone. Normally, I don’t listen to people’s conversations especially if they’re speaking another language.The dude spoke fast in Spanish to somebody on the phone, “Ay primo, miraste tu fotos en Facebook, quien es esa chica? Tu novia. Come se llama? Chelsea.”As soon as I heard that name, my ears perked up. I didn’t speak Spanish fluently but I knew enough to figure out this dude was dating a girl named Chelsea that lived in Tampa. That had my neck on fire. Who the fuck is this dude? And was this my Chelsea? It couldn’t have been.I looked over at the dude’s barber license and saw his full name. I found him on Facebook. He didn’t have a lot of friends on there and his page wasn’t set to private. I went through all the dudes on his friend list and checked out as many pages as I could as I got my hair cut.After I paid, I went to my car and sat for another hour until I came upon this dude named Christian Munoz, a pretty boy with light eyes. “Fuck,” I said to myself. I scrolled down his profile and saw pictures of him with my Chelsea.I could have set everything on fire. My insides churned. This wasn’t happening. Was she cheating on me with this dude? I asked myself. I started my car and headed to her friend Lisa’s.
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