I stared at Lukas as he walked away, heading to his room. A knot formed in my stomach, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me.
'Is he upset right now?' My brows furrowed in confusion. What was he upset about? I had already told him that I met and talked with Jake. It wasn't as if we had done anything more than that. I should be the one upset, fuming over the fact that I had to confront my past and the emotions that came with it.
I turned on my heel and headed back to my room, frustrated with him.
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Stella and Lukas had been in the midst of a silent war for days. It all started with a misunderstanding which eventually led to the silent treatment. Both of them were too proud to apologize, and as the days passed, the tension between them grew thicker, almost suffocating.
Despite the coldness that had settled in their home, they still cooked for each other. It was a strange dance they performed—preparing meals in silence, stealing glances that lingered just a moment too long, and feeling the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.
But the most difficult part was the absence of intimacy. Their bodies, which had grown accustomed to making love almost every day, were now left yearning for each other. The physical distance was palpable, and they could feel the ache of longing deep within them. When one of them wasn't around, they would resort to pleasuring ourselves, trying to fill the void that the other had left. But it was never the same. The pleasure was fleeting, a mere shadow of what they shared together.
Stella lay on her bed, her body flushed with desire. She couldn't help but think about Lukas and the way he used to touch her. His hands, his mouth, the way he would make her body sing with pleasure. She missed him, but her pride wouldn't let her admit it.
She reached down, her fingers finding the wetness between her legs. She began to rub slow circles, her mind filled with thoughts of Lukas. She slipped a finger inside herself, moaning softly as she began to move it in and out.
In the other room, Lukas was doing the same. He couldn't stop thinking about Stella and the way she used to ride him. Her moans, her sighs, the way she would dig her nails into his back. He missed her, but his pride wouldn't let him admit it.
He wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking it slowly as he thought about Stella. He imagined her on top of him, her pussy wet and tight around his cock. He imagined her moaning his name as she came, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Stella increased her pace, her fingers moving faster and faster. She imagined Lukas inside her, filling her up, making her feel whole. She imagined his dick twitching as he came, his hot load filling her up.
Lukas' hand moved faster, his strokes becoming rougher. He imagined Stella's pussy clenching around him, milking him dry. He imagined her moans becoming louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
Suddenly, they both came, their bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms. They lay there, panting and spent, their minds still filled with thoughts of each other.
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One day, I reached my limit. This persistent cold had been bothering me for days, and no matter what I did, I wasn't getting any better. Frustrated and exhausted, I reluctantly decided to call the family doctor, hoping he could help.
Not long after, the doorbell rang. I got up slowly, my body feeling weak, and went to open the door.
"Miss Marquez, long time no see," he greeted, a polite smile spreading across his face.
I gave him a lazy nod as I opened the door wider and shuffled back to the sofa, sinking into its cushions. "Max," I greeted him, trying to muster some enthusiasm.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him as he walked towards me. "Wow, you're looking worse than usual," he said, opening his bag to retrieve his stethoscope. "How come you're sick again?" he asked, concern flickering in his eyes.
This is exactly why I didn't want to call him. I muttered, "I have a cold, and it seems like I'm not getting any better."
He raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. "When did this start?"
"About a week now," I replied, feeling a bit sheepish. I should have called him sooner, but I had hoped it would pass on its own.
Without warning, he softly smacked the back of my head, and I shot him a glare. "What was that for?" I protested, rubbing the spot where he had hit me. Should I report him to Lukas for this?
"That's because of your stupidity," he scolded me softly, crossing his arms. "You should have called me sooner so I could have administered proper medication right away."
I muttered a quiet grunt and didn't say anything as Max continued with his series of tests, his steady presence oddly reassuring despite my discomfort.
After completing the examinations, he looked at me with a peculiar expression, his eyes slightly squinted, as if he was puzzling over something. His face was serious but with a hint of amusement lurking beneath.
"What's wrong?" I asked nervously, feeling a flutter of anxiety about what he might say next.
Seeing my expression, he couldn't help but suppress a laugh. "Pfft! Hahaha, you should've seen your face!"
Confused and a little irritated, I reached out and lightly smacked him on the head. "Can you tell me your findings already, doctor?"
Max let out a soft cough, quickly shifting back into his professional demeanor. "Sorry about that. You're fine, just try not to overexert yourself, especially with sex. I didn't realize you two have such an active sex life," he added with a teasing grin, stopping himself from bursting into laughter.
My face instantly heated in embarrassment. I wished I could sink into the sofa and disappear. I shouldn't have called him here just to be teased about something so personal.
It's Lukas' fault in the first place! I rarely indulge myself, but because of him, my body had grown used to his touch. Now, I found myself craving him every night, leaving me with no choice but to satisfy myself in secret because we're still in a silent war.
"You can leave now," I mumbled into the cushions, burying my face in the sofa.
Max hesitated for a moment. "I still need to write a prescription for you," he said.
"Can you just tell me?" I pleaded softly, still not daring to look at him.
"Okay, have a good rest, and if possible... control your urges first. That means no sex until you're cured!" he said, his voice filled with amusement.
Without thinking, I grabbed a pillow and threw it in his direction. But he was already headed for the door.
"LEAVE! NOW!" I shouted, my voice muffled by the couch.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Just follow my advice—you can have sex again after your cold has gone, but try to take it slow so your body doesn't go into shock again."
I threw another pillow at him, but he was already out the door, laughing. The door clicked shut behind him, and I groaned, leaving me alone with my embarrassment. I dropped my head onto the couch, letting out a frustrated scream.
Just when I thought I was finally alone, the door creaked open again. I looked up sharply, annoyed.
"By the way, I'll be reporting this to Lukas. Bye now!" Max called out, with a mischievous grin on his face before disappearing once more.
I glared at the door, my heart racing at the thought of Lukas finding out about this conversation. "That bastard!" I muttered under my breath as I stood up to lock the door, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment.
I made my way to the kitchen to prepare some tea, hoping the warmth would soothe my throat and help me feel a little better. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I couldn't shake the feeling of frustration that lingered from my earlier encounter with Max.
I guess I had no choice but to avoid Lukas again until my cold subsided.
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Meanwhile, at the company, Lukas was busy holding a meeting when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Max, their family doctor.
He stood up, signaling everyone to continue the meeting, and stepped out into the hallway. "What?" he said, irritation creeping into his voice.
"Woah! Is that a way to greet your cousin?" Max replied, his tone light and teasing.
Lukas sighed irritably. Max was a cousin on his mother's side, and while he appreciated their family connection, he didn't have time for games right now. "Get to the point already," he said, trying to keep his frustration in check.
Max chuckled on the other line. "Relax! I just want to warn you not to overexert Stella too much."
His brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Geez, as someone who let her get a cold, you sure don't know anything," Max said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Max," Lukas warned, his patience wearing thin.