Once, my paranoid love

Derek’s attitude abruptly changed, and his eyes hardened as he fixed me with an intense gaze. “Who told you this?” he demanded his voice sharp and probing.

I hesitated, taken aback by his sudden shift in demeanor. “I… I overheard a conversation,” I replied cautiously. I hadn’t meant to pry into his family affairs, but the question had gnawed at me, and I couldn’t help but seek answers.

I couldn’t help but feel that I had ventured into territory that perhaps I shouldn’t have.

“I mean…” I began, searching for the right words. “I’m sorry, but I just heard. I mean, no one told me,” I explained, hoping to convey my genuine interest rather than any intrusion into his private life.

Derek’s expression softened, and he seemed to understand my intentions. He sighed, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. “I only had my mother,” he explained, his voice filled with sincerity. “You are now my entire world.”

His words caught me by surprise, and I couldn’t help but wonder at the depth of his feelings. Only me? What did he mean by making me his entire world?

Derek nodded, his gaze unwavering.

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I felt a rush of emotions wash over me, a sense of both responsibility and connection.

“I don’t have a brother or a father,” he added, his words echoing the loneliness that had marked his life until our paths had crossed.

**

In the dimly lit room, the air grew heavy with tension as Paul’s anger filled the space. His hand slammed against the wall repeatedly, and his voice carried a mix of desperation and rage.

“Elena, how could you kiss him?” Paul’s voice trembled with hurt and confusion. “Why did you kiss him since you kissed me so passionately at night? You always said no to me, but that night you accepted me from the bottom of your heart. So, what made you decide to abandon me? I love you more than your husband, Elena. You are all mine.”

His accusations hung in the air like a weighty confession of emotions long held in check. The intensity of his feelings and the rawness of his words left me feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Paul’s eyes, still filled with anger, bore into me as he interrupted with a fiery outburst, “Don’t you dare sleep with him, Elena!”

The room seemed to shrink around us, as the echoes of our complicated history reverberated in the dim light.

**

My heart ached as I looked into Derek’s eyes, seeing the hurt and confusion that my actions had caused. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, my voice filled with genuine remorse. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Derek’s anger seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of vulnerability. There was a part of me that wondered if he, too, carried something in his heart, something that had led him to confront me in such an emotional manner.

“If you want to share, you can tell me, Mr. Derek,” I offered, extending the same empathy.

Derek, husband, suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around me as if seeking solace and comfort. I didn’t resist, understanding that he might need my presence in that moment. “It’s okay,” I reassured him, my voice gentle and soothing.

I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, as I made a silent commitment to myself. I had to let go of my lingering attachment to the past and fully embrace my relationship with Derek. How would I treat him calmly when he loved me? It was an important question, and I knew it was time for me to find the answers. I touched and patted his head. “Don’t be sad, Mr. Derek,” I said to him, offering my support and understanding.

“Elena,” Derek whispered my name, his arms around me tightening in a firm embrace. I was trapped within his hold, unable to move even a fraction of an inch. His heated breath brushed against my skin, and the rhythmic beat of his heart echoed in my ears, both palpable reminders of the intensity of the moment.

My instincts kicked in, and I placed my hand on his shoulder, attempting to gently push him away. However, his grip was unyielding, as if he were determined to keep me close. His fingers trailed softly along my back, sending shivers down my spine, and I could feel the tension building between us.

Derek turned to face me, raising his head to meet my gaze. His eyes held a depth of emotion that left me breathless, my heart racing so hard that I struggled to catch my breath. I couldn’t help but wonder about his intentions, his desires.

Is he going to kiss me again? The thought crossed my mind, and I tried to avert my gaze, to avoid the intensity of his gaze. But it was too late. I felt his lips on my collarbone, a gentle, lingering touch that sent an electric shock through my body. My hands trembled so much that I couldn’t hold him at bay.

With deliberate tenderness, Derek gently lowered me onto the bed, his eyes locked onto mine. The room seemed to close in around us, the air charged with unspoken desires and a palpable tension that neither of us could ignore.

I swallowed hard, struggling to find my voice as I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and in that moment, the boundaries that had once separated us seemed to blur.

I knew that I had to make a choice, to either embrace the connection that was growing between us or to pull away and hold onto the past. It was a decision that carried the weight of consequences, and I could feel the gravity of it pressing down on me.

My entire body quivered, and a cold sweat broke out across my skin. It was as if a storm had erupted within me, and I could feel the heat rising to my face. Everything around me seemed to lose its brightness, fading into the background as my senses were overwhelmed.