Once, my paranoid love

I gazed into his eyes, our faces inches apart. The intensity of the moment lingered, and I could sense the unspoken emotions between us.

“Elena,” he said, his voice filled with a depth of emotion that reached deep into my soul.

As his words caressed my ears, his hot breath brushed against my cheeks. But I was not about to let his words stand alone. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him on the lips once again, allowing our connection to deepen.

In response to my kiss, Derek gently lifted me, repositioning me so that we faced each other. His hands rested on my thigh, and the intensity of our gaze held the promise of a passionate moment.

Our closeness was electric, and the sensation of his fingertips slowly stroking across my thigh sent shivers of excitement down my spine. Goosebumps prickled my skin as his touch ignited a fire within me. I couldn’t help but moan softly in his mouth as we continued to kiss, our lips locked in a fervent dance of desire.

His fingers traced a path from my thigh to my belly, sending waves of sensation coursing through me. However, just as quickly as his fingers began their journey, Derek abruptly stopped kissing. I was taken aback and looked at him in surprise, unsure of what had transpired.

Confusion and desire mingled within me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had somehow made a mistake. Had I misread the signals between us, or was there something else on Derek’s mind?

“It’s your first stage, Elena. We won’t be able to do it,” Derek gently explained, his voice filled with consideration and understanding.

As I heard his words, I bit my lower lip, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Embarrassment washed over me, and I could sense it deep within me. It was a moment of vulnerability, as I had tried to make the first move, only to be met with an unexpected response.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice tinged with regret. Slowly, I rose from our intimate embrace, grappling with the intensity of the desire that had surged between us. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, a longing that transcended words.

Just as I was trying to regain my composure, the phone suddenly rang, shattering the passionate atmosphere that had enveloped us. Derek, with a swift motion, snatched up the phone.

“Hello,” he answered on the phone, his voice calm and composed. I watched as his facial expression shifted in a split second.

“Derek,” I said, curiosity and concern in my voice. Without a word, he placed the phone back down, his actions leaving me with a sense of unease.

“Who was it?” I inquired, wanting to understand the reason behind his sudden change in demeanor.

Derek’s response was vague, and he simply stated, “No one, darling, it’s bedtime. Let’s go.” His tone was gentle, and he took me in his arms once again, as if wanting to shift our focus from the unsettling phone call.

Despite his attempt to reassure me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease lingering in the air. Something about that call had affected Derek deeply, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there were unspoken concerns he wasn’t ready to share.

As he carried me into our room, I couldn’t keep my curiosity at bay. “Derek,” I began, my voice a mixture of affection and worry, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, love.”

He responded with a tender smile, his love for me shining in his eyes.

“I would love to hold you, honey,” he said, as if trying to divert our thoughts to a more comforting and intimate place.

On the other side of our story, the phone was thrown onto the bed by Paul. His voice carried a longing, a deep desire to reconnect with Elena after what felt like an eternity apart.

“Elena, I finally heard your voice after a long time,” Paul murmured, his words filled with a mixture of yearning and affection. He couldn’t help but express his overwhelming desire to see her, to hold her in his arms once more.

However, as Paul’s words lingered in the air, his demeanor took an abrupt turn. He turned his gaze towards Anne’s room, a sense of unease creeping in.

“All this is because of you,” Paul muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of resentment and frustration. He blamed Anne for the distance between him and Elena. But then, suddenly, a devilish smile spread across his face, casting a shadow over his earlier emotions.

With a newfound determination, Paul walked downstairs, his thoughts swirling with a plan. He found William engrossed in his work, unaware of Paul’s presence. Paul chose to remain silent, observing William’s actions.

Suddenly, Paul placed a glass of water on the table, and William was taken aback when he spotted Paul standing behind him. His surprise was evident, as he didn’t expect this unexpected act of kindness from his son.

William couldn’t help but inquire, “What are you doing?” The question was laced with a sense of curiosity and confusion, as if he couldn’t fathom the reason behind Paul’s sudden gesture.

In response, Paul offered a kind smile, a gesture that seemed to carry a deeper meaning. His actions conveyed a sense of care and concern, one that spoke of a desire to bridge the gap between them.

“Paul.”

Paul’s response was gentle and reassuring. “You’re working so hard, so why shouldn’t I help you?” With these words, Paul extended the glass of water to his father.

Paul didn’t stop there. He continued, “You should drink some water. I know my mother will never look after you.”

William accepted the glass of water, his heart heavy with the weight of their complicated past.

“I’m sorry,” Paul said, his voice tinged with remorse for the rift that had existed between them.

“I’m sorry, son,” William replied as he reached out and gently held Paul’s hand. His words were filled with regret and the desire for forgiveness.

“Because of my ignorance, your mom left me and married Han. Please forgive me,” William continued, his voice heavy with the burden of the choices he had made.

In response, Paul gave him a kind smile, a gesture of understanding and acceptance. The wounds of the past were deep, but in this moment, there was a glimmer of hope for a new beginning.

“I’m not telling you to regard me as your father,” William explained, a sense of humility in his words. “It’s fine if you want Han to be your father. I only wish to be your friend.”

Paul took his hand in his own, a symbolic gesture of reconciliation and connection. He murmured, “It’s all right, Dad. You chose this path only for the sake of my better future. I can understand now.”

William’s eyes reflected his gratitude, and he continued, “You know how helpless we were. I was unemployed at the time, and you’re aware of your mom’s demands, right? She enjoys living a lavish lifestyle. As a result, that was the only option.”

“Please don’t bring it up with Dad.” As Paul spoke, he retrieved a bottle of alcohol and presented it with a smile, offering his father an opportunity to share a moment of celebration together.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Wanna drink with me, Dad? I hope you are comfortable with it,” Paul suggested, his tone filled with warmth and a hint of nostalgia.

“Just take it as our first and last celebration of our reunion,” he added.

William, touched by his son’s gesture, lightly smiled and nodded. “Of course, Paul,” he replied, ready to embrace the opportunity to reconnect.

Paul poured a glass for his father and one for himself, marking the beginning of their unexpected alcohol party. As they shared the drink, their conversation flowed, and William exchanged stories, creating an atmosphere that felt like a long-awaited father-son reunion.

Over the course of an hour, as they continued to enjoy their drinks, Paul recognized that it was time to stop. “Dad, I think we shouldn’t drink anymore. We are done,” he said, sensing the limits of their celebratory moment.

William, who had a habit of drinking, agreed with a smile but seemed to be experiencing a touch of dizziness. “Yes, son, I also need to finish the work,” he replied.

Paul was about to leave, but then he did something unexpected. He approached William and embraced him.

Paul’s voice carried a sense of sincerity and remorse as he spoke, “Please forgive me, Dad.”

In response, William offered his son a friendly pat on the back, a gesture of acceptance and forgiveness.

He bid his son goodnight, their exchange ending on a positive note. “Good night, son,” William said, and Paul made his way to his room, closing the door behind him.

In the privacy of his room, Paul’s thoughts turned introspective.

As he shut the door behind him, he couldn’t help but reflect, “I’m completely aware of my mother’s greed. That is why I am trying to put an end to this.”

But who knows what is going to happen? What will happen next? What the dark thing is going to devour William?