A wave of immense, unexplainable joy surged through Josef's chest. Bella had just called him her boyfriend—an act that, though it was a lie, felt as real and powerful as truth. Her words, her choice to use his second name, ignited a warmth that spread through him, making him feel like the happiest man alive.
They had spent the night tangled together on her sofa—sharing pizza, laughter, and quiet moments of comfort. Even in her sleep, Bella's presence was intoxicating. Josef's heart fluttered with every beat as he lay there, content to be close to her.
When morning arrived, Josef awoke slowly, hesitant to disturb her. His face was buried in her strawberry-scented hair, and Bella's body was perfectly curled against his, spooning her softly. His arm, sore from being her pillow all night, was still wrapped around her, cradling her gently.
But then, his eyes widened in surprise. His other arm—his hand—was underneath Bella's shirt, cupping her breast. A thrill shot through him, and he froze, acutely aware of how comfortably she had slept in his embrace, her trust unquestioning.
Suddenly, an unexpected movement—Bella shifting in her sleep—caused her to face him. Her peaceful expression shifted as her eyes fluttered open, revealing soft, sleepy eyes. His lips brushed her forehead in a tender, lingering kiss.
What he hadn't expected was the gentle, insistent touch of her hands—cupping his chest, her fingers exploring with an unspoken desire. Her other hand moved down, slipping under his shirt, fondling his abs with quiet, slow intensity.
The heat between them became almost unbearable. Josef's breath hitched, heart pounding wildly. The temptation was overwhelming, and he knew he had to resist.
Carefully, he shifted, easing out from beneath her without disturbing her too much. His muscles protested from the effort, but he managed to slide quietly from the sofa.
He gently pulled the blanket over her, ensuring she remained warm and comfortable. Sitting up, he reached for a note he had prepared earlier—an excuse, a reason for his sudden departure.
With a soft sigh, he scribbled a quick message:
"Had to go to the office. See you." He actually had almost written a 'love you'.
He placed the note on the coffee table, took one last lingering look at Bella, and silently slipped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
As he stepped into the hallway, Josef's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting feelings—desire, restraint, hope, and uncertainty.
Josef stood silently on the lush fairway of the golf course, the early morning quiet broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. But inside, his mind was a storm—raging with thoughts of Bella, her warmth, her touch, and the undeniable pull he felt toward her.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and was suddenly approached by a familiar figure—Michael, his long-time friend and confidant.
"Surprised to see you here these days, Josef," Michael said, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He paused, eyeing him carefully. "Then, apparently, guests have been complaining—they say they keep seeing a fool smiling to himself all day. Are you high, Josef?"
Josef chuckled softly, a bright, carefree sound that seemed almost out of place. "Yeah, but it's a different kind of drug," he replied happily, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
Michael's eyes narrowed slightly, concern flickering beneath his teasing tone. "Hey, man. I had to remind you to slow down," he warned, though his words carried a tinge of jealousy. He knew why Josef was so happy—knew what he was hiding behind that grin.
"You still haven't told her your real intentions," Michael added, a trace of cruelty slipping into his voice. "You're just messing around, man. You're playing with fire."
Josef turned to face him, his expression suddenly serious, the glow of happiness dimming just a little. "Seriously, Mike? Can you just let me be happy for a while?" he shot back, voice gentle but firm.
He knew Michael was right—knew that deep down, he was just delaying the inevitable. The truth about his feelings, about what he truly wanted from Bella, hung in the air like a weight.
But for now, he chose to cling to this fleeting moment of peace, this fragile illusion of happiness. Because sometimes, that was all he had—the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could hold onto her a little longer before everything changed.
That night, the manor was bathed in a soft, warm glow as Bella entered Josef's bedroom carrying a bottle of champagne and a glass of red wine. Her face was luminous with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she approached him.
"Guess what?" Bella asked, her voice bubbling with joy.
Josef leaned back, a grin spreading across his face. "What?"
Bella's smile widened. "We did it. The prototype was working—highly successful! That's not all. This could change the world. Who would have thought that a girl like me could power high-powered machines—even a spaceship—with just this little invention!" Her enthusiasm was contagious, and she lunged at Josef, throwing her arms around him in a spontaneous, exuberant embrace.
Josef was supposed to feel elated, to share her happiness fully. But beneath the surface, a dark shadow loomed—an instinctual premonition that this moment marked the beginning of his doom. Yet, he pushed the thought aside, burying it deep within his mind.
All night, he listened to Bella's excited chatter, her voice animated as she recounted every detail of her breakthrough. They exchanged jokes, laughter spilling into the quiet night as if they were the best of friends. For a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away.
But amid the mirth, Josef's gaze kept drifting. His eyes kept flickering to Bella's silk nightdress—thin, short, clinging to her curves. Her plump breasts swayed with every movement, her nipples peaked subtly through the fabric, and he suspected she had forgotten to wear the matching shorts, only wearing her panties in her excitement.
The sight ignited a fierce, pent-up desire within him. His heart hammered in his chest, each beat echoing with longing and restraint. The manor was quiet, with only a few staff left—free for Bella to run around comfortably, unencumbered by protocol or worries.
To hide the rising tension, Josef reached for the wine, one glass after another, gulping down the rich, crimson liquid in an attempt to drown the storm of emotions inside him. Each swallow only heightened his internal struggle—an intoxicant that blurred the line between desire and guilt, hope and despair.
When Bella sat on his lap as they were resting against the headboard, already drunk, it seems that Josef couldn't handle it much longer. She cupped his face gently, smiling and blushing, whispering "I swear I'm not drunk" under her breath. Josef let Bella lead the ride. In an instant she plunged her lips against his, all hot and needy. Josef responded the kiss, plunging his tongue in her mouth, softly biting her lips. Bella was a little bit clumsy with her kisses as if it was her first time. She surprised him even more. Bella rode on her hardness with such potent need and attention. He kept his one busy cupping both her breasts with care and urgency, pinching her nipple at times that made her moan in desire. He traced the side of her face with wet, hungry, loud kisses; nibbling her earlobe down to the side of her neck - biting gently; all until I reached her collarbone. He knew someone was waiting for the kisses. Josef laid Bella on her back with her nightdress already stripped and on the floor. He had his eyes feasted her plump breasts and peaked nipples. He showered them with hot kisses equally. Bella writhed under him - moaning with no hesitations. He missed her stomach that he once kissed. He followed the trailed until he reached the treasure between her legs. He gently opened the thighs and took off her panties. There awaited him the wet and thick prize. He once looked up at Bella who is drunk in desire - biting her lips in anticipation. He opened her folds gently, caressed it with such care and expert motions. He never knew Bella could moan that loud. She wasn't like that before. Her knees were shaking hard from the sensation. Josef introduced one finger carefully and she was pretty like never been opened before; she already came. That puzzled Josef but didn't stop. He plunged his tongue and teased in one swift motion and Bella was instantly possessed. Is this from the pent up desire she kept all this time? he thought. Josef continued his expert moves, dives, and exploration. Bella might have already came five times. She was breathless and already spent. Josef didn't want her to die in her own desire and his selfishness. But then moments later, Bella muttered, "Can you put it in now?" When I didn't move in shock. She slowly rolled on top of me. "Please....Josef," she pleaded. Without hesitation, Josef rolled her on her back and crawled to the nightstand for some condom. In one instant motion, he was up and ready. He pulled Bella beneath and positioned himself. Slowly, he opened her thighs again, rubbed his rod on her folds, teasing her. He found the entrance and slowly dove in. Damn, she's pretty tight, he thought. Slowly and surely, he went in shallow - the warmth too overwhelming, the he, too, howled in delight. In contrast, Bella was moaning in pain. Josef was alarmed. "Mira, are you okay?" Bella furrowed her brows and nodded slowly. "Does the first time really hurt?" Bella asked unabashedly. First time? What is she talking about? Is she just drunk? Did she really forget? But she's super tight. I've been with a two virgins before and this is exactly what it felt like. Mirabella also told me before that he was her first, but didn't felt like it. He refocused his attention to Bella and assured her with a yes. He was barely in, actually. "Breathe in, darling," he guided Bella. "This would really hurt." Bella nodded, squirming. As he slowly, fully had his rod in, he felt an undeniable tear. That really raised some questions back in his mind but the pleasure overpowered his senses - the tightness, hotness, and pulsing, sent him to overdrive. "Just relax, darling," Josef consoled. When her insides relaxed, he smoothly went in back and forth. His lips never left hers, and until a few more thrusts - he reached his limits. Their breaths catching up on each other, echoed in the night until sleep came.