The Fragrance Of Desires

Entry 1.1

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Delia's POV

I was in grade 10 when I first saw Martha's father. It was the day when her mother died of cancer. I don't know, and I shouldn't be feeling that sudden urge to touch him. I know it's terrible, but the way his gaze darted on me, it seemed like I was drowning.

"So, what's your plan now?" Martha asked, "Are you going to find work in the city or here?" she added.

I sipped on the straw of my fruit juice. We're in their pool area and having a great time sitting in the lounge chairs.

"I don't know. Mom wants me to go to the city, but I told her I would ask you first. How about you?"

Martha arched her brow. "Why do you need to ask me? It's your choice. Besides, dad has his own company, and he told me to start working with the business. Since it's expanding," she replied, which made me sigh deeply.

"Yeah, Good for you, you're rich, and you have an amazing dad like Zayne," I replied and sipped on my straw again as I stared at the glimmering pool as the sun rays reflected into it. '

"Your mom has a boutique too. Why don't you help her?"

I arched my brow as I looked at her. "She doesn't want me. And can I ask a little favor?"

Martha nodded.

I bit my lower lip and smiled. "Does your dad in need of a sexy-tary-I mean secretary?"

Martha arched her brow and let out a playful smirk. "Don't tell me you're still into my dad?"

I pressed my lips and answered, "of course, NOT."

"Really?" Martha's voice seemed mocking as she bit her lower lip, restraining herself from laughing.

I scoffed. "Yeah. I'm already over him. It's not that you want me to be your stepmom," I replied and let out a fake chuckle.

Martha sighed. "Your age with my father has a twenty-years gap-"

"I know," I interrupted, "-but his face is younger. It seems like he's not in his forties," I replied.

"Girl, even if you like my dad. I'm sure he will not look down on you. You see, he's busy with his company, and he told me he doesn't want to find another woman-that he will not love another woman except for my late mother," she explained, which breaks my hope.

"But what if he is into me? Do you want me to be your mom?" I asked and bit my lower lip as I locked my gaze on her.

I saw how Martha's forehead creased. "Uhm... maybe. If dad wants you, why not. But I'm warning you, and dad became colder and numb when my mother died. One time, when we got ZERO in the test-"

"You told him that I got zero too?" I cut the hum of her words.

Martha smiled and nodded.

I moved closer to her and slapped her leg, which made her groan, and shouted: "Ouch."

"Why do you need to tell him about me? Ugh, I hate you!" I exclaimed.

Martha burst into laughter and stopped when I glared at her. "Aren't you interested in what he says next?"

I shot a glare at her. "What?"

"He scolded me. And told me to stay away from you because you're a bad influencer."

My eyes widened because of it. I placed the glass of juice on the small table and stood up. "He said that?" I asked in surprise. Damn, how could he?

Martha nodded. "Yes. But I told him that you're my best friend and I can't stay away. If he still insisted on what he wanted, I told him that I would leave the house. And after that," she sipped into the straw of her strawberry juice, "-he never repeated it. Of course, I will not let him destroy our friendship," she asserted and smiled at me.

My anger suddenly cools down, and I sit again on the chair. "We got ZERO at that test because we reviewed the wrong lesson, and it's not our fault. It's on the professor. Besides, almost all of us got ZERO, and it's just twenty questions," I said as I remember those times that we shared when we were still in college.

But I won't forget what he just said to me. Bad influencer? Really?

"What time does your dad comes home?" I asked all of a sudden, making Martha frown.

She squinted her eyes on me and moved closer. "What are you planning?"

"Planning? I'm not planning anything."

Martha smirked. "Don't me, Delia-"

"It's De-li-ya, not Del-ya," I corrected the pronunciation of my name.

Martha rolled her eyes. "Whatever, it's still the same."

I shook my head. "Nope. It's not. Anyway, what time?"

"Why are you interested?"

I arched my brow and shot a glare at her. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

Martha heaved a deep sigh. "Don't tell me you're gonna ask him why he said that you're bad-"

"Yes. And you can't stop me. I don't care if I like your hunky father, but what he said to me-"

"Geez, Delia. You're already twenty-five. You should act according to your age," Martha asserted.

I formed a sly smirk on my lips. "All right, I've changed my mind. I won't ask him about it. But..."

Martha arched her brow. "But?"

"I want a spot to his company. And if you think that I can be your secretary, I will decline it."

"Why would I hire you as my secretary? You're not even qualified," Martha replied, which made me glare at her.

I pouted. "I hate you."

Martha shook her head. "Fine. I'll ask dad if he's in need of a secretary. Actually, I will start working there on Monday-I mean, start practicing. He told me that he would assign a mentor for me since he's busy.

I nodded. "Thank you. Uhm... can I sleep here tonight?" I asked.

Martha squinted her eyes. "Don't tell me you're planning to sneak into my father's-"

"What? Of course, not. It's Saturday, and we're going to have a movie marathon until 3 A.M., right?"

"Is it Saturday today?" Martha asked.

I arched my brow and flicked her temple. "Ouch," she uttered.

"You knew your dad works from Monday to Saturday. He's not here, right? So, he's in your company, duh!" I rolled my eyes at her. "Besides, I already told mom that I will sleep here," I added.

Martha shook her head. "I didn't even agree that-"

"Come on, Martha. Not unless I will send your confession video to Rylie-"

"Shut up! And delete that thing. I look awful in that video. And how dare you take one when I get drunk?"

I smirked. "Don't worry. As long as you follow me-"

"I will tell dad about it and be prepared because he's a beast," Martha said.

I smiled. "In bed?"

Martha frowned. She was about to hit me when I moved away. "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed when I saw the invisible smoke coming out from her nose. She's angry, and I need to run.

"Delia!" she shouted as she was chasing me.

I laughed out loud and jumped into the pool. And I thought she wouldn't follow me, but she jumped too and started to chase me again.

Our screams and laughs roared in the pool area.

Entry 1.2

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Delia's POV

Dinner. We gathered in the kitchen while we shared the food that the maids had prepared. I can't move freely since Martha's father is with us. It seems like he's darting glares at me. Well, it's just my hunch.

I dodged Martha's leg on my side and simply threw a glance at her. Her eyes grew bigger and mouthed: what.

I pressed my lips as I gestured my eyes in her father's direction, which she understood what I meant.

"Dad," Martha looked at her dad, "-can you please give us a warm aura? My friend is kinda scared," she added.

I saw how Zayne's gaze met mine. I looked down and continued slicing the beef meat into my plate. I dodged Martha's elbow. "Just continue eating," I whispered.

"You should tell your friend to stop staring at me."

My eyes widened in surprise when I heard his words. Anger suddenly filled in my system at the same time, and I felt something inside my stomach. Damn it. His voice made my pvssy wet! I screamed inside my head.

I didn't bother to talk and just continued eating when I was done. I bowed my head in respect, left the kitchen, and rushed toward Martha's room.

I jumped on the bed and grabbed the pillow as I tampered my face into it and screamed.

When my chest started to move rapidly, I put away the pillow and pressed my back on the soft sheet. I stared at the ceiling and couldn't help myself but smile. It's not that I'm angry. I just don't like his stares at me.

Huh, let's see if you won't kneel in front of me, Zayne Gomez!

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, the door opened and Martha stepped inside. "What was that?" she asked and laughed.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "He's scary," I said.

Martha smiled and sat on the bed. "I told you. He's a beast."

I smiled. "I don't think he's still a beast when I flashed my big boobies in front of him," I teased.

"What?!" Martha exclaimed. "What on earth are you thinking?!"

I burst into laughter. "I'm just kidding," I replied. But deep inside me, I want to do it. What it feels like to seduce Mr. Gomez?"

"Dad is a monster-he might hurt you physically if you're going to do that. You're beautiful and hot, but dad doesn't fall easily with a woman like you-literally with a woman," Martha said.

I sighed. "I know. It's just my fantasy. Ever since I got to know your father way back in high school. I am seeing him in my dreams-my wet dre-Ouch! Why did you slap me?" I asked and glared at her.

"Stop fantasizing, my father. He won't dare to fvck you," she said.

I arched my brow. "How sure are you?"

"De-li-ya..."

I raised my hands, surrendering. "Fine. I won't give up-"

"Delia!"

I laughed. "I mean, I give up."

Martha rolled her eyes to me and lay down beside me. I heard her sigh. "It's fine to me if dad will fall or entertain another woman. It's no big deal. What if I will have my own family? No one will look after him. I can, but of course, in the future, I also wanted to have kids."

"There are nurses. You can hire a private-"

"I don't know. Maybe. But if dad will really find one, I will accept it."

I let out a soft chuckle. "I don't think there's someone that will stand with your dad's coldness. He's scary."

"You can, right?" Martha suddenly asked, which made my eyes grow wider.

"Me?" I laughed. "I like your father. I won't deny that. I see him kissing and touching me in my dreams but in reality... Ugh, I don't know. Wait a minute...." I turned to her side, "you just told me that he doesn't easily fall to a woman like me, and now, it seems like you want me to hit with your father?"

Martha laughed. "You should try," she replied and winked at me.

I shook my head. "Maybe... later." And we laughed in unison.

3:30 A.M. It's been fifteen minutes since we climbed up to the bed, and I can't still fall asleep while Martha is already snoring.

I sighed as I looked at the luminescent stars and moons on the ceiling. Martha really loves them so much. I smiled and climbed off the bed.

Maybe a glass of milk will do first. I really can't sleep.

When I exited Martha's room, my vision was welcomed when an illuminated view. The main light is off so is the big luxury chandelier at the center of the house.

I watched for my step until I reached the kitchen. I shook my head as I changed my mind. A glass of water will do. I walked towards the fridge and opened it. I grabbed the glass pitcher. I moved back on my posture but gasped in shock when I saw Zayne standing beside the fridge.

Good thing my grasp on the handle of the pitcher was tight.

"What are you still doing here?" he asked, which made me close my eyes when I heard his deep and velvety voice.

"Uhm... I can't sleep-"

"This is not your house," he cut off the hum of my words.

I close the fridge door and walk towards the table as I put down the pitcher on top of it.

I sighed and nodded. "I'm aware of that. Besides, this will be my house once you fall in love with me," I replied and formed a sly smirk on my lips. I don't know if he saw it since I can only see his silhouette.

"' Are you out of your mind, young lady?"

I can sense through his voice that he's kinda mad.

I pressed my lips and let out a smile. "Nope. I want you to make me a woman so that you won't call me a young lady anymore," I said bravely. Damn, I'm getting wet again.

I heard him scoff, but I couldn't clearly see his reaction.

"Seems you badly needed a sleep," Zayne said and turned his back away from me.

However, I approached him, and now, I could see his face because of the moonlight that passed through the window. Damn, why so gorgeous, Zayne?

"Where are you going? We're not done talking-"

"Respect me according to our age."

I smiled widely. I don't care if I look like an idiot. "Leonardo DiCaprio's girlfriend is just like my age, and Leonardo is just like your age. I don't care about the age gap, and I don't care if you will dislike me...." I walked closer to him, and he didn't even move a flinch, "-if I do this." In a swift move, I pressed my lips into his.

One. Two. Three. Four... seconds had passed, but he never pushed me away. I snaked my arms into his nape as I deepened the kiss.

He grabbed me by the waist, and I groaned between our lips when his grasp tightened. However, I didn't care and started to nibble his lips.

And I couldn't help but smile inside my heart when he responded. But madness lingered in his kisses.

I groaned again when his grasp on my waist got even tighter.

He deepened the kiss, and suddenly, I felt his left hand into my right breast. "Ugh!" I groaned and pulled away when he squeezed it tight.

"Now, you're stopping?" he asked, and I saw how his devilish smirk formed on his lips.

I tried to push him away, but he snaked his right arm around my waist and pulled me even closer.

"Zayne..."

"What, huh?" he asked ruthlessly as he pushed me into the wall. I groaned in pain when my back hit the cold hard wall.

He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall as he stared at me. I never left his eyes and shot the same tension.

"Hard or Soft?" he asked, suddenly which made my eyes wider.

I bit my lower lip. "Hard," I replied.

He smirked as he let go of my right hand and dragged me with my left. "W-Where are we going-"

"Just shut the fvck up," he uttered.

Although my waist and back hurt a little bit, it's nothing to me. And what matters the most is that I got his attention.

Entry 1.3

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Zayne pulled Delia inside his room, and when they both stepped inside, he closed the door and pushed the woman against the wall.

He leaned his hands into it, caging her. His gaze deeply pierced into hers, and he started to breathe rapidly. He wanted to control himself, but Martha's friend was adamant.

"You're really a bad influence on my daughter-"

"OUR daughter, if you're gonna consider my offer," Delia uttered bravely.

Zayne clenched his jaw so as his fists. He moved closer, his face towards her, and let out a sly smirk on his lips. "Who told you that?"

Delia shrugs and never breaks their gazes.

"Your imagination?" Zayne asked.

Delia flashed a smile. "Maybe."

The smirk on Zayne's lips disappeared as he punched the wall and moved away from her. Delia gasped in surprise because of it. She knew his fist got hurt.

Zayne walked towards the balcony, and Delia's eyes went down to his fist. She hurriedly approached him and checked for his hand.

"What the hell are you thinking?!" she exclaimed when she saw his knuckles. She pulled him, and she didn't know where did she get her strength, but he successfully pushed Zayne down on his bed. "Where's the first aid kit?" she asked as he looked into his deep, cold eyes.

"Why don't you just leave me alone-"

"Where's the kit?"

Zayne's forehead slightly creased. "In the bathroom. Above the white cab-" he didn't finish his words when Delia took bigger steps towards the bathroom.

Delia looked for it on the cabinet and saw it on the uppermost part of the hanging cabinet. When she gets back, Zayne is still there, waiting for her, making her smile.

"You should think first before you act," she said and put down the kit on the bed as she sat beside him.

Zayne frowned. "You should tell that to yourself. And stop hitting on me. You're not my type, and I don't have any interest either," he replied coldly.

Delia smiled and continued to clean his small wound. "I'm not asking for any validation."

"You're still young, and you should find a job. Not this, you insanely like me," he said, which made her stop and met his gaze.

"Age doesn't matter."

Zayne shook his head. It seems Martha's friend is really hard-headed.

Delia was about to put gauze into his small wound when Zayne pulled his hand away from her. "That's enough, and this is just a small cut," he uttered.

Delia sighed and nodded. She fixed the kit and put it down on the side table.

Zayne frowned. "What are you still doing?"

Delia stood up and stepped in front of him. "Are you sure you don't care even if I stripped naked in front of you?" she asked all of a sudden.

Zayne let out a smirk. "I don't care if you get naked in front of me." He lay down on his bed and moved upward to lean on the pile of pillows. He arched his brow as he looked at her. "Now, you should go, and I'm already sleepy. And next time, you hit on me. I'm going to ban you from coming into this house," he warned.

However, Delia just laughed. "Oh, you said that when I was in second-year college, Mister Gomez. And looked, I am still here."

Zayne smirked and was about to close his eyes when Delia pulled the hem of her shirt upward and threw it on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" He pulled himself up and leaned on the headboard.

"Relax. I thought you wouldn't give a damn even if I stripped in front of you? So..." she unclasped her brassiere, but she didn't totally take it off.

Delia wanted to see his facial expression. She knew that she got perfect and large piles that a man would crave. She removed the strap of her bra until she took it off and threw it on the floor.

She saw how Zayne's gaze landed on her breasts.

When their gaze met, she smirked.

"Not affected at all?" she teased.

Zayne scoffed. "You're insane."

Delia nodded. "Maybe..." she replied in a mocking tone. Her hands went to her cotton shorts, and she never hesitated to take them off. Now, only one last garment was left.

"Are you sure you wanna take that off?" Zayne asked.

She smiled. "A-huh. You won't be affected, right?"

Zayne arched his brow. "Not at all," he replied. But deep inside him, he's controlling something.

"All right," Delia uttered and totally removed the last piece, and she smiled when she saw Zayne's reaction. "Not affected, huh?" she mumbled and walked closer to him.

"What do you think are you doing?"

"What?" Delia arched her brow. "Come on, Zayne. You can touch me, baby," she asserted, wearing her flirtatious tone.

She climbed with her knee first as she moved closer to him. Courageously, she parted her legs and sat on Zayne's abdomen, making the latter to grabbed her by the waist.

"Come on. You can touch me... hmm..." she asserted and bit her lower lip as she darted her gaze on his.

Zayne breathed rapidly as he looked at the woman's round and seemed soft breasts.

However, he must control himself. He tried to lift her away from his top, but the woman held onto his shoulder, restraining herself from the lift.

"Damn it! Why are you so hard-headed?!" he asserted. Madness is visible in his voice.

"I like you, Zayne. Come on, touch me..." she said softly. She's working in tempting him. She bit her lower lip and grabbed Zayne's left hand, and forcefully pressed it on his right breast. "Knead it, baby... please..." she begged.

Zayne cursed inside his mind. Even if he's wearing his white shirt, he could feel the warmth and wetness of Delia's pvssy.

"You'll regret this," Zayne uttered, but Delia didn't bother.

Delia moved down a little bit, and this time, she could feel the hardness of his cock that hides in his pajama.

She guided his palm that was on her right breast to massage it in a circular motion as she started to grind slowly into his manhood.

"Fvck it!" Zayne exclaimed and totally lost control. In a blink of an eye, Delia went to the bottom, and Zayne was now towering over her.

He squeezes her breast. "You'll regret this," he muttered, but Delia just smiled.

"Not at all," she replied.

Zayne harshly kneaded her two breasts. "You like it hard, right?"

Delia moaned because of the warmth and the pressure that his touches gave to her body. "Oh... yes," she replied.

Zayne smirked. His right hand went down to her stomach and squeezed a portion of her skin, making Delia groan when she felt the sudden pain. Zayne's fingers run on top of her jewel. His eyes find her clit. He then harshly rubbed it with his right thumb. In his every touch, it shows harshness.

He parted her legs even wider, and he saw how her vagina folds parted. His finger found its way inside her core, which made Delia shudder and whimper.

"This is what you want, huh? Rough?" he asserted, a sly smirk is playing on his lips.

"Oh... baby... Ahh...." Delia whispered.

Zayne shook his head and started to thrust his finger in and out of her wet pvssy. This is the first time that he will touch a woman again, and worst, it's way younger than him. He was controlling himself, but the woman was good at tempting the beast that hides inside her.

He knew that Martha's friend had been into him since their high school days after his late wife died. And now, that feeling seems to grow more than she even offered her body to him.

He continued to thrust his finger inside, and then he stopped, which made Delia open her eyes and complaint.

Zayne just smirked and started to take off his clothes and left nothing.

Delia's eyes widened when she saw how hard, long and pinkish his shaft was. "Damn, that's huge. It seems like it doesn't fit into mine," she uttered.

Zayne smirked. "Oh, I don't know unless we try," he replied.

Delia bit her lower lip and nodded.

Zayne went closer in her between. He doesn't care about foreplays anymore. He just wanted to plunge into Delia's pinkish pvssy. He held into her thighs when he guided his shaft. However, he tried to tease the lady for a bit, and he just darted the head of his cock.

"Ahh..." Delia moaned when she felt his shaft into her opening. She met his gaze and smiled. "Come on. Insert it!" she uttered.

Zayne let out a soft chuckle, making Delia's eyes widen. This is the first time that she has heard Mr. Gomez laugh.

Zayne saw how impatient Delia was. He then thrust without any caution inside her, which made Delia scream in pain.

"Fvck! You're a fvcking virgin!" Zayne blurted when he stopped. But his cock was inside her.

Delia closes her eyes, and her chest moves rapidly. The pain is excruciating. But she knew it would be gone when he continued to move.

"Moved, please. And don't stop until you adjusted yourself-Ahh!"

Zayne knew what to do. It's just that he's concerned about her. And he was willing to stop if she wanted t. But what he was thinking wasn't the same as her reaction. She wanted him to continue.

"Damn it," he cursed and started to thrust inside her.

Delia screamed and whimpered in pain, but her lust was even stronger than it. She needs to feel lusty for his pvssy to become wetter. The wetter it is, the easy Zayne's shaft plunges into hers.

Zayne moved down and brushed his lips into hers while he continued to thrust inside her.

Delia welcomed it and gave back the same sensation. He deepened the kiss while he kept on plunging.

His hands roamed into her breast, kneading and tweaking her nipple. His kisses became rough, and suddenly it went down to her jaw, down to her neck.

He moved up again, held her thighs, and thrust even faster.

Delia's pain subsided, and it changed into a tingling sensation. Her moans became louder and louder when his thrust became faster as he delved deeper.

"Oh... Yeah... hmm..." she moaned.

Zayne's eyes widened when Delia started to massage her breasts with her palms while her eyes were closed.

He smirked.

Damn, he shouldn't show any mercy towards the woman. Instead of choosing gentleness, the woman wants it hard.

And Zayne loves rough sex.

In a swift move. He withdrew and turned her upside down. He pulled her waist up, making her kneel. He grabbed her hair as he thrust from behind.

Delia's head moved up, and she could feel the tint of pain that crossed her scalp, but it didn't matter to her. The pleasure is stronger than the pain that she felt and will still feel.

Zayne moved his hips faster, back and forth, as he held into her hair.

"Ugh!" he groaned as he moved a little bit faster. And the colliding of their body echoed inside his room so as Delia's loud moans.

Delia can moan louder as much as she wants since Zayne's room is soundproof.

"Fvck!" he cursed when he could feel that he was near his climax.

It's been a while since he last felt how to reach his orgasms.

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