Bet Fulfilled

After the first date, several more followed, but now Abraham no longer picked her up at her house. Instead, they met at a specific spot. He did this to avoid any risk of meeting the girl's parents. He wasn't about to let Emilia's father corner him into introductions, much less formalize something that was nothing but a game to him.

"My sweet Abraham, can I ask you something?" the beautiful Emilia asked.

"You're already asking," he replied rudely. "Go on -- what do you want to know?"

"Why do you ignore me at school? Why don't you want anyone to know you're going out with me? Am I an embarrassment to you?" she finished, lowering her gaze, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Of course not, my beautiful princess. I'm just protecting you. You know how popular I am, and I wouldn't want the girls who are obsessed with me to hurt you. Embarrassed by you? Ha -- never. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," Abraham finished, lying through his teeth with such conviction that even the smartest woman in love would have believed him.

And of course, Emilia believed every damn word.

"Princess, tomorrow I'll have the house to myself. I'm inviting you over so we can watch some movies, talk, and get to know each other a little more. How about it -- want to come to my place tomorrow?" Abraham asked, caressing her face and tracing her lip with his thumb.

"You'd really invite me to your house?" Emilia asked.

Abraham was annoyed by such a stupid question. He had just told her he wanted to invite her over -- why the hell was she asking again? Of course he was inviting her to his house. He took a deep breath to keep from snapping and scaring her off.

"That's what I'm telling you. Tomorrow I want us to spend the whole day together. Instead of going to school, we'll come to my place and spend the whole day together, just the two of us. Sound good, gorgeous?"

"I love the idea of spending the whole day with you, baby. Of course I accept, my handsome prince."

The next day, she was happy, radiant. She would spend the day with her beautiful prince, her beautiful Abraham.

"I'm a block away from your house. Sneak out so your parents don't realize you're not going to school."

"Yes, my handsome prince. Don't worry, I'll play it cool."

As planned, Abraham was waiting for her a block from her home. He wasn't about to risk her father spotting him and demanding explanations. He had no patience for that -- he just wanted to finish this damn bet and be done with the girl.

"Bye, Dad! Bye, Mom!" Emilia called out, kissing each of her parents on the cheek.

"Have a good day at school, sweetheart! Please come straight home as soon as you get out. Love you!" they both called back.

"Yes! Love you too!" she yelled over her shoulder.

And just like that, she literally ran to Abraham's car to have her morning and afternoon with her love, her handsome prince.

When Emilia reached the car and got in, she tried to kiss Abraham, but he casually turned his face so the kiss landed on his cheek.

"Not here, gorgeous. Someone might see us and go running to your parents," Abraham said smoothly, putting Emilia at ease.

"You're right, my prince. I'm so sorry -- I just got too excited when I saw you."

"Whatever, Emilia. Let's go enjoy the day together."

They finally arrived at Abraham's house, and just as he'd said, it was empty. His parents had gone on a trip, and he had the place to himself for a full week. Obviously, Abraham planned to use every day to get the fool Emilia into bed.

After some kissing, Abraham began kissing her neck, gently easing her down onto the carpet. The girl was obviously nervous -- this would be her first time, and she wanted Abraham to feel loved by her. She was willing to show him with her body and her kisses just how much she loved him. She hoped that this act of love would make him feel what she felt for him, which was nothing more and nothing less than true love -- the kind he would most certainly never feel for any other woman.

The kisses grew more and more passionate. Abraham was undeniably a skilled teacher for that girl, and she was thrilled to be a student of the love of her life.

"From today on, your lips will be my favorite treat," Abraham said, overwhelmed by Emilia's kisses. The truth was, the girl had genuinely impressed him with the way she kissed.

Emilia smiled and captured his lips again in a passionate kiss, their tongues battling -- neither willing to lose.

Without realizing it, Abraham was falling into his own trap. But since he was still an immature idiot, he never noticed.

He didn't even bother carrying her to a bed. He didn't bother giving her a sweet first time. He wasn't the least bit interested in any of that.

Right there on the carpet, he undressed her. Right there on the carpet, he touched her like a man possessed. Right there on the carpet, he took poor Emilia's virginity.

In that moment, as he took her, she didn't notice where it was happening. She wasn't thinking about the pain Abraham was causing her. She only thought about the fact that she was giving herself to the love of her life, and that was the only thing on her mind.

Abraham thrust in and out of Emilia without noticing her tears. He just wanted this to be over so she would get out of his life once and for all. Like a man possessed, Abraham was unconsciously enjoying the girl.

Emilia thought that the foreplay before sex had been much better -- at least then Abraham had kissed her. Now he was just pounding into her like a madman.

When he finished, he came inside her. He hadn't even bothered to use protection, much less give her a beautiful first time.

She thought this was normal, that this was what making love was like. She thought every couple did the same thing.

She had never felt the need to ask her parents about sex, but now that she was having her first time with her one true love -- or so she believed -- this was simply what all couples did. At least, that's what the girl thought.

And so the afternoon went. He finished inside her as many times as he wanted, without once considering the consequences. Of course he wouldn't -- he certainly wasn't going to worry about an unwanted pregnancy. After all, he was going to get rid of this nuisance the moment he dropped her off at home.

Afterward, Abraham went right back to being the same jerk, speaking to her harshly again. They got dressed. As she put her clothes back on, she watched him -- she watched him because even though she hadn't enjoyed the moment, because it had hurt, she was still happy.

"Hurry up, we don't have all afternoon," Abraham said roughly. "We need to get back before school lets out so your parents don't suspect anything."

In the car, they rode in complete silence. Emilia's heart was pounding. She kept glancing at the man behind the wheel. She didn't understand why Abraham was angry, but she didn't dwell on it.

Abraham parked a few houses away from Emilia's home and said:

"Get out. I don't want anyone seeing you here."

"Okay. Thank you for the lovely afternoon, my love," Emilia said, her voice trembling, looking straight into his eyes. She tried to give him a kiss, and without an ounce of gentleness, he pushed her away.

"Damn it -- don't you understand?" he yelled. "I said get out! Someone might see us. Please, just get out of the damn car."

Emilia stared at him in shock, then simply got out. She watched as Abraham hit the gas and disappeared down the road. Emilia turned and walked home with a shattered heart.

When she got home, she realized her parents were out grocery shopping -- she knew from a note her mother had left. She went up to her room and lay on her bed, trying to figure out what had happened to cause such a drastic change in Abraham.

"Did I do something wrong to make my prince so angry with me? Maybe he didn't like the way I showed him how much I love him," she thought, and thought, and thought, until sleep finally overtook her.

Emilia didn't come down for dinner because she had fallen sound asleep, still fully dressed. Her parents checked on her but assumed she was just exhausted from studying. They let her sleep, carefully removing her shoes and tucking her in.

"Good night, my princess," her father whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead, with no idea of the storm that was about to descend on his little girl's life.

To be continued...

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