Page 57 of The Devil's Fire

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Althaia

“I gave birth to you! I suffered for hours for you to come out of my vagina!”

“Mom–”

“My only child has forgotten about me!”

“Mo–”

“This is my fault. I let you go over there, and now look at you, not coming back to spend time with your poor mother.”

“Mamá!” I said, frustrated, finally getting a word in. I was already in a bad mood since I was dealing with bad period cramps.

I was in bed, talking to my mother on the phone. Actually, she was doing most of the talking - I take that back; she was yelling at me because she has decided in her mind that I have forgotten about her.

“Mamá, I literally text you to let you know that I’m still alive, and nothing bad has happened to me. Besides, I did text you yesterday that I will be home soon to spend some time with you before the wedding.” I sighed, finally able to explain myself.

“I’m your mother. I deserve more than text messages every other day! And you did not text me that.” She continued to scold me, making me roll my eyes. It was a good thing she couldn’t see me, or else she would have pulled out the wooden spoon.

“I have been busy helping Cara with her endless list of things that need to be done. And yes, I did. Check your messages.” I let out a small groan and rubbed my back to ease the pain.

“Don’t lie to me–oh, I see, you did text me. My bad, honey.” My mother chuckled.

“Couldn't you have just checked before going all dramatic and screaming in my ear?” I sighed.

“No, sorry, honey. God created me this way, deal with it.”

I shook my head and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle with her.

“I promise I will be back soon. I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. Feel better.” A cramp hit me after I hung up, and I groaned loudly into my pillow.

This was fucking hell.

I had to stay in bed since I could barely move, which was probably for the best, considering I was giving people hell with my mood swings. Poor Raffaele—I even yelled at him for breathing too loudly. I haven't seen him since that episode; he's probably keeping his distance from me.

As if suffering wasn't enough, I also had cravings for greasy junk food, especially chocolate cake. My mouth was watering just by the thought of a chocolate lava cake with ice cream. The only problem was, I couldn't get out of bed and remained in a fetal position.

I picked up my phone and absentmindedly scrolled through social media for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. I was miserable and bored since everyone had plans.

I bit my lip, my finger hovering over a number I have been contemplating to call. I haven’t seen him since our small moment in the kitchen, and something in me was craving to hear his voice.

He was like a sinful indulgence, and it left me imagining what more he would do to me other than his hands roaming my body with his hot breath against me.

I have been acting on the thoughts many times, and I kept fantasizing that it was his fingers pleasuring me instead of my own.

I squeezed my legs together.

Screw it. I’m calling him.

“Althaia.” He answered right away. I bit down on my lips hard to stop a moan when his deep voice sent signals straight down to my pussy.

“Do you always pick up calls like that? It sounds so serious.” I chuckled.

“It gets to the point.”

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