NEFERTARY
¡Que viva la hipocresía!
Two days had passed, during which Mathias spent most of the time buried in his thoughts, tormenting himself—because that's what he did when he chose to live in them. He was so unstable he was barely recognizable. 'Isn't that what you wanted?'
—Nefertary?
—Yes, everything's ready for today. —I answer Vanessa.
—Nat, are you going or do you have other plans?
—I'm not going, Aunt. I think I'll stay in my room tonight. —Well, that's unexpected.
—May I leave?
—But you haven't eaten anything, Nefertary.
—I'll eat at school, during recess to be exact.
—I doubt it.
—I could make sure of that, Aunt. I have some contacts who could let me know if sh—
—STOP GETTING INVOLVED IN MY BUSINESS!
—NEFERTARY! —I glare at her; she rolls her eyes and storms off.
Who does this idiot think she is? Just because she's my... doesn't mean she has to be so damn nosy. There is no one more fake and revolting than her.
As I step out of the mansion, I'm surprised to see Steven waiting in the car.
—This better be something good if you're driving me to school. —I say as I get in.
—Good morning, Miss Nefertary. The plan is already in motion. Everything will take place this Monday. —I let out a sigh—finally, something good. —Will you be informing him of this? —'You've sunk so low you have to keep him updated on your life.' I didn't have another option. I need my enemies close, like in any war—within reach.
—You know well that if I don't, I'd be digging my own grave. Either way, we agree on one thing: we want him dead. After that, there's no more alliance.
The plan is simple: take down my father's killer. Now that I have all the pieces of the game in my favor, the hunt can begin. And I'll start with the people he trusts—those bastards who were his accomplices. The bigger beast will be the cherry on top.
—Are you aware that she's…?
—I've never known her. That snake might think she has everything under control, and I'll make sure of that—let her believe it. In the end, she'll end up just like the rest.
—But your father…
—Steven, my father is a whole other story. —'You pretend to be something you're not', and I'll keep pretending, father.
We don't talk about it for the rest of the ride, although Steven knows perfectly well how my patience works, and lately, he hasn't had the best of it. I feel no remorse for my actions. On the contrary, I'm close to surpassing my own limits. 'And I'll probably get lost in them.'
—Everything's ready for tonight. Have a great day, Miss Nefertary.
I step out of the car without answering. How hard can it be to keep your inner monster restrained?
I head to the one place nobody wants to be at this hour: the library.
Once inside, I go to my favorite corner, the one with that view. I'll never get tired of admiring it as if it were the first time.
—The monster started tormenting early today. —I find myself face to face with those blue eyes I'm starting to love seeing.
—Lucky for you, only... —I leave the words hanging; I just don't feel like arguing or contradicting anyone today.
—Only? —He sits across from me.
—Nothing. Just nothing.
—That's not like you—"just nothing"? I think I've got an imposter here. Are you really the great Nefertary Ibagon? —That makes me laugh.
—You've seen just a little of me and already think you've got me all figured out. How pathetic, Mathias.
—Nothing you do surprises me anymore. —That's what you think. If I really let you in, you'd already be in a psych ward.
—Since when do you come to the library? You're not the kind of guy who reads books.
—I've discovered this spot, apparently one of your favorites. —He stops looking at the view.— The Mathias Ludwig you thought you knew is dead. You killed him, and you have no idea how much...
—Do you hate me? Why are you with me right now?
—Do I have another choice? Do I?
—I never forced you to be here. You stayed by your own choice. You could've turned around and left. I'm not the only one tying you to me.
—You think I wanted to be near you? Knowing the kind of things you do... —Big mistake trying to challenge me. I close the distance between us and look him straight in the eye.
—Yes, because you're still curious about me, just like that first time you saw me. You still lack pieces of why my mind is so twisted. You want to understand the way I am.
—Keep deluding yourself with that. All you give me is—
To hell with it. I crash my lips into his. It takes him a few seconds to react and follow along. The kiss is aggressive with every motion, charged with desire—desire he can't deny. That's the reason he says he hates me; he can't stand the idea of wanting someone like me. He pulls me closer, ending with me sitting on his lap. I raise my arms to rest them on his shoulders. One of his hands slips down to my ass, and I bite his bottom lip gently in return.
I break the kiss. I could swear he didn't like that.
—Do I still disgust you? Do I, Mathias?
—Yes. —He takes a few moments to catch his breath.— And you have no idea how much you do. —And with that, our lips crash again.
I can feel his cock start to harden, which makes one of my hands sneak to his belt, reaching it successfully. I begin stroking him, up and down, increasing the friction, speeding up, until it doesn't take long for him to start moaning—moans that briefly take me to Germany. His hand sneaks under my skirt, finding that sensitive spot, torturing me with his movements. He slides my panties to the side, while I shift to let him slide inside me.
—If I'd known you'd be this wet, I would've ditched you that night in the garden.
I let him enter me fully. I try to suppress my moans, but it's impossible—they reach Mathias's ears, and he responds by squeezing my ass, making me moan even more. He speeds up the rhythm, making me cling tighter to him, digging my nails into his back. The seconds pass in this addictive and insatiable rhythm, feeling him raw inside me, risking everything.
—Nefertary. —he whispers.
—Yeah? —My voice comes out deeper than I expected.
—I'm not going to be able to...
—Doesn't matter. —I cut him off.— Do it.
And just like that, he cums inside me. The feeling makes me rest my head on his shoulder. After a few seconds, I start leaving soft kisses on his neck.
—If you keep going like this, believe me—we won't make it to the first two hours of class.
—And when did I ever say I wanted to go to class?
—Someone might see us. —Oh no, darling, you started this. Now deal with it.
—That didn't bother you a few minutes ago, Mathias. —He gives a smug smile.
—Just don't complain when you can't walk properly later. —That makes me laugh sarcastically, and he crashes our lips together once again.
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—Miss Nefertary, you're twenty minutes late. —If it wasn't because I had to shower first.
—Sorry, professor. —I move closer to her so the others don't hear me.— I had a... feminine emergency.
—I understand, miss. —She clearly gets what I mean by "emergency".— You may take your seat now.
I head to my usual spot next to Michael, but before I get there, Mathias stops me.
—You're sitting here today. —I take a deep breath and sit next to him, not without first glancing in Lorenz's direction, who clearly didn't like my decision.
Let me make something clear: I'm no one's property, and I do whatever I want with whoever I want.
A few hours later, classes were over. During recess, I ran into Lucía and Martina, whom I ignored completely, and made my way to the courtyard where I was meeting Aida, Aitor, and the two Ms. The only one there was Mendes.
—Your morning started off well, Nefertary. —She says with a teasing smile.
—Why do you say that?
—The library. —A sly smirk appears on her face, making it clear she was the one who locked the door.
—Did you just save someone's life, Aida?
—Maybe. —She shrugs.— Though I wouldn't say the same about Michael.
—Explain.
—If I hadn't shown up when I did, your day might not have started as well. —Now I understand why he's in such a bad mood.
—How much did you see?
—Uh, let's say... right before the action started?
Just then Michael and Mathias show up, the latter carrying a bag full of food.
—Finally, someone who's actually a gentleman. —Lorenz rolls his eyes, clearly catching the hint.
—Where's Aitor?
—He's got a problem to deal with.
—What kind of problem? —I ask Mich.
—Most likely a woman problem, so don't stress over it, Nefertary.
Mathias starts handing out what he bought. I only picked a grape juice.
—Are you sure you don't want anything else?
—You need to regain your strength after this morning. —You've got a death wish, don't you? Why do they love testing my patience?
—What the hell is your problem? —Ludwig asks him.
—Enough! Save your childish crap for another day. —I cut in before Michael could answer.— You all need to be ready for tonight.
—We will be. —With that, they walk away.
—I'll go with him. —Aida follows him, leaving us alone.
—What's wrong with him?
—What do you think? Aida's the one who locked the door and he wasn't alone.
—So... you're not going to hurt anyone? —He asks with a hint of nervousness.
—No. —'Why are you so damn empathetic?' —How many hours of sleep are you getting?
—About four hours or less. Why do you ask?
—Tired... though a bit more relaxed... —I say more to myself than to him.
—I don't get it, Nef...
—I'll request a pass so you can stay at my mansion.
—What about my father?
—Don't worry about that. It's clear you're not sleeping well because of certain things. This morning... helped you, even though it wasn't planned.
—Is that your excuse? You...
—I said it wasn't planned, not that it was a mistake. —I cut him off. —Or was it for you? Did I confuse you?
—It's hard to understand you, to trust you. Sometimes I think there's some kindness in you, but then you completely crush that idea.
—You don't need to understand me. You just need to accept what I am, and that way you can stop letting your thoughts torment you.
I kiss him on the cheek and walk away.
Who would've thought sex was such a great ally to relieve stress, to clear up the thoughts that haunt us. 'Worst part is, I didn't even realize I needed it too.'
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Sometimes I think life is boring—that mine would be completely dull if I didn't have a secret one.
Once I finish getting ready and look at my reflection in the mirror, all I see is a pretty, harmless girl. That's exactly how everyone sees me.
—Come in. —I say after hearing two knocks on the door.
—I don't think you should've gotten ready so soon. —Michael says while blatantly eyeing me from head to toe.
—And why not?
He moves behind me. I can see his reflection in the mirror getting closer, one of his hands slipping around my waist.
—Now it's my turn. —He starts kissing my neck.
—Don't even think we're doing it.
—Don't even think I'm letting you walk out of this room without making you pay. —That came out with a bit of resentment.
—And what if I don't want to? You planning to force me? —His lips reach my ear, nibbling gently.
—Right now, you're about to meet the little bit of gentleman I don't have in me.
Within seconds, I'm pinned against the wall, my dress up to my hips exposing my underwear, and he's holding me tightly so I can't get away.
—Now it's my turn, Nefertary.
One of his hands pulls aside my underwear to slide his member in. I let out a moan at how hard he is; he pushes in slowly until he's fully in, then starts moving with increasing speed and force, pressing even closer to me as both hands grab my breasts tightly. Of course I could resist if I really wanted to—truth is, I don't. Because deep down, I know my damn ego wants this too.
—Admit it, admit you fucking love it. —As he says that, he thrusts harder. I just nod. A loud moan escapes me, which turns him on even more. One of his hands moves down to my most sensitive spot, touching it desperately.
—Shit. —I gasp, unable to control myself anymore. It's insane what he's doing to my body, how easily he finds my weak spots and makes me lose control. And just when I think I'll explode, he pulls away, making me hate him for stopping.
—On your knees. —I obey without hesitation. Right now, I don't need or want to be polite.— Open your mouth, Nefertary. —I do exactly that, and his member is all mine, giving me a perfect view of how big it is. He moans as soon as my tongue touches him, which turns me on even more.
I must, I must be insane to desire two men—because both have the power to make me want them near, to be like this for as long as I want. But I've never claimed to be... completely okay.
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Three hours later we arrive at the damn party, two hours late—and no, there's no need to explain why.
—You're late! —Aida shouts when she sees us walk in, since the music is blasting.
—Someone decided he didn't like the first dress. —I roll my eyes, because if it weren't for him, I'd be wearing that red one.
—Well, here. —She hands us two drinks she snatched from a passing waiter.— Have fun, idiots. —And with that, she disappears.
—I've got to admit, this second dress looks even better on you than the first. Looks like you're not wearing anything at all. —I glare at him, and he just laughs shamelessly.
Halfway through, we run into Aitor, who drags Lorenz out to the garden, where there's a big crowd cheering for two people in the middle doing god-knows-what. I use the chance to head to the VIP area, where I find Lucía on the stairs arguing with the security guard.
—There must be some mistake, I have... I have to be on that list.
—I'm sorry, miss, but your name isn't here.
I walk right past her, ignoring the little show she's putting on, and go into VIP without even glancing at her; her voice calling after me sounds just as fake as the rest of them.
Once inside, I start looking for Mathias. He's in one of the corners. I set my glass down on a nearby table before heading over.
—Sitting on my lap is becoming your new habit, isn't it?
—I'd say it's officially my hobby. —He makes a face.— It's the only way to bring you back to the real world, though you can't deny you like it.
—The real world would be a whole lot better if I could just get drunk without being watched 24/7. Still, you gave me two hours of freedom.
—How much have you had? —I ask while grabbing his drink to place it on the table beside us.
—That dress is fucking insane on you, you know that? —I sigh to keep myself from snapping.
—Ludwig. —He rolls his eyes.
—Like, seven or maybe thirty-seven drinks. —He bursts out laughing. Just what I needed—babysitting duty.— Stop being such a buzzkill and laugh a little.
—It's not funny. You know the risk you're taking being like this.
—The only real danger I'm in... is being this close to you.
—You should get some rest.
—Why? I'm perfectly fine.
—Mathias— —He cuts me off with a kiss that I don't hesitate to return. It gets more aggressive by the second until he pulls away, leaving me wanting more.
—You took too long to get here, Nefertary. Just like Lorenz. —He spits the words out with resentment.
—Mathias, don't...
—I'm not stupid. I know there's something going on between...
I cut him off and kiss him again, this time slower than any kiss we've had before.
—Just... just focus on now. I'm here with you now, okay? —No, not tonight. I don't want drama, especially not with him in this state.
—You have no idea how much I hate you, Nefertary Ibagon. —He exhales, then crashes his lips back onto mine with the same hunger as before, sending our heartbeats racing again until we're out of breath.
—If you hate me, then I'm in your head—and trust me, Mathias, I won't stop until I become your damn need... your damn ghost... and above all, your damn obsession.