How does she do it? How is she so perfect?

More like, why is she so perfect?

These were the thoughts that lingered in my mind eversince that day. This girl, Angela Doss...takes my breath away.

I never thought to that I'd find love that I'd been searching for in my father's friend's daughter. Dad's friend and partner, Bernard was the closest thing that I had to an uncle. He would pick me up, drop me off, save me from fights, help me in fights and scold me almost everyday. Dad didn't have much time for me, taking care of the bussiness and all so it was always him who took care of me, that's why some even thought he was our butler. Then his daughter came along.

I met Angela one faithful night. I saw her standing there, scared half to death, like an actor who forgot her lines. I glanced at her flawless face. That white radiant skin with a slight tinge of red across the cheek accompanied by moles... I felt lightheaded and almost collapsed. I never felt like this before. But why did I feel it? Why did I feel swayed by her? Because I saw her...that hair, that physique, that beauty! It took my breath away.

Her dark matte raven hair gave away a beautiful vibe, one which made her more noticable. And then, she spoke. Her nervousness, her stuttering, soft voice, warmed my heart. I felt a hue appear across my cheeks but I made sure not to expose it. Before I knew it, I was in love. I felt nothing but love when I saw her. That's how I made the mistake of rushing in, kissing the hell out of her, hurting her in the process.

That was unforgettable. I could hear her cries at night. Her words, her helplessness. It was excruciating. I committed a mistake which I repented for a few days. In those days I was already fed up with my past that I created another bad memory.

I almost forgot the fact that she wasn't a maid. Like, mom, cleared it out about the all Father-Daughter issue and how Angela was going to stay with us but we had to pretend that she was just a maid for us. And it worked! Angela was truly convinced. But I wasn't. Probably, because of that stupid love comic I read as a kid that I truly wanted to experience love with a young maid. But that was all fun and games until I kissed her. I received a kiss from Dad's hands as well. He was serious. This wasn't a small issue. It became personal. Bernard's daughter was living with us and in the very first week, the young jerk somewhat harrases her. How would Berny think? He'd fucking kill me!

But thank God, everything ended well.

Angela was more than just a funny girl. More than just an innocent, attractive girl. She wanted to have fun in life, wanted to be of help and always wanted to prove herself by doing reckless things which were uncalled for. And she did. She did.

Everything had changed for her but not so much for me. I had her but it almost felt vain. Felt pointless. I had my own dark secrets.

It is true. I was in love with Mary. Eversince, kindergarten I had a huge crush on her. She took my breath away just like Angela but it was quite different at that time. It was high school when I first confessed to her. Pretty young, I know but our relationship lasted for a I don't know how long but it did end. It ended when I caught her...fucking my freind... It was hell for me.

See, I was a young guy then and I had both love and lust for my girl. I wanted to grab her hand in school but she didn't allow me. She gave an excuse that she wanted to keep us a secret but it was more like to not let Jack know about us. Apparently, she was cheating on him as well. No surprise there.

I was hurt. Broken. I spent so many nights crying my ass off. My freinds tried to help but this fight was mine alone. I had to fight it by myself. And I thought I did by faking everything. I thought to enjoy life and the virtues it had to offer. I joked alot. I laughed alot but that worked for a few hours a day. And overtime it lost its purpose but I didn't lose the habit. So that's why I always say life is too short.

Angela knew. Angela knew about my fakeness. She was aware of it all along. I didn't think she would bring it out on my face but she did. Why? Because she loved me! Because she didn't want me to suffer. This girl knew my suffering and fakeness that she went so far to help me. To help me? Her boyfriend who couldn't even open up to her. Pathetic of me, I suppose. But this girl, cried for me. Not out of pity but out of mutuality. She understood my pain and suffering. My loneliness and helplessness. She knew it better than anyone else. That was it...it was gone. Like, poof--Gone. She did it...she helped...And...I FUCKING FELL IN LOVE WITH HER ONCE MORE. I vowed to make it up for her.

And yeah, I did have lust for her too. Difference is I fucking ruined it and had to make up for being a dick. But now, It is different. No secret. No problem. Now its her turn to be happy... I mean, I want to keep ber happy. She deserves it, alright. This girl who knew nothing but hardship in her growing days. Like, pressure of education, no real freinds, and loosing her mother,

one of her only real friends... Then to see her struggle everyday to earn for her fathers sake! To not be a burden? Swear to God this girl is just out of this world.

Things have escalated quite differently. After our talk we just, grew even more closer. I used to get up late but we surprisingly wake up at the same time and get ready at the same time as well. I do breakfast along with her and right before I leave, she fixes my hair, tie and gives me a good luck kiss. I come back from my "shift" and what I get is a massive bearhug from her, like she saw me after years or something.

Yeah, not sure if Mom is skeptic about it but I do find her with a creepy grin whenever she sees us like this. Not to mention her father, he just smiles at us. I can't tell whether that guy is proud or genuinely pissed. Dad and Kate are...just...well, ignorant. Thank God.

But there is this feeling, this desire to do something redeeming is killing me and exciting me even more. But, what? What should I do?

Should I embrace her say "its okay to cry " or No! No, hell no. That was stupid! But that would be one hell of a scene, right?

Anyways, I'm like fixated at her. Everytime, anytime, I think about her. And yes, I get nervous when she catches me staring. And I don't know why I blush...like, why?

But this aint about me, its about her. I should show her my love. Like, not that kind of love but...well a bit like that but...love. And I think it is time...

Lift

Fuck!

I thought to myself as I saw her shirt lift up, revealing her dimples above that ass. It was only for a split second but my pants felt every inch of it. I felt it, too. I could feel it moving, like twitching like that roach I stomped the other day. Fighting me. Convincing me.

When was the first time we did it? A month ago? Yeah, about 43 days. I...want her. I used to get disgusted by this feeling but now, it feels natural. I tried to think that there would be love without sex but nah! I was lying to myself, cuz...you know, Mary.

"What?"

Fuck. I got lost again.

"What?" I said, confidently.

Angela made a weird face, like squinting her eyes and then asking again.

"Is there something on me that you're staring like a creep?

"So you're saying to not look at you like this? Stop pretending that you don't like it. You're literally begging me to do it more."

Where did I grow the balls to say this. Usually, I'm flustered. Guess it's my anaconda that is controlling me.

Step, step.

Okay, she is coming close. Closer, and...damn it, she's not slowing. I did not expect that.

I can feel her breath.

"If I didn't like it, you would be having a mark on your cheek."

That was all she said.

Hahhahhah

I burst out laughing instantly. I couldn't control it.

"You're so bad at acting bad. That was classic."

Hahhahaha

Angela stood there, flabbergasted by my sudden reaction. The face of betrayal said it all.

"Ughhhh, I was trying to sound sexy. Ughh, you're never gonna change."

She turned around, showing her upsetting mood. But, did she really say, 'sexy'?

Wait, does she--Oh, shit!

She wants to do it!

"Sexy? Wait, did you really say...?"

Angela felt shy and angry. I could see her hands shaking.

"Shut up!"

That was loud. Pretty loud.

I love it! Stepping forward, I embraced Angela in a hug, sniffing the soothing scent of her shampoo. That smell...Can't ever get used to it. I moved my head to her ear. I whispered with my wet voice, the one that will surely turn her on.

"Don't try to sound sexy. Even your normal voice is enough sexy for me. How you mumble and get anrgy...It gets to me."

Hehe.

She giggled slowly, let go of the hug and looked at me.

"I so want to slap you right now."

I showed her my left cheek. Fire away!

Yup. As you guessed, she wasn't lying. She hit me for real. It burns there!

"Ow, what the hell?"

"You asked for it."

"Yeah, I thought you were kidding. Shit, that hurts! Ahh"

"Was that 'sexy' for you as well?" Angela winked seductively.

Oh, if thats the way it's gonna be, so be it.

Grab

Grabbing her by her hips, I pulled her closer.

"You aren't getting away with it this time! You need to pay!"

Angela looked at me with the same sarcastic expression. Her eyes didn't show any concern.

"Will I? No, I will not. Now can you let me go? I have to change."

She replied with such attitude. This time it was getting in my nerves. Well, then, it seems I have to be more serious.

Whoosh!

Instantly, lifting her up, I threw her on the bed followed by my body landing above hers.

It was quiet now. Nothing but the rustless wind.

"There is alot of attitude in you, eversince, you came here. Maybe I should change that. I can do some things that can prevent you from being so bossy." I said with full seriousness. A stern, angry look.

That was it. That was what I was expecting from her. That look. Angela... she...her eyes were wide open. And in those eyes I could sense fear and nervousness.

"Ryan..." Came a soft whisper of the frightened girl.

That was my cue.

Slowly, I brought my face closer to hers. So close, I could clearly feel her breath touching my face. Her eyes were still focused on me but learning from experience, she closed her eyes and faced to the right in fear.

Mmm!

Gently, softly, slowly, I kissed Angela's cheek, her neck which lasted more than a couple of minutes. With each touch she moaned and occasionally gasped when I bit her neck. The moans got louder within moments. Angela was enjoying it.

I stopped. I stopped until she faced me. Lunging forward, I brought my lips to hers.

Mmm, Mmm, Mmm.

This time it was me that was moaning because her lips tasted more tasty than usual. Don't know if it was because of that strawberry lip stick or because she was nervous. Probably, the second one because I absolutely LOVE a nervous Angela.

"Ryan--Mmmm! Ry--Mmm. Ryan, please--Mmmmm. Rya--Mmm." The poor girl couldn't finish her sentence.

Angela grabbed my cheek and forced me to stop and face her. Within seconds, I allowed her because I didn't want her to be mad about this, which was possible, seeing her breakdown whenever something is done against her will.

Stop

As I stopped, she was still holding my face. Her forehead touching mine, nose to nose.

"Close the door..." Angela whispered.

"What?"

"The doors open...lock it..." Angela moaned.

That was it. At that moment, I knew. She wanted to bang as well! Exciting, Cuz I've been looking forward to it for so long. But also confusing, cuz, I was half expecting to get slapped but there is a God, afterall.

As briskly as I could, I stood up and locked the door and proceeded back to my love making. I was on top. I kissed the hell out of her but she didn't resist. I found her kissing me back with the same wildness. Hot!

Then I used my hands. Whilst kissing her I unbuttoned her shirt and opened to see that big black bra covering that big chest of her. Though, she was wearing a bra her nipples could be seen very clearly. They were hardened. Seems she was turned on, too. But as soon as I saw her chest. I felt two things : 1, thirsty. 2, hell nervous.

All the kissing and licking was good but seeing her like this, like seeing her bossoms made me nervous. Very nervous. I remembered the feeling of shyness again because she was truly sexy. I kept on looking at her chest for moments until I mustered the strength of touching it. Unclasping the bra was, however, a different story. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. Why? I already did this before, why was I feeling nervous? What's wrong with me?

"R-Ryan? What's wrong?" Angela asked anxiously.

I didn't reply, instead I blushed which she observed.

"They're yours, Ryan."

Huh?

Angela saw that I wasn't convinced. Sitting up, Angela kept her eyes on me, while she unclasped the bra herself with her soft hands. I could see she was nervous as hell but it was her determination that gave her strength.

There they were. Big, soft, juicy, pink bossoms. I saw them before but seeing them now like this felt even more better for some reason. I blushed and felt a big erection again. But more importantly, I felt my mouth dry, like really dry.

Angela blushed, too. She felt like she was exposed. I could see the blood rush to her cheeks. It was insanely cute.

Cup

I kissed her and forced her down so I was on top, again. Kissing her again a few times before I proceded on munching on her gigantic chest.

Suck

Ahhhh! Mmmmm, Ahhh!

Sweet, pleasured filled moans from the sexiest girl in the world. I couldn't control myself as I suddenly, wildly, attacked her chest. Sucking on it like a baby and biting thise pink nipples like I hadn't done it for a decade. During my sucking I looked up to see Angela's eyes shut and mouth open, completely fixated in pleasure. Seeing her like this, it made my nervousness go away. Suddenly, I felt the encouragement to do more and more and more.

Suck on it, Ryan. Oh, Ryan! Please, don't stop.

This was all I was muttering under my breath when Ryan removed my pants and underwear, and proceeded in licking away my privates.

Ewww! Do people suck on each others genitals?! Thats disgusting!

Thats what I thought when I first watched a pron movie, accidentally. I was literally so grossed out that I threw up but now that I'm the one experiencing it and who is also hearing the moans of my love who is pleasuring me, I now know why they did it. This felt incredible! Erotic! Perfect! And yes, my thoughts have changed.

Oh! I love how Ryan rolls his tongue on it.

A few minutes ago, I was being the dominant gal and showing Ryan that I was annoyed by his jokes but now why are things going his way? Like, why do I get assaulted by him intimately whenever I act tough? Its annoying but I love it. I also feel so shy when I see Ryan asserting his strength and being all serious. It makes me realise that I can never compete with him, though, he has never made me feel less.

Ever since, I came to this house, I felt nothing but home. Receiving love from Brenda, Charles and this bastard. His parents gave me so much love, affection and time that I never felt like a maid in the first place, which I never was. Im really grateful for this.

But then there's this guy. A guy who made me hell nervous whenever I saw him. A guy who never left me alone. A guy who always annoyed me. A guy who had his eyes on me, eversince. A guy whom I rejected, became the most important person in my life! A simple day with him, made me fall for him. Why? Because he is that open. That sweet. That reasonable and kind. He is here making love with me. Again.

I don't want this to end. I want more.

Here it comes. I thought to myself when I saw Ryan unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down. And there it was. And--Oh! It got...bigger. My private was throbbing. Itching. I felt so dirty at that moment. I'm old now, like 22 but felt so dirty like this was a sin.

"You ready?" Ryan spoke.

I nodded and bit my lips.

"If it hurts, tell me. I don't want to hurt you while having fun."

That was so sweet of him. I loved what he said and -- AHHHH! SHIT!

It entered me and all the painful flashback came falling back to me, reminding me of the first time. I felt pain but also warmth but THANK GOD! Ryan was gentle, or else the whole world would be hearing my screams.

Ah, ah ah...Mmm, mm, MMMM!

Yes! It felt so good! It felt so fucking good! Oh, Oh, Ryan, Ryan, Ry--Mmmmm

The warmth spread alot fast and all I could feel was pleasure! The best kind! And he started kissing me. That felt even more better. Of course, I kissed back with twice the wildness. Ryan also sucked on my chest like a child. I never understood why boys are so crazy about bossoms, maybe its because it's what makes he women sexy.

Ryan quickened his movement. He became...WILD. The warmth came with twice the pain but the pain felt better now. Bearable.

Grab

I made eye contact with Ryan after I felt his hands holding mine and his face close to mine. That grip was a short gesture of reminding me that Ryan was with me and that he loved me. I could see love in his eyes at that movement. I could even feel his soul contacting me so intimately.

I couldn't control it. I lunged forward and gave him a passionate, everlasting kiss.

"I love you, Ryan Reeves."

Ryan smiled genuinely and replied by kissing my forehead.

He didn't need to open his mouth. I could hear him loud and clear.

Ryan reached his limit and fell beside me, still maintaining eye contact. We were breathing hard. Exhausted after 2 hours but it looked Ryan would last more but it was me. Girls last less than guys when it's their first or second time. Besides, my privates were feeling pain already, wonder if I can walk tommorow. If I can't, Ryan's so gonna get it.

"I love you, too, Angela Doss. I love you more than anything, I swear!" Ryan said with conviction.

He tells me that everyday but at this moment, at this exact moment, I could truly find and hear his love. His honesty...it was heartwarming.

Cup

I kissed his forehead and cupped his cheek like a puppy because he looked so damn cute!

"Next time, just say so. Don't stare at me funny infront of everyone else."

"Uh-What?" Ryan replied like he was confused.

"The way you have been looking at me for the past month. In the morning, after work, at evening and after I wear these tiny clothes. You clearly wanted me but were to shy to admit, eh?"

Ryan didn't reply, instead he looked elsewhere to hide his embarrassment. But I thought, I had the floor, yes I admit I felt like a boss untill the bastard opened his mouth.

"Is that why you were touching your chest a week ago when I was standing shirtless infront of you? Using your sexy voice almost every night before going to sleep? Massaging my back in every hug after I came from work? What? You thought I didn't notice? You gotta be kidding me? You were desperately trying to say to me 'Oh, Ryan lets do it, lets do it'."

And there it was. Shock. Utter shock in my eyes. Yup, my mouth was open and yup I blushed and yes...he was telling the truth. I wasn't annoyed. I was after he laughed on purpose to mock me.

He was right. After that day, I've been clearly feeling his love, realising how much he cares for me. And sex, it was a part of love. I was pretty oblivious to it but feeling it felt heavenly. Felt like I was flying...A WHOLE NEW WORLD!

I kept on thinking about it and to see Ryan naked was hot. He was truly a beast and I wanted him. I wanted him but like him I was too shy to admit it. Like before, he is irresistible, especially when you see those muscles of his.

We sat up and didn't speak for a while.

"Ahem, Angela?" Ryan broke the silence.

Hmm?

"There's no indirect way to say this but I think I am ready."

"Ready? For what?"

Oh, shit! Is he talking about a second time? Does he want to do it now? Jesus, Ryan! It's hurting so bad already, I can't do it for the second time.

"Angela..."

Oh, Ryan. Tomorrow, tomorrow! Please, please. Im begging you.

"Will you marry me?"

...

WHHHATTT??!!

Wait--What?

Did he...just...

"Ryan..." All I could mumur was his name because that's how shocked I was.

Ryan proposed to me? Is this happening? Did he really? I thought he was asking to love me again but...Oh God! HE PROPOSED!

"Ryan, I uh...oh...Ryan..."

"I'm sure, Angela. I've been thinking about it alot and I want to spend my entire life with you. You're my everything. My life. Will you marr--UghhhhMmmm"

Cup

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, I WILL!!!"

I jumped on him making him fall down the floor with me kissing him endlessly. I'M SO HAPPY, SO HAPPY, SO HAPPY!!!

"Wait."

Ryan stood up wore his boxer and approached a nearby side table. He was finding something there, don't know what it was.

"Give me you hand."

I brought it close just like he asked.

And he put it on me. A beautiful silver ring with a small diamond piece in the middle. I stood dazzled by its mere sight. All I could see was a sparkling gem that was custom made for me...Ryan gave it to me. My wedding ring...

Hicc, Hicc...

"Hey! What? Is it too tight? Ah, shit. Knew I had to get a bigger one..."

Smack

"Ow, what was that for??"

"I'm crying because I'm happy you idiot. I'm so happy...so happy..."

Grab

I fell on his arms and held him more tight than the bra on my chest. I sobbed for like 30 minutes and Ryan tolerated my cries and consoled me until I got better.

"Ryan...is this happening? I uhh...I don't know what to say..."

"I want to spend my entire life with you. You have been with me since a few months but what you have given is no less than the world itself. That was my job, Angela Doss but you thought of it before me."

I hugged Ryan again and continued my sobbing. That was the most shocking thing to happen to me. Getting proposed after an intense love making? Erotic, indeed. So Ryan-ish.

Im getting married...

"It's time, Angela. It's time to be together forever. Are you ready?" Ryan said wiping my tears away.

I nodded like an exicted child and looked forward of my new life.

He proposed to me...I never expected this and I never thought Ryan would propose so soon. Frankly, I never even thought about marriage but God had better plans for me.

"That's not how you do it. When you are shifting the number or in this case the integer, you change its sign. So it is -x and 6."

"Oh, Yes! Yes, yes I get it now. Darn, I was stressing for no reason. Thanks, Andrea."

Replied Kevin with a genuine smile.

"You've done it. Come on, let's go! Everyone is playing tag, they're waiting for us."

Andrea grabbed Kevin's hand and ran out as quickly as possible.

That view, that moment made me smile. I almost felt nostalgic. Like a moment that I lived too late in my life. It's been 13 years since I got married to Ryan. 13 years went by so fast, I barely kept track because each day was better than the last. Our marriage was a success because never once did Ryan and I fought or had marriage problems. Sure, we got into arguments but those were pretty cute ones like when Ryan became lazy and didn't want to finish his important assignments. I would scold him and it would lead to a small argument but we knew each other pretty well. We apologised after a few minutes. This mutual understanding was the main thing that kept us together for life.

"Aunt Angela, Chris keeps on teasing me. He is making fun of my face saying its all ruddy like a tomato."

"Oh, honey! I'm so sorry. Just, tell him who's boss. Remember, you can hit him if you like." I said winking to Emily who found herself encouraged. She left and was quite prepared to face Christopher .

"Nice parenting, babe." Said Ryan coming from behind and kissing my head.

"Yeah, well, our son isn't that much of a sunshine either. He has your spirited annoyance..."

"Yup. That boy is making me proud. He needs to enjoy life as he sees fit. And that Emily. God, she looks just like her mother Ashley."

"Yeah, I know. Speaking of Ashley, she scored a pretty decent guy."

"Alot of things happened after I left college. Glad she found her love like Jessica. Swear to God, she is so lucky to have Mike as her husband. That's a one in a million guy right there."

Hmm.

Michael and Jessica got married right after we did. And after a year, Ashley married her college friend, Neil. A good looking guy with a sensitive yet understanding integrity.

It happened. Today is a Friday. A day where we freinds get together and have a reunion every month. Ashley, neil, mike and Jessica are coversing with our old folk by the barbecue while my husband and I are here, reminiscing our old days.

Even now, when I see Ryan I feel my heartbeat faster than usual. I feel blood rush to my cheeks when I see him laugh and when I see him upclose. Like, eveyday I feel like I've fallen for him. This is a sign that he is not getting old and will always be by my side. Speaking of which, he hasn't gotten a single wrinkle on his face. He looks exactly the same as he looked when he was 22.

Ryan let me name our first child. I didn't converse with anyone, nor did I have the energy to do so. I was exhausted from the pain and birthing but when I saw this childs beautiful face, I saw mother in her. And I decided. I decided to name her after her grandmother. That day, dad cried for 3 hours straight. It was so cute.

"I'm so proud of our kids, babe. Andrea finished first in juniors 50 meter race. and Chris scored 3 goals straight and won against the opposing school in soccer. I can't tell you how grateful I am to be their father. Thank you, Angela. For giving me this life."

Cup

Ryan turned his face to me and gave me a kiss. It was sudden but enough to make be blush.

"You blushing? Hahhaha"

Ughh

"13 years and still I get flustered around you. I love you, too, Idiot."

"God..."

"What? what?"

"It's been so long and you still look exactly the same as the day I met you. You're still so beautiful, Angela Reeves. I promise to keep you happy forever."

Yes, I blushed again. I blush everytime we talk. It feels as if we are a newly wed couple, everyone says that to us.

"And you're getting old."

Ryan looked elsewhere. He was expecting me to say the same thing but I didn't. Apparently, I learned how to annoy your partner.

"You're mean, you know that?"

"No. I'm your wife."

Ryan smiled and looked at me in an acknowledged look. I offered him my hand as we walked to join our freinds.

In between, I spoke "Did you notice how Chris looks at Emily?"

"Pretty sure our son likes her."

"I hope he doesnt attack her without her consent smooches when she does something impressive."

Ryan kept his mouth shut. He got who and what I was mentioning. Felt pretty embarrassed about it.

"I hope he does. That way, he will eventually score her." Ryan smiled mischievously.

Yup. He was mentioning me. This time I felt embarrassed.

We walked and walked, held hands and spoke continuously. We never get bored nor do we run out of topics. I think this is what you call true love.

From strangers to life partners.

"I will always love you, Ryan. I swear to God".

"And I will always love you too, Angela Reeves. Thank you for this life. Thank you for this opportunity."

THE END.