WIDOW IN MY BED

5 Months earlier…

Havana Cuba

After three days of exploring the Zapata Peninsula, playing with the animals, swimming in the wild, and exploring some of the lakes, Amanda finally arrived in the oldest city in Latin America, Havana.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

In addition to its exotic scenery, this country is also known as a unique and relatively isolated area. Here, we will be treated to music that sounds everywhere, as if without limits and buildings that are no less unique. Expect to avoid easily getting a cell phone signal here because the network in this country is quite difficult. That may be why some couples choose this country to spend their honeymoon. Or it could also be an alternative, an escape.

But unfortunately, Amanda flew all the way here not to escape, let alone honeymoon. Amanda hated the word, but she hated her marriage even more. The beautiful woman, who is already in her early thirties, was forced to give up her household at the court table due to cases of domestic violence and infidelity committed by her husband.

Amanda deliberately chose Havana to rest her mind for a moment. She would have gone mad if she had stayed in Australia, struggling with her job as a Senior Executive Chef and her divorce trial, which was only weeks away.

Amanda opened her hotel window to a view of the evening twilight. It looks extraordinary, with the orange sky and sparkling city lights illuminating all corners of Havana.

Music played near Amanda’s stay, making her body sway as she unpacked her suitcase. Amanda pulls out tank tops, shorts, tropical print dresses, swimsuits, underwear, pyjamas, toiletries, makeup, and a vibrator. Yes, a vibrator!

It’s not Amanda who brought it. Her best friend Camila Oliver accidentally put it in her suitcase while helping Amanda pack. Only Camila knew that Amanda was taking a few weeks off to relax her mind in Havana. Even the rest of her family had no idea where Amanda had gone.

“I know that starting next month you will be a widow, like me. But you have to remember Amanda, we are young and have turbulent biological desires. The device is the perfect solution for single women like us.” Camila said at the time after helping Amanda pack.

Amanda recalled Camila’s advice, and she considered herself to be an experienced teacher. “Camila has no brains!” Amanda said, annoyed.

After half an hour of tidying up and then taking a shower, Amanda was finally ready to attend a festival at the end of every month. Exhibitions, performances, singing and dancing were the highlights of tonight’s celebration.

Amanda was elegant in a white lace dress with straps wrapped around her back. A red ribbon adorned her head, and flat shoes were the best choice for dancing.

This is the real Havana, full of music, dancing everywhere, thick Spanish accents, and couples who do not hesitate to make out on the streets. It makes Amanda pause momentarily, envious of their harmony and acceptance of each other.

But I can’t be selfish. I can’t expect more because I’m not a perfect woman. I failed to be a mother, and I failed to be a wife.

I’ve cried too much. I must be Strong!

After all, in this world, how could there be a man who would accept a disabled woman like me? Ah, never mind, am I not here to forget everything? To forget my failed marriage. Amanda said to herself, feeling a slight stinging.

After parking the car she had rented, Amanda soon joined the crowd. It was not difficult for her to get used to those beautiful feet dancing. Although Amanda was not good at dancing, she was determined to have fun tonight.

She was shaking her body all by herself, with no friends. Not even a partner. She was occasionally greeting other tourists or locals who tried to offer crafts. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a burly arm wrapped around her stomach.

“Shut up.” The voice whispered.

His breath hit the nape of Amanda’s ear, making her body tingle slightly. That slight touch awakened the passion she had buried for months.

The man was breathing heavily like he was chasing something. Then, when Amanda tried to rebel, the man clung tighter to her.

He then pleaded. “Just for a minute, stay like this. Do me a favour, just for a minute.”

Amanda unconsciously leaned against the chest of the unknown man holding her tightly.

Leaning her jaw on the woman’s shoulder, Amanda could feel the mature man’s skin that was provoking her passion.

This man… had a thin beard,

with a voice that looked… manly,

And his body smelled of… Italian musk.

These were the only three things Amanda knew. Amanda had no idea what the man holding her from behind looked like. Maybe people who saw them would think they were a couple in love.

Now Amanda’s gaze was on the stranger’s arms, which looked tantalizing, studded with fine hairs that were, by God, hot. His biceps were tantalizing with the Panerai watch on his wrist.

At least he’s not a Grandpa,

His wrists are really… sexy,

And he’s… pretty rich.

Amanda added those three things. Then, the woman observed more intimately. Some rings on the man’s fingers caught her attention. But the most exciting thing is the Chopard Blue ring on her middle finger. Amanda knows that the ring with the large bright blue diamond is worth US$ 17 million. And there is only one in the world.

I stand corrected. This man is crazy rich.

Amanda was even more lulled when the pores of their skin rubbed against each other. It made Amanda, who had never felt a man’s touch in six months, bite her lips hard.

“Sorry, I’m being presumptuous. Just for a moment, do me a favour.” A hoarse voice followed the man’s whisper.

The ticklish sensation intensified as the man buried his face in Amanda’s shoulder. The man didn’t realize that his full lips pressed against Amanda’s smooth skin was making her even more helpless.

Amanda was lost in thought. And just as Amanda closed her eyes to savour the slight touch, the stranger let go of her embrace.

“Thank you for your help.” The man said, patting Amanda lightly on the shoulder. The man, who seemed hurried, ran off without further ado or showing his face. In disbelief, Amanda stared at the back of the man in the white shirt with the black backpack.

How annoying!

Damn it! I do look like a bitch! Amanda thought to herself.

“Hey asshole! I’ll skin you if you appear before me again! Fuck you!” Amanda unconsciously shouted, then raised her middle finger.

It made several festival-goers glance at her. She looked like a crazy woman now. Amanda looked down in shame while saying lo siento, aka I’m Sorry several times.