Chapter 44, Dr. Clay (Cult of Eros #1, Ongoing Update)

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Here’s chapter 44 of the new book, Dr. Clay, I’ve been writing since NaNoWriMo 2022. Enjoy reading. Let me know your thoughts in the comment section below.

“Jesus Christ! What happened to you?” Agatha sputtered, eyeing every bruise she had. They were red, purplish, and pink, patching her delicate skin. From her cheeks down to her legs and feet. The quintessential part of her—statuesque, imposing woman—was gone. She didn’t look like a princess anymore. Like an actress. A superstar. A Gutierrez.

Elizabeth looked hammered. “Agatha…”

She clucked. “Come in,” she said, gesturing for her. She watched Elizabeth walk in and sit on the couch. “I’ll go get some water.” She rose and headed to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of tap water and handed it to her.

After downing a glass in a swallow, Elizabeth placed the empty glass on the table and sighed, lowering her head to the floor. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened to her. “Thank you,” she said.

“What happened? Who did this to you?” Agatha asked. Her voice was scissor-sharp. Before she could hear her reply, she jolted when Elizabeth suddenly leaned forward and kissed her lips. In a silky rush, her tongue entered her mouth. Penetrated her. Her whole body went rigid.

Goddammit. Elizabeth was one hell of a kisser.

Her lips were firm but deliciously soft. Not coming on too strong, but let her know she was prepared to take her to bed and show her she meant business. When she moved toward her, she felt her heart beating, her blood rushing. It was the oddest thing. She could sense exactly how much she wanted her, and not just because she was playing with her feelings, stroking her arousal.

Then, she pulled away as her smile faded. She crossed her arms, almost hugging herself while leaning forward until her face pressed to her knees.

Whenever Agatha imagined them together, her body had always warmed. Her skin had tingled. But the reality had been overwhelming. She’d been totally unprepared, and she wished it had lasted longer and been a little less intense. She felt she would have liked it more if she’d continued.

She forced a smile and then an awkward laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “What are you doing here, Liz? It’s next week, right?” She stuttered.

“Yes,” Elizabeth said.

“Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you last time? I don’t want to see you again,” she asked and paused to think of possible reasons why she was there, trying to make sense of her presence.

“I miss you,” Elizabeth replied, throwing her a hug.

“Well, if you’re here because of being my OG fan, thanks.”

“I’m not here because I’m your fan.”

“Then, why?”

Elizabeth pulled back, and when she straightened herself, she didn’t have qualms boring her with an interested look in her eyes. “Because I want you.”

Agatha scoffed, dismissing her. “As a friend? Cool. Sure, we can still be friends. Don’t worry about that.” She paused and sighed, lowering her head. “Life’s always like that. Shit happens.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then, what?”

Elizabeth shook her head again. “You’re more than that,” she said, cradling her face.

Agatha held her arm loosely, stroking it. She knew when her anxiety and irritation had turned into something hot. She smelled her arousal. A lovely sweetening in the air. Her body answered her call. Her chest rubbed against her. She could feel her nipples swelling under the bra.

But when her eyes landed on the bruises again, she stopped. “Tell me, who did this to you?”

Elizabeth sighed. “My dad.”

Agatha cursed, feeling her heart sinking. She planted both elbows on her knees, leaning forward. “But you know, you’re getting married.” She paused, thinking about what she had said to her brother. She clucked, knowing she had become like him. She hated the fact she was feeling the same way as he did. This wasn’t the Agatha she knew. Definitely not the therapy she needed.

What happened? She thought, reeling the events from the first moment they met to where they were now. As much as she would love to have her, no. Unlike her brother, she didn’t mind letting her go. She didn’t mind accepting a broken heart. A fucking one-sided shit. She wasn’t as possessive as him. Why would she? After all, fighting for something she never had wasn’t reasonable.

Yet, she was there. Sitting beside the woman she yearned for. Watching her, gazing at her, feeling her warmth, her love. “You can’t be doing this.” She shook her head while eyeing her. “Look. I like you. No. I mean, I’m falling—Whatever.”

Elizabeth took her chin and gently pulled her closer. She looked her in the eye while squeezing her hand. “Listen to me carefully. Clay and I broke up… and it’s out in public. I know this decision won’t be easy for me. But I don’t care.”

“Why are you doing this?” Agatha asked.

“You’ve been there when I needed the most. You fought for me when I was defenseless. You cried for me when I couldn’t. You were always there when I felt nobody cared for me. You never judged me for who I am. If that isn’t love, what is it?”

When Elizabeth noticed Agatha’s silence, she pulled back, and the look on her face shifted. “What’s wrong?”

“It hurts me to see you like this. Looking at you now reminded me of how I was twelve years ago.” Agatha paused, feeling choked and on the verge of an emotional breakdown. “I trusted someone. A family. But then, I was betrayed.” She gulped. “Molested. Almost killed my brother. Broke my family apart. I lost everything, everyone I loved, because of him.”

“Is that why you have nightmares?”

Agatha nodded. “Something terrible happened to me that day. I remember Kuya saved me, running away. I remember holding his hand like my life depends on it. I had nothing. I had no one except him. He was there when I needed someone to lean on. Remembering it now made me feel like I should protect you.” She shook her head, ignoring the tears crawling down her face. “You don’t deserve all of this. You don’t have to go through this. If you call it love, I’m more than willing to give it to you, Liz.”

Elizabeth was speechless. A long silence permeated between them until she managed to pull herself up. Without speaking a word, she wrapped her arms around her, patiently waiting for her to calm down. While she tightened her embrace, Agatha wailed like a child.

The next morning, she woke up and heard Agatha talking. She strolled, walking in baby steps in her direction until she arrived at the living area. She sat there, smiling while talking about anything in front of the camera. When Agatha noticed her, she raised her arm, beckoning her. So, she dashed and sat beside her.

But when she looked at the screen, it was too late to back off and remove herself. Agatha wasn’t just filming. She was live streaming. She sat in her nightgown, almost naked, with no makeup on, fresh from the bed, in front of everybody.

To say she was embarrassed was an understatement. But she spoke, explaining herself while defending Clay. She took the chance Agatha had given her as a privilege to speak the truth. After all the hesitation, she revealed she was in love with someone else. She paused and took Agatha’s hand while gazing at her.

“I’m in love with Agatha De Lara,” she revealed, leaving Agatha in shock.

As their eyes linked again, she tilted her head and pulled herself closer, closing her eyes, and Elizabeth didn’t pull back. Instead, she raised both arms, wrapping them around Agatha while boring her eyes into hers. When they couldn’t hold themselves any longer, they pulled each other and kissed.

Agatha pulled away to reach the button to end the live stream. After everything was shut off, she didn’t care about anything anymore except enjoying this moment with the woman she had longed for a long time. Her hand disappeared, snaking its way underneath her dress. Her breath warmed and moistened over her skin, kissing her cheeks down to her neck, through her collarbones.

While their tongues played high-fives, she grabbed her hips and ground herself into her hand. Her moan of satisfaction cranked her even higher as her nails bit into her back. She loved the little bursts of pain because they meant she was as hungry as she was.

Elizabeth arched, feeling like a dam had broken between her legs. She cried out when she felt her hand, briefly shooting her a grin. “More,” she demanded. “I want more.”

Agatha cursed. “Fine, if that’s what you want,” she said, smirking.

Author’s Note:

Thank you so much for spending time reading this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did when I wrote this part three months ago. This chapter, in particular, reminded me of those times when I sat before my desk, seemingly prepared to type in words, but I struggled to keep it up.

It took an external motivation to get it through, and, at that time, the NaNoWriMo event was upcoming. At that time, I thought, “This could be a great opportunity to try and give this a shot one more time. You’d done an excellent job with ‘The Rival,’ so you could do it, Mecyll.”

You know, it’s easier said than done because writing a chapter with a clear intent to finish it requires more than just a skill. Since I started writing fiction, I realized how much this work demands my ability to be naked and the guarantees to answer whether I was mentally, emotionally, and spiritually prepared to face my fears, conscious or unconscious.

So, being able to write this down meant I managed despite the countless times dancing around with depression and enjoying the roller coaster rides my anxiety provided me.

This is why I don’t know how to thank you for your support, regardless of the scale or contribution size, from sharing my work with others or buying my books. It doesn’t matter because, for me, every small act you show is appreciated.

Again, thank you, and have a great day!

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