Please read 1st The Rebel Bella book before reading Rebel Bella 2: New Beginnings.
This is the second book of The Rebel Bella. Jaelyn and Fergal are separated, living apart. They made an agreement to separate and see if they are better together or b...
I am still sleeping, turning over. I hear the birds chirping. I opened my eyes a little bit, seeing blurs.
I saw the time on my alarm clock. My birthday is officially over. Gotta wait 730 days for my big 3-0.
I rubbed my eyes, sitting up. I looked down as I was still naked. I looked down at my bed. I don't see Marcel in my room.
I heard some clanking sounds. I grabbed my hoodie and put on my short shorts. "Marcel?" I asked. "Out here," he called.
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I leave my room. I can smell something like fresh coffee. I got to my kitchen, seeing Marcel wearing sweatpants and had no shirt on.
"Morning, handsome," I said. Marcel turns around, seeing me. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, smiling.
I see he's cutting up mango, strawberries and bananas. "What are you making?" I asked, wrapping my arms around him.
"Well, I was gonna surprise you with fruit in bed but this is better," he said, putting the knife down and turning towards me.
We kissed each other deeply. "You tasted so schatz last night," he said. "What do you mean by schatz?" I asked.
"It's sweet in German. You tasted so sweet like strawberry cream," he said, kissing me. I kissed him back.
"How did you get the sweatpants?" I asked. "Oh, I found them in your closet. If that's okay?" he asked.
"Oh it's fine. They're Bryson's old sweatpants. I used to wear his clothes when I was a teenager, forgetting I had them," I said.
He goes back to cutting the fruit. I poured myself some coffee, getting dairy-free creamer from my fridge. I added it to my coffee.
"How did you sleep afterwards?" I asked. "Good, especially holding you in my arms as you sleep, naked. How about you?" he asked.
"Good. Sorry if I passed out after you came," I said. "It's okay. I feel like we were very rough," he said. "Well you made me cum a few times," I said, smirking.
"Has Fergal ever done that?" he asked. "Well, not three times. He only made cum twice," I said.
"Only two?" he asked. "Plus, he's almost 40 years old and sometimes he can't stay hard for very long," I said. "Ouch, that's a burn," he said.
"Despite being a newly divorced woman, I still own his balls or whatever balls he has left after I twisted them and turned him black and blue," I said.
Marcel chuckling. "I'll know better not to cross you," he said. "Cross a Latina Italian woman like me, feel the fiery wrath," I said.
"I know the saying never crosses a scorned woman," he said. I nodded, sat on my island as he continued to cut.
