“I’m so glad you’re okay, babe,” he mumbles into my hair and hugs me harder. There is so much comfort warm in his arm.
I chuckle happily, and hug him tightly as well “Me too Levi, me too.” I reply, my hands rubbing his back slowly and he seems to relax even more at my touch.
It’s been under twenty-four hours since we last saw each other and it already feels like forever and I don’t want to lose it again.
He let go of me and takes my lips into his and kisses me deeply and desperately, and I kiss back giving as much as I am receiving. I wrap my arms around his neck and pulling him even closer to me. His arms pull me tighter against his body and I lean more into him as I let him take control of the kiss, accepting his tongue into my mouth.
We pull away, trying to catch our breaths, and I bite down slowly on my lips, trying to control the feelings running through me as my eyes open to look at him
The phone line ends, leaving me torn and anxious about what to do next and I get too occupied that I do not expect the knock that comes to my door, causing me to jump, a bit startled almost immediately. An unpleasant feeling coils in my stomach as I debate whether to open the door for the stranger sent here by Keenan to pick me up. ‘What if Keenan's aim is to get you killed?!’ my pessimistic mind yells at me. ‘That way, he won’t have to go through the trouble of divorce. What then?’ I won’t say he’s not that kind of person, because he’s a man in love and people who are in love sometimes do crazy things like getting rid of anyone in the way of their happiness. I’ve seen how Keenan acts out when Taylor is discussion, and I know his love for that woman is too deep and he’ll move every mountain if it’ll help him get to her. I’m the number one person in the way of that. And never has my life been so endangered as it is now. Am I over
It has been a week since we began living together. Mentally feels like it’s more than a year already, as the days past have been the longest I’ve been in. It's been long. I’d say sixty-two hours a day felt more accurate. In the past week, Keenan had taken it upon himself to make us anything but close. He’s hired three maids, one of which is my helper and he said that like I was an invalid, two professional chefs, three gardeners, two drivers and four security men. He never for once did he ask for my consent to everything he did, well at first I didn’t want to give him any advice, but he didn’t listen when I tried to later on. He banned me from coming to the office, which is understandable because I hate the whole idea of working under my husband. But not only did he ban me from coming to the office, he also banned me from looking for another job and when I tried arguing with him, he told me it was part of the prenup I signed. I demanded to see
“Why would I ever want to screw myself, when I can always screw you instead?” And immediately he let me go and hands me the towel before walking out of the bathroom.I gasp and cover my mouth, panting as I watch the door closes behind him. I felt weakness all over my body, especially because he just left me undone and in need of release.How can he do this to me? He didn’t have any right to touch me, and yet he did.He’s trying to prove the point of what he’s capable of at my expense and I let him.I feel terrible, violated. Can we classify that as being violated? Cause and I didn’t complain or fight against it because I wanted it. I feel so weak and yet so turned on and unable to get back at me for what he’s done.Hell, this is bad, and it’s getting out of hand. I don’t think I have as much effect on him as he does on me and I think he knows that, too.I take three deep breaths af
Once inside, I notice there are also notable men and women present and although Keenan is still yet to tell me why we are here; I hear small voices talking and putting two and two together; I know this might be an engagement party, not a special event like he made it seem like back at home. “Whose engagement party is this?” I ask Keenan, who has been pulling me along with him everywhere since we entered five minutes ago, like I’m his toy. “Uh?” He raises a brow at me, trying to play the confusion part, but I know better, which gets me even more pissed off. I roll my eyes and stare at him, “Don’t you uh me! Speak or I’m gonna turn around and leave this very minute.” I threaten with a serious look. He breathes down slowly, and I know he wants to be stubborn, controlling and pushy, but there seems to be something about this entire event that keeps him in check. “It’s Taylo
Levi walks over to me smiling happily and pulls me to himself and before I can say anything he kisses me softly on the lips and I melt into that kiss, only pulling away when I realise we are still in public. “We need to leave here so we won’t attract attention,” I tell him and he nods happily and takes my hand. He’s barely able to keep his eyes and hands off me all the while we drove over to his apartment, and it is almost the same with me. “You look really beautiful, Vary,” he says to me, as he opens the door to his apartment and ushers me inside. “Thank you,” I reply and walk in and he closes the door. I turn to him with a sceptical look before asking, “How did Keenan reach you?” He looks a little lost and taken back in thoughts, “He came to my gym yesterday and he forcefully made me hear him out and I’m glad I did.” He goes into the kitchen, and kicks off my black heels and I follow behind him. He opens the fridge and
“Who’s she, Keenan?” I ask Keenan, who looks lost between the two women beside him. I don’t need the answer, no I didn’t want the answer because I already know who she is. This was why he threw me away yesterday. He wanted to sleep around with some other woman. My heart is breaking, but then again, what did I even expect? He doesn’t love me; he doesn’t even like me and I have given my heart already to him! Who does that? A pathetic loser. The woman, although in a towel, is a walking beauty and I think at this point she knows that. She’s of medium height and the towel does not hide her great curves. Her straight blonde hair reaching behind her back, her eyes are alluring green orbs and her lips red and a lit puffy and I know why that is. “Who are you?” The Lady turns to ask me as Keenan seems to go mute. Her eyes are demanding and unfriendly as she stares at me. “I’m his wife,” I put much emphasis on the wife so s
“She said ‘I love you.’” I reply, walking away from the window and towards the bed and I sit down next to him. “Your wife proclaiming her affection towards you shouldn’t be something that would make you feel this disturbed.” If his ignorance hasn’t made me feel bad before, it just did. I wouldn’t say I blame him, though. We have been in brief contact since I got back. In fact, we haven’t been friends for the last four years, not after he accused me of sleeping with Taylor, who was still then his girlfriend behind his back and broke Taylor’s heart. Since I came back into the country, I felt hurt by Taylor and I developed resentment towards him; he was the guy that hurt and broke Taylor’s heart and he was the one Taylor still chose over me. I kept my distance from them and have disclosed little information about himself to Rory well until now. I needed my best friend just as much as he needed me, and I know I have to tell him the truth ab
“Good morning, princess.” He greets politely. From what I can see on him, he only has his black Calvin Klein briefs and his black singlet on for covering. The remaining parts of his body comes up exposed to my eyes, his muscled arms and from his mid-thigh downward exposed with thick muscles and long dark hair from his knee downwards. “Morning.” I reply, feeling a little disconnected and suspicious suddenly. “What are you doing?” I step away from the door, but not going anywhere close to me. I tighten my hands around the white towel I have on, which barely covers much. He smiles widely, “I’m drawing you a warm bath.” he runs his hand through the water in the tub and I stand still and watch him. After a while he looks up at me, “it is warm enough, undress and get in.” “While you are still here?” I ask, my tone rising nervously as I speak. And this makes him get up from the tub and I properly stare at him. There is a humoro