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Keenan’s POV A week later... After Rory got discharged from the hospital, I helped take him home, trying to make sure he would be safe and okay in my absence. “For the last time, Keenan, I’ll be fine.” Rory tells me frankly, as I follow him into the house, “you are worse than a worrisome girlfriend. Hope you know.” He tells me grumpily. “You’ve done enough, you need rest.” I roll my eyes, “Coming from someone who was making wedding preparation on the hospital bed, I’d gladly take the advice.” I sarcastically remark with a snort. “Well, that was different.” Rory argues and I raise a brow at him, “I did that because I was and I am still eager to get married and settle down and make a family with Taylor and Reign, but you need to go home and spend the night with your wife.” Hearing Rory refer to Vary as my wife brings alive a feeling I once thought I lost, which is the ability to own someone or something. With Vary, I always feel like I’m
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After dressing up for work in a three-piece brown suit, I make my way downstairs to grab breakfast before leaving for work. As I walk down the stair, unlike usual, I see Vary dressed in a red skirt and a black three-piece suit with her full curly hair on full display, sitting on the dining table and sipping her cup of creamed coffee delicately. I would have explained in details how impeccably breathtaking she is if I didn’t see that she was as dressed for work just as I am. She seems to sense my presence and turns her attention to me. “Good morning, Keenan,” she greets, and a wide grin, which almost looks like a mocking gesture, plasters on her face. “Morning?” I reply still suspicious about this entire morning dressing thing, “Are you going somewhere?” She nods her head affirmatively. “I’m going to work.” Now I feel like she’s trying to mock me. I walk to the table and take my sit next to her position and pour myself a cup of creamed
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When I arrive back home, I turn off the car and just as I get down from the car I notice that Vary’s car isn’t in the car park yet and my heart throbs as I wonder; what if she had changed her mind about the date as the day went on? What if she has a lot of work and assignments and she can’t bail? And what if she doesn’t want to bail from that work and would rather hang me to dry? Never in my life have I been so unsure and insecure, but that’s exactly what Varisha can do to me, and I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse. I make my way to the door and I’m about to go in when Vary drives in with her car and turning it off after properly parking it; she gets down. Relief and happiness wash over me as I see her and my face breaks into a ridiculous grin, only composing myself when she raises a brow at me. I silently stare at her as she walks up to me with a smirk, whispering into my ears, “Didn’t think I’d be late, d
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“The dinner was lovely, Keenan. I enjoyed myself.” Vary tells me as we walk towards the door to her room and she unhooks her arm from mine. After we finished eating, I took Varisha out for a walk on the top of the Royal City restaurant where we spent the next hours talking and getting to know her even better. Even little things matter if we are hoping to make this work. I don’t want to assume that I know her because I only know twenty per cent and so that assumption would be completely absurd. I’d like to hear from the girl herself. I asked questions while she answered some of my questions about her favourite food, favourite holiday and a little more about her than I already know, which was amazing, and I have to say I’ve fallen even more in love with her. It was Vary’s idea to return home early to get enough rest and be early for work tomorrow and even though I didn’t like the idea; I respected her decision.
Hell Of A Marriage Thirty
When my eyes open again, I find myself in a bathtub and although my eyes are kind of blur, I can hear the voices of both Rebecca and Judith and hands all over my body, washing and scrubbing me. Fear rises in me, not for being naked or being washed, but for what I might have done subconsciously. My body shakes violently and I struggle to get out of the tub even when I see nothing. “Mr Hilton, please stay still. We are almost through with bathing you.” I Judith’s voice comes up to say as she fetches a bowl of warm water and pours it onto my head without warning me and I gasp out taking deep breaths and almost choking. “Queste persone vogliono uccidermi (These people want to kill me),” I mumble out. I wipe my face open quickly to ask, “Where’s Vary?” “Mrs Hilton said she had a meeting with the board and we should bathe you and help you sober up,” Rebecca explains, taking t
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I walk back to the study and the three of my new crew are all busy on their laptops. George sees me and he stops working on his laptop and gets up. “Man, that’s your wife?” he asks with wide and unbelievable eyes. I frown at his sudden question and his ridiculous facial reactions, but “Yea,” I nod in reply. “Now I get why you’re not ready to let her go. If in the future I have a wife like that, I would kill any man that does as much as smiles at her. Can I say she’s a genuine delight? like seriously, she’s a living walking goddess!” My teeth clench hard in jealousy, “No you can’t, but you already said that, haven’t you? And if you weren’t helping me ruin her stupid date with that douche you’d probably be dead too.” I snap harshly. “How do you know he’s a douche?” Tina asks, suddenly looking up from her phone at me. I roll my
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THIRD POV She walks over to him, but instead of handing Keenan the divorce papers in the file, she drops it before him. Keenan’s eyes drop to the floor where the file now lies, and he drops his hand to pick it up when Vary steps on it, causing him looks up at her in confusion. He does not understand the look on her face, nor can he tell what is on her mind that’s making her act this way, but he knows that something is up. Vary’s hand slowly runs through his hair and before he can say or do anything, her hand leaves his hair and she slowly trails it down to his face and down his neck. Shivers run down his spine as he hasn’t had this much attention on his body for a while. It’s been more than a week since he was last with a woman and the last woman he was with was her. He fights to regain a little of his control. “What are you doing?” He asks, his voice weakening along with his senses. “What does it look like?” She asks, arching a
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Five Months Earlier. Vary’s POV “I’m fine, Keenan, it’s bad you made me quit my job, but I’m not an invalid, I’m only pregnant” I lament as Keenan carries me in a bridal style up the stairs and into our bedroom and when he gets in, he walks to the bed and carefully lowers me down on it. He pecks my lips before sitting down and putting my legs in his lap and helping me pull off my shoes. “You are my responsibility because we are expecting our first baby.” He replies, massaging my feet and my eyes close slowly as I enjoy what he is doing. For the past two and half month Keenan has made it his duty and responsibility to treat me like a Regina (queen) as he’d call out when we argue. I can’t say I don’t love the affection and tenderness he’s showering on me. I’m just not happy when he does everything alone. “You know we still have six to seven and a half months till the delivery day. Think you can keep up?” I cock a bro
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