Lexie woke up, still wrapped in Zheme's particularly strong arms, both of them naked, both of them skin to skin.
It felt better this way, she could feel everything, his heat, his muscles...she could clearly feel him and she couldn't be happier. Slightly pulling away, she looked up at him, first identifying the fact that he was still asleep, eyes sealed shut, plump lips slipped ajar.
To her, he looked beautiful this way, breath after breath slipping pass his lips and loose strands of black hair now tormenting his face. Reaching forward, she shoved them aside, index finger running along his jaw and down to the soft, delicate skin of his neck.
Her finger breached lower, running down to his chest and circling his stiff, pink nipple before continuing on its journey down.
He was truly a masterpiece of perfection, his abs were prominent along his stomach, her inquisitive finger chasing each one and
Lexie glared at Zheme as he shrugged on his jacket, hand slowly twisting the door knob as he looked back at her. "I'm ready." That wasn't what Lexie wanted to hear, but unfortunately for her, those words were what left the cunning fool's lips. "How could you?" She asked, voice strong with malice. "You said you weren't gonna go." Zheme sighed for the hundredth time, hand disregarding the knob to drop lifelessly by his side. "I wasn't gonna go, but it's different now since dad called." "Why is it different?" "He said he had something important to talk about, maybe he wants to find out if you're ready for marriage." Marriage? That man must be a bigger fool than Zheme. "Well in that case, I am not, tell him that." Zheme's face twisted into a frown, back resting against the door. "Last night you said you we
Lexie's heart that was foolish enough to believe him tore right open, her eyes leaking hot tears as she drowned in betrayal. He promised! He said he wouldn't, yet he still went ahead and did. What a fool she was, thinking she could change him. What a fool she was, to have believed him. What a damn fool! She had made a complete idiot out of herself all because she was too gullible. Tearing her gaze away from the floor and up to his dark eyes, Lexie rubbed her burning cheek. "Why...?" Her voice was croaky and dry, subdued and audibly vulnerable, yet still Zheme tucked his hands in the closure of his pockets, eyes assessing her rather coldly as he voiced out..."Wasn't it a rule to stay away from my office? Or did you foolishly forget?" His words hit her right in the chest and it seems that was his aim all along; to puncture her
Zheme sat in his office, unable to go to bed. After all, he had done something he had promised not to. He had slapped her and once again beaten her into unconsciousness. He had said some pretty awful things too and he was terribly sorry, but his heart held no regret. What he had done, had to be done. It wasn't an excuse, it was just the plain truth. Sighing, he reclined in his chair, mind traveling back to the conversation he and his father had earlier. •••—Flashback—••• • "Son." As always, that was the first word to escape the pits of Maxwell's mouth, a sly smile on his lips as he twirled his office chair to the left. "It's been so long since I've seen you, how have you been?" "Fine father." Zheme replied, voice calm despite the lingering fear he felt for his father. "How about you?" "
Lexie woke up in the same room she had grown to dread, eyes droopy, lips dry, body overly weak. Her hands were shackled above her head, feet restrained to the floor and though she wasn't sure how to feel about her current position, she was certain that fear was what she felt most. Fear of what to come, fear of who he had become, so much fear that she felt as though it was stifling her. It was settled around her neck, tightening as the seconds ticked by, it was like a snake, slithering down her skin, planning to eat her alive. It was frustrating, to fear the person you were once so comfortable around and it was sad to still think that everything he did up until now was just a slip up. He had promised her and he had kept that promise for so long, so why break it now, why hit her? Why restrain her? Why..? Just why...? She had glared at him before, sh
Zheme set the pancakes and the syrup on the wooden table, a blatant frown on his lips, a tenuous pain in his heart and the sad look that had been on Lexie's face haunting his mind. Her eyes had held so much pain, but her expression was what depicted her augmenting lugubriousness, the tears that left her eyes, the cries of hurt that left her lips...Zheme saw and heard them all, but all he could do was ignore them when he really wanted to just...just hold her. She had looked so vulnerable, so hurt and yet all Zheme could do was bestow upon her, more pain, more sadness, more of everything she obviously didn't want. If she really hadn't hated him before, then she must hate him now. After all, he had broken a promise that even he never dreamt of breaking, but alas, what is done is done, he can never reverse time, but maybe he can make up for making such a terrible mistake by leading her on a path of happiness when
Zheme sat her in his lap by the table, pulling the dish closer. "Here Kitten, eat."With tears in her heart, Lexie took ahold of her fork and started doing just what she had been told... She ate and when she was done, she turned to look at him, eyes still red and not withholding anything but the pain of his betrayal. "I'm full."Zheme nodded at that, lifting her and taking her up the flight of stairs to their shared bedroom. "I already ran you a bath." He sat her on his right knee, using his now free hand to twist the knob and push the door open. "Take a shower and I'll be waiting for you on the bed."He placed her on her feet on the bathroom floor and watched as she staggered further inside without uttering a word. This wasn't his Lexie, his Lexie had never been this quiet and this obedient before, his Lexie had never looked at him with such eyes before, but maybe it was because she —his Lexie— had never been this hurt before.Her pain was almost tan
Zheme sat her in his lap by the table, pulling the dish closer. "Here Kitten, eat."With tears in her heart, Lexie took ahold of her fork and started doing just what she had been told... She ate and when she was done, she turned to look at him, eyes still red and not withholding anything but the pain of his betrayal. "I'm full."Zheme nodded at that, lifting her and taking her up the flight of stairs to their shared bedroom. "I already ran you a bath." He sat her on his right knee, using his now free hand to twist the knob and push the door open. "Take a shower and I'll be waiting for you on the bed."He placed her on her feet on the bathroom floor and watched as she staggered further inside without uttering a word. This wasn't his Lexie, his Lexie had never been this quiet and this obedient before, his Lexie had never looked at him with such eyes before, but maybe it was because she —his Lexie— had never been this hurt before.Her pain was almost tan
Lexie forced herself to swallow the last piece of chicken on her plate, then glared up at Zheme who was currently washing his dish. His back was turned to her, broad shoulders shifting along with every movement of his hands.Three days had passed since he had locked her in the dungeon, and oh, how she wished she could just stab him in the neck, or in the side, or better yet in the head, after all, thats where his sickness was...in his damn head.Since breakfast, he kept ordering her around, kept demanding control and Lexie just wanted to shove something down his throat. He had taken enough from her, her trust, her heart and now he wanted her submission. He'd get submission alright, but only until Lexie found out how to screw off those bars off of those damn windows."Lexie, bring your plate."Lexie's glare intensified, he didn't even ask if she was finished with it, but either way, Lexie rose out of her chair, grabbed her plate and brought it to him.