By the time he grows tired, I have forgotten how to walk. My throat feels sore from moans and groans, my thighs hurt, I feel raw and completely battered. And I’d do it all again the next day if I would be given the chance to hear him moan and grunt like he did tonight. I have never met a man like him. And I’m not sure I will ever meet a man like him again. He had no shame in giving and taking what he wanted. He was not holding back from expressing his own pleasure and I’m not sure what was better. Him getting off because he got me off, or the way he grunts and huffs when he’s enjoying himself more than I think he is.He also did not hesitate to scoop me up and walk with me to the bathroom, despite the obvious tiredness that had taken him over. He walks with me and even starts my bath. “You know -” I murmur, as he finally lets me down on my feet. “- you doing all this for me leaves me under the impression that you might fall for me.” I chuckle, grabbing at his hair and tugging it tea
I sink into the driver’s seat of my car, my eyes pinned on the road ahead, a little unsure if I want to drive away or march my way back upstairs. He had given me the access pass. I could always march back up. Was this what he wanted? To mess with me? What sort of idiot is he?! I lean forward and look up at the tall building, towards the tall building. As if I could see if he was looking down and out the window, to see if I was going to leave. There were no lights on and I could not tell if there was anyone upstairs missing me or looking for me.Urgh! I groan out and bump my head on the wheel as a wave of frustration washes over me. He’s suddenly all over in my head and I can not push him out of it! And I want nothing but to wrap my hands around his neck and choke the life out of him- while I -The buzzing of the phone suddenly pulls me out of my murderous thoughts and I lean in to grab the phone that’s still somewhere deep in my bag. I feel my heart sink when I pull it out and it’s
I grab another glass of champagne as Thalia walks out in what feels like the 10th dress already. By the time I had managed to make it here, she had also decided she was going to go first and pick herself a nice dress for the wedding, and since my mind was still all over the place, I was one big fool to say yes and allow her to have her share of fun.Thalia booked the whole shop for ourselves for the rest of the day, so beside the two of us and two overly nice and sweet, way too young to be doing this, sellers, there was no one here to bother us. Maybe the occasional man, dressed in a fancy suit who kept refilling our drinks everytime we were out. I am not sure if he came with the shop or it was a nice treat from my soon to be husband, and I did not want to know. I gulp down the champagne and put my glass away as Thalia parades another pink dress that looks so not her, looking around the shop we have for ourselves. Scanning the racks filled with dresses and gowns of all colors and de
“What are you doing here?” the words tumble out of my mouth before I can catch myself.The way his brows raise tells me he was about to ask me the same thing. His head leans to the side and he takes in my posture, dully taking a defensive posture as well, mimicking mine. His jaw tenses and he ponders on what to answer a second more, before finally deciding that fighting with me was not a good option.“Where have you been?” he asks, and maybe I was wrong on my previous thought. It feels like he wants to pick a fight.“Are you following me?” I huff, not ready to give in just yet.‘Following you?” he seems surprised I would ever imply such a thing.“Yes! This is a damn wedding dress shop! In one of the most expensive and exclusive areas of the town. What are you doing here?” I want to stomp my foot on the ground, but maybe this would be seen as being a bit childish.“Expensive and exclusive -” he murmurs, looking around. “Then why are you here? Isn’t this a place for rich pompous people?
Walk in. Put an end to this bullshit. Walk out and live happily ever after as a trophy wife. That’s the plan. That should have been the plan from the very beginning before this got out of hand. But now it seemed almost impossible to see things done a different way. It is impossible to actually think I can do this! I have done nothing but think of tonight the whole damn day. It was three days before the wedding and I still had not done the thing! The damn thing was putting an end to all this mess! Some news has reached my father’s ears and not to mention he almost lost his head in the fight that followed. On the other hand, my mother seemed to be proud of me for “Taking my life in my own hands”. Somehow, the idea of offering myself to someone I chose seemed to be empowering for her. But just as my father did, she insisted on putting an end to this before the wedding. This could not go further any longer and I wanted my life to kind of end right now too. Because there was no way I sa
It feels like she is weightless as she rests against me. It might be my fault for being this tired at this point, but the weight of her head on my chest is nothing. And now that everything is still, I realize that the weight of the world that usually follows me around is nowhere in sight. The warmth of her body is more than soothing as she presses herself against my side and she tangles one of her legs with one of mine. I had not planned for this to happen like this, but I couldn't help it. I could not push her away anymore. Maybe it was a bit too early, or maybe it was too late to accept such displays of affection. And this, tonight, was violating every single ground rule we had established. But it felt right in the worst ways. Her fingers move over my chest, drawing random patterns. I feel the grip sleep has over me growing ever tighter, but the simple thought of her still being awake was haunting me and keeping me awake.“Are you not tired ?” I groan out, brushing a hand over my
The tension in the tiny room is horrifying. My mother stands against the doorframe, her arms crossed on her chest, her pale green eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror, while Thalia still has no idea what to say. Her mouth opens and closes all over again as she stares at me, at the mark on my neck, at my reflection then at me again as if she did not have the courage to spill it out.It has been a damn horror show ever since I left that damned place. David- or whatever his name was - has been busting my phone up with calls and messages to the point where I had to block his number so I could catch a damn break. I’m not sure which one of us took this harder. Me, because I spend the next day crying my eyes out, raging around and taking it on everyone around me, or him because he simply could not get the hang of me. It did not make sense. It did not make sense how damn blind I was to all the signs he was one of us. It did not make sense why I was so drawn to him still, even if my ang
Even if this was a private, it felt like the whole world was here to watch. There was no media and reporters piled up, but there were cameras, security and of course, hired photographers everywhere. It was a private event, and it still felt like the whole world was invited. Over five hundred people were together here to celebrate this stupid event.. My wedding. My doom. The end of everything I thought I loved. The reception and the ceremony were held in the same building, an ancient castle that made me feel like a medieval princess. The estate belonged to my future husband, and I truly felt like the princess that was about to be trapped into the highest damn tower of this place. I am gripping the flower bouquet as if it was something that was about to save my life if I needed it, while Thalia leaves me alone behind the doors of the ceremony room. My father was supposed to walk with me down the aisle, but something told me he might want to pass this since I was about to dishonor my wh