A man

Finally! My time to claim what is mine is here. And the best part? I will even take blessings from her family at the same time"

I relax in my private plane as I look at the empty seat next to me, which she will be filling up soon.

And with that, a smile came on my lips.

"She will be here with me. She is mine, whether she likes it or not

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"Thank you, Jerry," I say as he keeps my suitcase in my room.

He leaves me alone with a smile and i look around. Just the same as always.

I don't come home all the times, it's just I enjoy my independence and I come whenever I'm home sick. Inspite of that, my room always remains the same. And i love it

My parents live 100 kms away, away from the city. My father is retired and is enjoying his life with my mother.

My father used to run a multi-millionaire company, which is now taken over my brother.

I refresh myself and I walk my way towards to kitchen.

I see my mom and dad cooking something and laughing. I smile at it.

I have always wanted a relationship like this. With a particular someone.

I shook my head and focused on my parents.

"What is cooking?" I ask as I sit down on the counter behind them.

"Would you like some of your parent's special spaghetti? " and an automatic smile plastered on my face. I have always loved that spaghetti.

"YES!" I say and both of them laugh.

"So, here ya go!" my mom says as she hands me the plate and kisses my head.

I dig into it immediately and I close my eyes at the first bite.

Before anyone could say anything, a different voice spoke, "I hope I'm not too late"

I turn behind to see my brother, "Xavy" I say and I keep my plate and hug my brother, Xavier.

"No! Iris, you will dirty my clothes" he says as he holds up his hand to keep distance between us. I roll my eyes at him

"That was one time!" I exclaim as I glare at him.

He gives me a smile and pulls me in. I hug him back and giggle.

"Good to have you back cherry"

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It was night now, after dinner, all 4 of us sat in the living room and we were just talking and laughing. It was raining outside, so we were tucked in our blankets and were cozy.

And in the middle, Jerry came, "Excuse me sir and ma'am. But you have a guest"

And we all got confused as no one heard the bell.

"Who is it?" my father asks.

Jerry gave his poker face. "You guest has prohibited me to tell you about them"

My whole family stands up, along with me.

"Tell them to come in"

I could see my father and brother slightly come in front of mom and me.

Jerry walks out.

And my heartbeat increased, I felt my hands go sweaty. I felt my heartbeat increase.

I felt something was about to come, and I wasn't prepared to see it.

And when the person entered the hallway. I knew who it was, after 9 whole years. I knew exactly who it was.

I froze.

"Phoenix!" my brother claims and he goes to meet him. He gives him a bro hug, while his grey eyes just look into mine. Not leaving it.

"Welcome back son" my father says as he goes to him to shake his hand.

And still his eyes didn't leave mine.

I just shook my head with how my family was so warm towards him, after what he did to me.

My mother came next to me and kept a hand on my shoulder.

My father and brother realized what was happening and stopped talking to him.

His eyes softened a bit as I felt a burn in my eyes.

"Sugar-" he says.

"Oh fuck no" I said softly, but enough for everyone to hear and I went up to my room without looking back.

I felt them call me.

It was wrong coming here. I should have stayed at home. I shouldn't have come here.

I started to pack because, knowing my parents, I knew he would live here for however long he is here, and I don't want to do anything with it.

There was a knock on my door.

"Leave me alone" I say out loud.

And I walk in the bathroom to get my stuff, and when I walk in, he stood in the middle with his hands in his pocket.

Ignoring the fact that he stood in my room even though I locked it, I ignored him as I walked to my suitcase.

"Sugar" he again says.

I keep my hand in front.

"Stop! You lost that privilege to call me that long ago" I say as I turn my back to him.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

Against is hard body, and my breathing changed as I try to remove myself from him.

His other hand grabbed my waist, keeping me in place.

"You don't tell me what to call you and what not"

I looked in his eyes. He is not anymore that 18-year-old boy that I had a crush on. He is a man. A man who is huge and intimidating.

He left my hand and I didn't move at all. He fixed my specs and kept his hand on my chin.

"Still so beautiful" this made me feel giddy. The same giddiness that I felt long ago.

"You left, and didn't even bother to contact me" I say out.

"I know doll. I know"

"Do you know how many letters I wrote to you? Yet, you don't even have the decency to respond to even one!" he stayed silent. Just looked at me with a weird expression.

"How would you when, you didn't even miss me?"

And with that his grip on my chin increased.

"I think you have spoken a lot doll. I think it's better you keep that beautiful mouth shut before I make it" and I squeezed my legs.

"What are you going do? For me, you are a stranger" and I try to pull away, but his hold tightened.

And with that he threw me on the bed and I yelped.

His hand grabbed both of mine and pinned it together on top of my head.

I froze again, I felt him. Completely. And I was right when I said he wasn't an 18-year old boy. This person, on top of me is a man.

"A stranger? Huh?" he says as he mocks me.

I turn my head to not look at him

"Have you become a whore now? Letting strangers have a control over your body? letting strangers touch you like this?" my head snapped to him at his words and as his hand cupped my cotton clad pussy.

I jerked my hips at the sudden contact but his hips then lowered and held me down.

"Let me get something clear doll, you are mine. You have been, and always will be. Get that straight in your mind"

And with that he got up and walked to the door.

I came up on my elbows, not knowing how to feel.

"We are getting married next week. Think about running away and there will be consequences" and I felt myself go pale with his words. Especially at the first sentence.

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