I Was Always Yours

If he had been asked, Colonel Frederick Smyth could have put his hand on his heart and sworn that he had never met anyone as ravishingly beautiful as Samara Noel. She was beauty personified, from her pretty face, with a bright calling eyes, her well sculpted pointy nose, broad high temple, high cheek bones, curvy luscious lips, and piano keys-like dentition, to her curvy body and very smooth light skin. She was perfection.As a child, Frederick was not a good looking boy. He was chubby, and had a huge round stomach. He was always bullied by his mate. When he became a teenager, he had lost some weight, but his face was filled with acne. He was still taunted and mocked by both boys and girls of his age. No one wanted to be friends with him. Frederick felt so inferior among his mates, that he swore he was going to find a way to measure up, and even get better than them. When an opportunity to join the army came, he grabbed it. He needed so bad to excel at something. And so he did. Frede

“Do you even know what effect you’re having on me right now?”Damien said as he leaned in and gently caressed Samara’s lips with his. The softness of her lips took him by surprise. Samara looked up at him with her beautiful eyes, not moving away as her lips parted slightly, inviting him. The touch of their lips kindled something in him as he fully claimed hers and sunk into a deep kiss. The kiss lasted longer than he intended, but he couldn’t pull himself away. Instead he pulled her close, and she willingly gave herself to him. His hands began to slip beneath her dress, feeling the warmth of her bare skin, at this point they were both breathing hard, as he could feel her body trembling as his hands moved higher under her dress, slowly lifting it up, revealing her body to his eager eyes.“Damien! Your breakfast is getting cold”. His mother’s voice from the living room woke him up.Damien opened his eyes, stunned by his dream. His heart was still pounding, as he remained on the bed reel

As Samara Noel walked down the aisle arm in arm with her father, she struggled not to breakdown in tears. She looked very beautiful with her hair arranged in an elaborate style on top of her head, and her immaculate white wedding gown swished almost silently on the carpet aisle.The whole setting was breathtaking and close to perfect. It was like something cut out of her romance novels. The church was beautifully decorated with red and white roses. Her younger sister Callista was busy sprinkling some of the rose petals on the aisle, while her bridesmaid stood with huge smiles on their faces, looking gorgeous in their flowing scarlet knee length dresses.Samara tried to mirror their smiles, but found herself crying instead, as the tears she fought to hold back slipped down her eyes silently. Everything was perfect except for the man she was getting married to. Colonel Frederick Smyth was the last man on earth she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She thought as she finally let

"Samara..."Colonel Frederick spoke softly to his wife who stood by the door to bid him farewell on his new mission. There was an ongoing civil unrest in a neighbouring state, and a peace enforcement mission has been assigned to his unit. The thought of not being around Samara for a few weeks didn't sit too well with him. Everyday he spent with Samara as his wife, made him fall even deeper in love with her. His only wish was for her to meet him halfway."Please take care of yourself”. He says and kisses her lightly on the forehead, and to his great surprise she lets him. She just stood quietly by his side lost in her own thoughts. She has been acting a bit differently ever since they moved to the city. She no longer makes nasty comments about her hatred for him. Things were seeming a bit hopeful in their marriage, but she was yet to open up to him. He was willing to give her time. They had forever to get there."Samara, are you okay?" He asked with worry laced in his voice, wondering w

For a moment Samara just stood by the car contemplating what Damien had asked. Her driver, Sylvester who had stepped out of the car immediately he sighted her come out of the mall, stood too, looking at her quizzically, wondering what was wrong with her.Finally, she made it to the door, and Sylvester stepped up to it as he grasped the door handle and pulled it open for her."Is everything ok Ma'am?" He asked concerned."Take me home". Samara said dryly, and he quickly closed the door of the passenger seat before turning back around to his driver's seat. As he started the engine, Samara shook her head slowly. She didn’t know if seeing Damien again was such a good idea. All of a sudden the thought made her apprehensive. She knew deep down she wanted to see him again. In fact she was looking forward to it just a little bit too much…and that was really scary.The journey home would take about twenty minutes, but the silence in the car was deafening, and she needed some sort of noise to d