Groaning awake her eyes fluttered open. Blinking away the fuzzy cloud over her eyes she tried to bring her hand over to help relieve the strain in her eyes, but something prevented her from doing so. Looking over at her hand she saw a larger, much rougher hand desperately clinging to hers. Looking up to the owner of the hands she froze at the full, head of dark hair sitting atop the bed. Although his face was out of view she easily recognized the man. That familiar warmth his hand brought, the large frame hunched over with slow steep breaths rising and falling at each breath he took. How could she ever forget the man she fell so in love with?She sat that for a while just staring at his hair, a small smile hovering on her lips. She had no idea just how much time had passed but it did not matter to her. She could spend years just watching him sleep and would feel satisfied with that alone.Noticing his shoulders shake awake she remained still, only observing the way his muscles moved.
Walking through the familiar large door Robin looked back at the man helping her up the stairs. His expression was somewhat solemn and dare she assume sad. She had no idea just what went on during the past three months of her hospitalisation for him to have a drastic change. Though he had always shown kindness towards her, these days it seemed that he was being extra cautious and caring. Like the time he peeled her orange for her, or when he was constantly asking if she needed anything during their ride home. They were little things and yet they seemed so sweet. What took the cake was when he brought her a bouquet of her favourite flowers, daisies. Out of all the gifts she had received while at the hospital, his was the best of them all. Recalling the gesture she smiled to herself. As they made their way to the bedroom, Robin turned to the left side where her room was. "Where are you going?"Ethan asked with a scowl. She looked up at him in confusion before answering with the most
Climbing a mechanic staircase, Robin winced with each step. After her discharge from the hospital, she was made to take physical therapy since she had been lying in bed for so long. It was a bit odd for her to be relearning how to walk at her age, but she needed to get back to who she was before."Alright, Mrs Acres. That is it for today. You did a great job"Her trainer complimented ending the session. Smiling at him with relief she could not be happier to be finished. "Thank you, Seb. Especially for coming all the way here"Unstraping the belt around her waist she threw it aside before placing her hands on her waist in exhaustion. "That is no problem at all. Besides, who else can brag about being in the infamous house of the Ethan Acres? I'll be telling this story for generations"Laughing at the joke she held a hand up to her lips. While the two were busy laughing they did not notice someone else entering the room. "I see you two are enjoying yourselves"Surprised at the voice t
Gazing at the mirror before her she could not help but feel at a loss. A million thoughts were running through her mind racing at a mile a minute. Sliding her hands down the silky white gown she hummed to herself. Could she really do this? Was she ready? Would she be able to make the love of her life happy for the rest of their lives? Shaking her head as if to shoo away the thoughts that haunted her for days she bravely put on a smile. "I can do this, it's no big deal. Just me tying myself to someone for the rest of my life. No biggie, right?" She asked the person in her mirror, her face fell when no reply came but of course, she would not get one from her reflection. "Robin, are you rea-Oh my gosh you look stunning" Her long-time best friend, Layla gushed entering the room. She admired her friend and bride-to-be. Her excitement far surpassed that of her own. Giving her a disapproving look Layla raised a brow at her, confused as to why her friend was not as excited as she was.
Robin stared at her mother, bewildered by the sudden behaviour she screamed for her to step aside and allow her to get through. "Mom, move" "No" "Mom!" She remained silent, refusing to move. Having had enough of her stubbornness Robin pushed her mom to the side, tumbling to the floor she began crying out in pain. Rolling her eyes at her overly dramatic mother she pushed the doors open. Waking into the room she heard the strange noises from before louder now that she was inside. Listening more closely to the sounds she could clearly tell that they were moans. No.No.No.No Pushing the doors open she froze in place. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. "R-Robin, what are you doing here?" Victor asked while trying to cover himself with the sheets. His hair was a mess as if someone was repeatedly running their hands through them. The thick smell of sex covered the place and she knew exactly just what he was doing in there. "Robin I can explain." Looking at the
Dawn broke bringing with it the soft chirps of birds and the cool fresh air mixed with its icy touch. A cool breeze entered the room's close confines, causing the teal and white curtains to move along in a dance, revealing a ray of light to seep past them. The ray of light shined over a sleeping Robin, disturbing her peaceful slumber. Grumbling in protest she turned her head to face the other way falling back into the world of dreams. However, her peace was short-lived and her alarm blared at her to wake up. "Are you freaking kidding me?" She cried out in frustration peeling off her covers and slamming a hand over the alarm a shot of relief flooded through her at the seizing of the annoying noise. Throwing her legs off the bed she sat up rubbing her eyes in fatigue. She yelped from her seated position as she stepped on the cap of one of her beers. The floor was covered in empty bottles of beer and the caps littered her dresser and floor. After the events of last night, Robin raide
Entering the room Robin immediately began assessing the situation. Though fear coursed through her she could not risk her own safety. While she was occupied with her fear the man began his assessment of her apartment. Looking around at the small space he was beyond unimpressed. An old washed-out couch, a cracked laptop that sat atop a stained coffee table, what an uninteresting place this was, just like its owner. Going back to Robin he noted her even-toned chocolate skin and curvaceous figure. She was in no way fat but instead quite thick on the thighs and ass. Lifting a brow at her messily tied hair he could not help but sigh at her lack of self-care. "Wh-who are you and what do you want" Snapping back at her eyes he could see the nervous look in her eyes. "We met before" "What?" "Yesterday, we met last night" Last night? How? I came directly home after the whole incident from yesterday, I am sure I did not run into a tall hooded figure in the middle of the driveway or some
When she was a little girl Robin always had some sort of vision of her future. A good marriage with a hardworking husband, two or three kids filling the house with their joyful screams, and a cute golden retriever as the family dog. That was the life she had dreamed of. Instead, she was tossed aside by her fiance on their wedding day, used as a pawn by her own mother, and ridiculed by her sister. Her reality was far from the dream life she had wished for. "I'm sorry, what now?" "Being a mistress to a well-known CEO would mean danger for you. Put simply you would be a target for the media. However, if a marriage between the two of us is established then you would have my protection from the media and they would be less likely to attack you." If it was dangerous for me, why would he care? It's not like we know each other or something so why is he suggesting this for my protection? "Okay, but what is in it for you?" She asked looking up at him from the couch. "It would clear up m