LOGINMira I wanted to tell him. It stayed there burning on the top of my tongue but I couldn't come out with it.I couldn't. Not yet.So when he asked me what Keith did to me, I was vague. Trust wasn't something that came easy anymore after Keith and I didn't trust Theo and especially not after the rude awakening at the event.I stood there, naked in front of him.He'd kissed my scar and it felt sacred, intimate in a way I had never felt before. His lips to my lower back made me shiver and no, it wasn't cold, it was my body hopelessly reacting to Theo's lips, so soft yet firm on my back.He didn't have to do it.He had no reason to revere, worship. Adore a part of me that marked my darkest moments. He had no right to be so sweet in my vulnerability.Maybe it was the wine I had— and I had way too many— that gave me the confidence to stand naked in front of him.My problem was wine and my own intoxication. But what was he high in, what gave him the impulse to go on his knees and kiss my sca
TheoAct accordingly?How does one act accordingly?The only thing to do accordingly was to be there for my wife. How on earth could I ever prove that with her, I didn't know how to act accordingly.What she said back at the event was true, but it was only true to her, not to me.There was no way I would standby and watch something go wrong with her and especially not that Keith. Thankfully he would be defending his spilt lip throughout the week.Bella stayed quiet the entire drive home, keeping to her side of the car, expecting the car door on her side to push out and make more space to accommodate her.I pressed my palms to my thighs and curled them into a fist.I could take hate from any other person, even my own father but once it's Mirabella, I feel terrible.She didn't even want to be in the same space as me.Sergei cast me a worried look through the mirror and I shook my head. He'd be pissed if he found out about what happened back at the mansion.We got to our building and I m
Theo My eyes stayed glued on Mirabella. Since the first instance with Keith, she'd safely stayed away and my chest aches at the fact that she deliberately stayed away.Bella had so much anger and disgust in her eyes when she stunned my chest back at the rest room and it bugged my mind how much it affected me.She was smiling, courteous and socializing but I could see how tense her shoulders were, her smile never quite touched her eyes and the anxious way she glanced around at intervals, she was scanning the environment for danger. Danger I didn't know of and couldn't understand.I wasn't the only one watching my wife. Keith was as well.His eyes latched on her like a predator on a prey. He was slapping another man in his back, as they shared a joke, but as he slipped wine, his eyes still found Bella.Their eyes locked and Bella froze over, just like earlier.She snatched her eyes away like Keith's gaze burnt her.Bella nodded and said something to the group she was talking to and wal
Mirabella. Keith Anderson? Keith. Keith… My body reacted before my eyes saw the Keith that just introduced himself. There was no mistaking his voice. Scratchy and laid back in the most corky way possible. My body went still, my blood clogged rigid, into clumps of red blocks. My airways developed spines and fought the very air I struggled to take in. My grip tightened on Theo's hold. From my side I could see him turn towards me, then at the said Keith. I should turn and run from here. I should disappear but I wanted to see for myself. It couldn't be. It was impossible. Was it? It wasn't like I defeated him or ruined him. So it was still very much possible. He had just offered me his hand for a handshake and I caught a glimpse of the scar at the back of his hand where the sleeve of his inner shirt rested. That scar. I gave him that scar on one of the many alterations. I gasped and the sudden intake of air pushed me backwards. Theo's steady hand at my lower back was all tha
Theo I waited downstairs, leaning against the car for Mirabella. Sergei was already warming up the car. He'd been driving us to the event and back.The team hired to take care of Bella's wardrobe and styling had left earlier and I was curious about what kept my wife busy still.I was checking my wrist watch for the umpteenth time, certain I had been waiting over thirty minutes.It wasn't. Only a couple of minutes, seven at most.I wanted to see Bella walk out of my house and then crawled too slow for my liking.“I'm here now, stop glaring at your wrist watch.” She said and I looked up to behold her.Bella was beautiful with zero effort and I relished it but each time she was out of her regular sweaters and day dresses and into something much more sophisticated like the wine dress that wrapped around her body, custom crafted for her, any person would be as thirsty as I was at the moment.Her heels clacked against the floor as she approached me. She was smiling as she did.The dress st
Mira.It was my turn to take him up to bed, with Sergei's help of course.I had never seen Theo anything but composed and on top of his game but tonight had been pivotal, something I had no business seeing and I went ahead and did something I had no business doing. Wife duties.“I'll handle it from here.” I informed Sergei after we jointly put him on the bed.Clearly I was the one who broke a sweat and I found it annoying that Sergei was unaffected.“Are you sure?” He said looking past me and to Theodore laying limp on the bed.I cleared my throat. “I'll be alright.” I said and Sergei nodded, about to leave the room.“Could you…” he turned to me and I folded my hands across my chest. “Could you not tell him I called myself his wife or him my husband?”Sergei smiled, the first one all day. “Roger that.” He said and left.I turned to my husband lying on the bed. It was my turn to undress him and goodness! Was he so heavy?I rolled him over and peeled off his suit and shirt then his pan
Theo Father’s glass didn't quite make it to his lips, his eyes traced my gaze to where Harper stood with my wife. Her arms are folded in front of her. “You'll bore a hole.” I glared at my father. “I'll burn down everything if need be.” He cleared his throat. “You better keep that jealousy of yo
TheoI must have lost my mind to have let her out of my sight after almost losing control with her in that dressing room.Couples usually stuck together during their wedding reception but she fluttered like the most vibrant butterfly in the room. I loved to see her in her element, though she barely
Mirabella I needed air but even though I was breathing it wasn't enough. My throat had stretched so thin that air just couldn't pass through. The air pricked my throat, it couldn't pass through and the ones that did constricted my chest.The ache was dull at first but the pain began to pull, to te
I got down first and fastened my suit jacket. The entirety of this wedding would be a success only if I got the expression I wanted from my wife.My wife.I was watching her from the moment she stepped out of the car, she was distracted from the view, adjusting her train and eventually pulling off







