🦋 FELIX 🦋 I can't even put into words how I felt when Benita kicked me out of her room. I felt… miserable.I know how hard it is for her to not have any memory of someone but still have feelings for that person, and to make things worse, everyone is keeping quiet about it, making her feel like the only one in the dark, like a shadow.Not having to know that there's something like a time bomb ticking in your head and could blow your brains out, not having to know the reason you were asked not to think or stress the nerve in your brain and it feels like torture.I can't even tell her there's a bullet stuck in her head, because I'll have to explain how it got there, and that alone can trigger something that could kill her.And I shamelessly can't keep my hands to myself because I'm yearning for her. If there's something I want more in my entire existence on earth, it's her.But I'd have to move beyond that too, because my baby needs a good life, my two babies, her and the one in her w
🦋 FELIX 🦋 Sometimes, it's hard when you just want to wrap your head around things, know what exactly is going on and plan what you want to do next.You want to fight; you definitely want to get back what is rightfully yours, but you just don't know how to begin doing that.A sigh escaped my lips as I held my phone tightly pressed against my ear, “Did you find where she's being hidden?” I asked Scott at the other end of the call.“No,” he retorted. “Jesus, why?” I voiced, on edge. The shit is important, I'm about to lose everything for real this time. If my grandmother signs everything to Goliath, which she probably might, because she hates me so much, then I'm going to be in ruins, left with nothing… not even a penny.I don't want a life like that, I worked hard for that company, I have been working hard ever since I was a child, and Goliath, he's just some greedy stranger, I know he has ulterior motives, I can feel it, and the fact that he's keeping my grandma hidden is worsening
🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I could see Felix’s face flush red, and I was so proud of myself until he responded, “Do you want to see it? Me naked.”It was my turn to burn red, not just my face but my entire existence.My body tensed when he reached for his shirt button with one hand, the other hand still around my waist to secure me in place on his lap.I blinked, “What — are you — doing?”He scuffed, “Undressing.”“You — you don't — have to,” I voiced, holding his hand and stopping it from unbuttoning all the way down.His chest and build were already out, and I turned my head away sheepishly. I was the one getting embarrassed on his behalf.He gently placed his hand on my chin, caressed it a little and then turned my head back around to face him.I swallowed hard, biting my lower lip anxiously.“Don't look away,” he whispered.Then picked up my hand and placed it on his chest, securing it with his palm on mine.I jerked as I felt his muscles, but I couldn't let go because he didn't let
🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I couldn't help but think about it.Think ThinkThinkAnd that was exactly what I was told not to do.But I can't stop it, I can't help it; it's as if it's still happening. The sensation on my lips still feels fresh, and his whispers in my ears are like I am currently hearing them.I heard the mansion gate open, and I rushed towards my window to peep. I saw Nikita and Greg walk in, with a weird man following behind. I didn't know who he was, but he wore a police uniform, so I knew he was a police officer.I sprinted out of my room towards Nikita. When I got to the sitting room, everyone was there, including him. ‘Husband’, and my gaze fell on his lips.I sighed and dragged Nikita with me towards my room and slammed the door shut.“I've — been — thinking,” I began.“Thinking?” Nikita repeated. “Hell no! I told you not to think. Why are you getting worked up? I told you not to get worked up either.”“He kissed me, Nikita,” I whispered-screamed. “Is he allowed to
🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 As soon as we stepped into the mansion, I ran into my room, jumped on the bed and covered myself in the blanket.I think I've gone crazy. All day, I couldn’t get myself to not think about him, his soft touch, he did nothing, yet he did everything.And although I didn't look at his eyes when I walked into the mansion, I could feel his eyes on me as I walked by, like I was some food he wanted to devour. I felt chills on my skin, and my body grew goosebumps.And as much as I couldn't forget about him, I still do not like how fulfilled and complete I feel when he's around and how empty and incomplete I feel when he isn't around.After the accident last night, I kept thinking. Actually, I wanted more of it to happen, more more if it in fact.But he's a stranger; the fact that my brain doesn't remember him makes him a stranger, so regardless of what my heart is saying, I'm going to fight him and make sure he stays the hell away from me.He's dangerous for my body, he
🦋 FELIX 🦋 With everything in me, my blood, my veins, my organs, I wanted nothing more but to be closer to the petite lady whose room was opposite mine.I couldn't stop myself when I went into her room at midnight, and it took me a lot of effort to take my hands off her, even when I was wanting to do more.I was starting to contemplate that it was just another issue with my brain, but it isn't, maybe an issue with my heart, because I didn't have to be close to her for the damn heart to begin beating fast.Once my eyes fall on her, or my ears hear her voice since I woke up from the hospital bed next to her, my heart starts to react in a weird way, and I can't help but stare at her, and my pulse is racing to do more than just stare; I wanted to touch her.I only confirmed it last night when I went into her room, that something was definitely tying us together, not a familiar face, but my heart was in pain, in pain of being deprived of something, and I don't even know what the hell tha