Semua Bab A Substitute Wife For The Billionaire CEO : Bab 11 - Bab 17

JadaI'd never hated Rowan more than these past three days.He'd gone on with the preparations, not a care in the world for how I felt, or was. I'd gone dress picking, wine tasting, and food sampling all within the following day. If anything, I felt worse than I did before the incident. My body hurt deeply as I opened my eyes, the wedding finally upon us. I rose from the bed, dread filling my stomach. At least there was something in there. I still hadn't eaten since I'd returned. I was on a fast to keep my fat as minimal as possible, since I could not be caged again after the incident. All I'd taken were salads and lots of water to keep me full. I'd gone to bathroom at least 50 times since yesterday. I sat in the tub, gathering my willpower as I soaked. I would push past this. Anything to get as far away from that house as I possibly could. I had to do this, it was more than a necessity. My mind wandered, his scent drifting into my thoughts. I rolled my eyes, taking to scrubbing my

Rowan I came, staying inside of her as I poured. I stayed inside her a little longer, utterly comfortable inside of her. I came off eventually, her body unresponsive, the room eerily quiet. I checked her pulse, mildly afraid. Though light, it was present. I heaved a sigh of relief, laying beside her still tied body, hand on her boob. Her pleas played fresh in my mind, feeling myself going hard again at the thought. I ran my hand down her chest, playing around with her breasts. No response. I'd fucked her unconscious. I smiled. This was just the beginning. I rose up, nice and early, throwing on clothes and turning the lights on. I climbed the bed, checking her pulse again to make sure she wasn't dead. I untied her, unravelling the rope from under her, and pulling her legs closed. I returned the rope to its proper place, needing water. I left her there, untied and legs closed, not even bothering with a duvet. I saw no reason to, Patrick fresh in my mind as I walked off. I gr

JadaIt'd been days since I'd last spoken to him. Days since I looked at myself right, since I'd valued myself. I looked down at my pajamas, legs strewn with sheets, disappointment washing over me. Tears crawled upwards again, threatening to spill over if I didn't get a hold of myself. I breathed. It was not what I'd envisaged when I'd thought of a second night. Absolutely not. It was not what I had in mind when I'd daydreamed on the car ride home. I'd imagined slow, soft touches, smiling softly as he treated me as fragile as he could. He hadn't been even the tiniest bit nice, hadn't even bothered with me. I was still healing from the damage, my abdomen hurting whenever I tried to stand. My heart sank with disappointment, eyes dancing opposite me. He lay there, eyes closed and body facing me in a sideways position. He layed spaces away from me, sleeping. Simply, ordinarily so. I breathed again. He felt remorse. I knew it. I just didn't know where exactly to even begin from. After