Lexie didn't know what to say, if she said yes, then she'd get to go outside, but if she said no, then in this prison cell, she'd be locked in all her life.
With squinted eyes she looked at the ring, it was beautiful, the gold going well with the purple diamond, but pretty or not, an engagement ring marked a commitment between two persons, a commitment that Zheme and her hadn't fulfilled yet.
They weren't in love, they didn't breach that stage yet, but were they getting there?
Lexie was confused, more so when Zheme took her left hand and whined the golden thing on her ring finger. "There, it fits perfectly, now all that's left is for you to promise me that you won't leave my side...ever."
Lexie's eyes darted from the ring to him, indecisiveness swirling in their depths.
Should she?
Or should she not?
She wanted t
Already dressed, Zheme sat on the bed, watching as Lexie dug through the closet in search of a dress. She had tried on many, all of which looked extraordinarily beautiful to him, yet her incessant search had yet to end. She'd put them on and then just fling them off and at the moment she was becoming quite annoying. Sighing in obvious frustration, he leaned back, using his palms which were pressed flat against the bed as leverage. "We're already running late, choose one and let's go." Lexie looked back at him, eyes narrowed. "Since it's so easy, you choose." At that, Zheme's head tilted a little to the left. It couldn't be that hard, could it? It was just a dress, any dress would do. Deciding to take the challenge, Zheme eased off of the bed and walked pass Lexie to the closet. His eyes scanned the mess on the inside and without even fully assessi
Lexie looked from her family to Zheme, a shaky smile spreading across her lips as she embraced him in her arms. She could feel the tears that defined her joy running down her cheeks, she could feel as the intensity of her happiness gradually increasing...at this very moment, she felt everything; mirth, sadness, excitement, she didn't have a steady emotion, but the most prominent of all was joy. It had collided with her heart like a river does a sea and now it ran like blood through her veins, touching everywhere including the very tip of her toes and the crown of her head. It even ran along her arms which squeezed tight around Zheme too, ran across her lips which a subdued 'thank you' slipped through, and it ran along the tips of her fingers as she finally pulled away from the embrace, heart doing flips when she noticed the little twitch at the corner of Zheme's lips. "You're welcome." With the back of her ha
Zheme sat on the couch in his office, sandwiched between Lexie's brothers. They were more annoying than Lexie herself and quite bold with their inquisition. He couldn't believe Lexie was cruel enough to leave him with them, even if she was at the other side of the room with her parents. They were killing him...killing him with questions. "How old are you again?" Zheme glared over at Casper, the youngest of the three. "I'm twenty thre—" "We don't care about his age Casper, what we want to know is how he managed to take Lexie away from Mark." Andrew... Zheme now knew him to be the biggest idiot of the three despite his age. "Again, that is none of your business." Andrew swung an arm over Zheme's shoulder, pulling him close enough to whisper. "Come on, Lexie was head over heels for Mark and then she so suddenly left him for you?" Andrew shook his head in disbelief. "What d
It was official, Lexie was going to hell. She lied to her parents twice in just one day and what's worst, she didn't feel bad about it. She lied about Mark, well technically, it wasn't a lie, Mark truly didn't want her. But then she went ahead and lied about loving Zheme or was that really a lie? She wasn't sure, but from the start, she only lied to benefit him. If she had told the truth, then Zheme would be in deep trouble and in order to dig him out of that trouble, she lied for him. What an idiot she was, what a damn fool! She lied for him and now the bastard sat behind his desk doing work, while she sat by the couch bored. She was beginning to lament lying for him, because up until now, he hadn't even looked up to know if she was alive or dead. If she could, she'd take off a foot of her heels and fling it at his co
The kiss started out slow, Zheme's lips moving against Lexie's with a caution Lexie seem to despise. She wanted him now, not just his attention, but now, she wanted to drown in the wilderness of his touch. She wanted to live on cloud nine, get high on his passion as if it was a drug, but this slow and patient kiss wasn't enough to make that happen. She wanted something more dangerous, something more than just intimate, she wanted.... In aid of her desire, Lexie deepened the kiss, lips moving fiercely against Zheme's, forcing him to keep up. Her arms encased him, pulling him closer to get the comfort his warmth always provided, but still it wasn't enough, she wanted to be naked, she wanted him naked, she wanted their bodies together, connected as one...she just...she just wanted him. She could feel it in her core, the heat, the desperation that only his touch could diminish, execute and bury, she could feel it
Lexie laid breathless on her back as Zheme pivoted his hips, c*ck still buried deep inside of her, so deep that Lexie could've sworn it touched her heart. Right now, she was in a world of pure bliss, a world of pleasure that had her legs shaking in anticipation of her release and her lips trembling in aid of holding back her needy moans. She was seeing pretty butterflies, some green, green grass and her world of pleasure would be incomplete if colourful and vibrant flowers weren't buried into the fruitfulness of the earth. Zheme was the only man who had ever and who could ever take her to such a place, just one touch and she was gone into a world that only existed when he was around, one touch and his name was all she could pronounce. She didn't know how he did it, but he brought her pride low enough to have her frequently begging him for something she could never get tired of, somethin
Zheme pushed the door open after twisting the knob, his hand moving forward to gesture Lexie inside. With a curt nod, she conceded to his silent command, steps taking her inside the house she had previously called a prison cell. They had not much long ago left the office and though the drive here was awfully quiet, it was comfortable. Lexie had watched Zheme through a half of it, the way his hand tightly gripped the steering wheel, the ways his eyes would squint at each and every stoplight and the way he'd glare over at the noisy drivers who wouldn't stop honking their cars. It was cute, the difference between the glare he'd issue to her and the one he gave to them. It was a lot more lethal and even though it wasn't directed at her, Lexie still felt intimidated. He had looked at her like that once too, on the first night she came here, he had looked at her with a deadliness that made Lexie th
Now thirteen, Zheme stood in the dungeons, feet and hands chained and the only emotion known to him was fear. He knew what was going to happen, he knew from the very moment he stood before his mother, blocking her from his father. His mother had begged him not to, she had said that if he defended her again then he'd be the one receiving pain in her stead, but Zheme cared not, for now he knew his father had lied, she wasn't happy, instead she was in a deep state of agony. He could hear the pain in her screams, could see it in her eyes and furthermore, how could pain make someone happy? He wasn't stupid, at seven he probably was, but now he knew better, her tears weren't another means of smiling, they signified her fear, her pain and her sadness, they represented her suffering and a suffering she certainly didn't deserve. She was a benevolent woman, she looked out for him, cried for him, showed
"Kellen, come here!"The five year old boy looked over at his mother, eyes sharp. "No, I told you, I want this." He pointed to the pack of Oreos on the shelf. "And I'm not leaving this supermarket without it."Lexie shrugged, grasping the handle of her trolley. "Alright then, stay here then. I'd be happy to leave a naughty boy like you behind."Kellen's lips curled into a frown, eyes becoming glossy. "But momm—""My answer's final Kellen, you're not getting it."Lexie shoved the trolley pass her son, leaving him to stare watery at her back. He sighed, rubbing his hands in his jeans as his eyes darted over to his father who stood beside him. "Daddy...?"Zheme looked down at him then at the pack of Oreos. "Mommy said you're not getting it." He informed, watching as his boy groaned out in frustration before speaking again. "But daddy didn't say so did he?"Kellen's frown stretched its way into a grin when his father grabbed
"Push!"With a loud groan, Lexie did as told, tears running like a river down her cheeks.It hurts, the pain was more than just prominent, so immense that it had her weak legs shaking. She didn't know what to do, all she was told was to push whenever she felt a contraction, but that was hard considering the relentless pain each contraction brought along with it.She tried though, she was trying so hard for her baby boy. What if something happens to him?He was premature and that fact only proved to worry her more, for premature babies were sometimes born with a disability. She didn't want that for her child, she wanted him healthy and fit, though if he was born with a disability, she'd love him the same.A sudden cry edged her lips when another contraction was bestowed upon her, each lasted a minute and this time, she'd use the minute well. She pushed; hard, hands clutching the sheets, teeth gritted.She could feel it, the head j
Lexie's eyes fluttered open, bringing her out of a world of darkness and into one of light.She had fallen asleep on the couch last night, eating ice cream and watching 'friends'. But it seems even after complaining that he wouldn't, Zheme had lifted her and brought her here.Such a sweetheart he was, the perfect husband and yet everyday she found something new to taunt him with.Yesterday, she had taken his slippers, knowing well enough that hers were too small to fit him and today, she was going to confiscate his computer or rather hide it.With an evil smile, she threw his arm from around her protruding stomach and shuffled off of the bed. His computer was kept in his office when it wasn't in use and that's exactly where her steps took her.She twisted the door knob, wasting no time to push the big, rectangular board open and as she stepped inside, her eyes sought for it.On his desk, she found it, seated perfectly amongst mul
Lexie padded to the couch and with a heavy sigh, she took a seat beside Zheme. After the marriage, they had started off clean, the past was put behind them and what laid before them now was the present and the future.They had left the house behind too and had moved to a different one, one more modern and one in which they've already started their new life.Lexie was almost eight months pregnant now, her stomach blown as big as a floating balloon and Zheme only made matters worst by constantly calling her a pig. Not because she was fat, but because she ate a lot. Around the clock she'd be stuffing her face and when she wasn't doing that, she was either tormenting Zheme or painting.Now though was one of the times she felt the need to perplex her husband. He had been doing office work since morning and though he still looked after her, Lexie wanted to feel more important than the computer that sat in his lap.So she hauled the thing from him, placi
Lexie wiped at her eyes, crawling closer to him until her head rested against his shoulder. "I just want you. I'm sorry, I won't do it again, just... Just please hold me...please."Sighing again, Zheme leaned away from her. This girl truly knew what to do to drive a nail in a man's heart.She made him feel guilty, but her plead for him made his thick length even harder. He wanted her too, so god damn much. He could feel the desperation, the immensity of his need and it wouldn't hurt to finally feed his desire.Without much thought, a finger of his slithered its way under her chin, steadying her face so that her teary eyes resided on him. "I'll hold you Kitten, just promise not to do that again, you should be patient, don't I always satisfy you in the end?"Lexie nodded. "Yes, always but are you going to do that now? Satisfy me.""Only if you promise to sometimes wait."Lexie held up her pinky, handing it to Zheme. "I promise."
"Entertain...?" Lexie questioned, following Zheme up the unfamiliar wooden stairs. "What do you mean by entertain?" "I mean..." Zheme sighed. "You're going to show me exactly what you do in the mornings while I'm asleep."Lexie fumbled with her fingers, eyes watching as he opened up the door to the bedroom. "I can't...I can't possibly show you that, it'd be mortifying.""Then...I can't forgive you either." He stepped into the room, eyes scanning the creativity that laid inside.The room wasn't big but it had all the essentials: a king sized bed decorated with fine sheets and seemingly soft pillows, a nightstand upholding a stylish lamp and decorative items and a built in dresser with a flat screen TV on top and an arm chair beneath it.It also had double doors that lead to a balcony that issued a marvelous view of the sea and a seemingly comfortable couch in the far corner of the room.Zheme grabbed the armchair from beneath the
"I can't believe you glared at every single thing that moved at the reception."Zheme's grip on the steering wheel tightened, eyes fixated on the fairly dark road. "I told you I didn't want to go, didn't I?""Well yes, but that doesn't give you the right to scare my friends away, you even gave Mark a middle finger!""He should be lucky that that's all he got, I really wanted to punch his damn face in. Who invited him anyway?""I did." Lexie informed."Well in that case, you're the one that deserves this." His left hand loosened the wheels as he issued Lexie a middle finger. "Pocket it nicely.""Pocket it?" Lexie demanded, grabbing at his hand. "How about I do this instead?" From between her lips, her tongue slithered out, slowly circling his finger. "Isn't that much better?"Zheme yanked his hand away from her, wide eyes leaving the road to stare at her. "Did you just...? Why in heaven's name would you lick my finger Lex
"Zheme Mardruk Algae, do you take Lexie Shay Dillon for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"Zheme nodded without a doubt. "I do.""Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do.""You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride."Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion.Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.At thi
Zheme stood with all the confidence he could muster on top of the podium's spotlessly polished floors. He was still nervous, abashment settling under both his tiring feet.He could hear the music drifting like the wind to his ears, the melodic piano that flawlessly played 'here comes the bride...'He could see the many people in crowd, the chandelier, the flowers, he saw them all, but what or rather who he really wanted to see was Lexie.The only woman in this building that could light up a dark room with nothing but her beauty.She was like a candle amongst the darkness, the sun infiltrating the very sky, she was his light, his forever, HIS BRIDE.After today, he'd cherish her like a gem and like an unhidden treasure; he'd keep her close, just to make sure no one had the audacity to steal her. He'd love her with dignity and never again would he break his promises.Both of them...He'd never lay a finger on her again.