Both girls pointed at each other, then in unison... "She started it." They said.
Zheme tilted his head, walking further inside to drop the paper clips on the counter. "Started what exactly?"
This time however, Lexie was the first to answer. "She told me you wouldn't win the competition."
"And she told me to mind my business."
Zheme nodded in understanding, eyes squinted and brows knotted. "Telling you to mind your business was good advice, why don't you do that? Your chicken in the oven might need to be turned."
Sofia's mouth dropped, eyes widening. "You both are the same, that's why you have each other and for your information, my chicken is quite fine."
With that, she marched her way out of the kitchen, leaving Zheme to wonder what exactly had he done wrong. He had only stated the facts, it was a good advice, people who knew how to mind their bu
With eyes that held an indescribable amount of joy, Lexie looked around, heart buried deep in a pit of felicity, mind lost in the midst of a world of pure bliss. She felt home, felt prideful, felt happy, felt free. She felt as if the invisible shackles that had held onto her hands and feet had disappeared, felt as though she had finally stepped out of her prison cell. But how ironic it was that the person who had restrained her, the same man who had locked her in that cell was the person to let her out. He had twisted his key, pulled the door open and had held her hand and led her on an adventure. On their path, he made her feel numerous emotions, fear, sadness, lust, anger and the most favourable of all, he made her feel happy. On their path, he had converted, changed from a man who only wore black to one fully clothed in white. On their pa
Zheme's vengeful eyes had watched as Lexie entered Mark's open arms, they had watched with envy, anger and a firm grudge when she had leaned back to kiss his flustered cheeks and they had also watched as she waved happily as he stepped outside. It wasn't just a goodbye, to him it was something more and though he was curious, he didn't want to know what word would be fit to describe their passionate exchange. Sighing, he turned away from the door, turning his back to Lexie who's eyes now watched him with curiosity. "Why were you glaring at me at dinner?" Without answering, Zheme walked away, his steps taking him to the stairs and with a heavy heart he climbed up each and every one of them. Lexie followed him into their shared room, watching as he flopped down on the bed, then with a tenuous sigh... "I'm not able to deal with your perplexity at the moment, there's another room beside this one,
Lexie's lips started to move with as much vigour as his, her arms coming up to circle his neck, her inquisitive fingers grabbing onto his head of black hair. She felt as light as a feather, all her troubles and worries dispersing into the passion of the kiss and all her insecurities washed away with the water that rained down on them both. Zheme was soaking wet, his clothes serving as an obstruction to block her from touching him skin to skin, to wholly feel him. It has been so long since she had seen his chest, since she had caressed his bare back. Every time he touched her, she'd always be the one completely naked, giving him the pleasure of exploring her. But what about her exploration? Why can't her fingers take a trip down his bare chest? Why can't her nails dig into his back? And why can't her palm encase the hardness of his rod?
With one smooth thrust, Zheme was sheathed inside, Lexie's wet, tight cavern clenching around him as a cry of pleasure slipped off of her delicate lips. Zheme rolled his hips, his large, lengthy shaft breaching deep within her depths, casting her back into that world of pure bliss. His hands were still hanging onto her ass, his lips buried in the crook of her neck and his thick, long shaft swelling with need as her wetness openly embraced it. It felt good, the way it clung to every inch of him, the way it squeeze at his consciousness, heightening his desire and leading him onto a path of pure pleasure. It was always like this... Pleasurable, satisfying, passionate, every time they touched his gratification would breach its pinnacle and sometimes even surpassed it. It was as if Lexie was made just for him, every inch of her was molded just to please him... her body, her beauty and her personality, everything a
Lexie woke up, still wrapped in Zheme's particularly strong arms, both of them naked, both of them skin to skin. It felt better this way, she could feel everything, his heat, his muscles...she could clearly feel him and she couldn't be happier. Slightly pulling away, she looked up at him, first identifying the fact that he was still asleep, eyes sealed shut, plump lips slipped ajar. To her, he looked beautiful this way, breath after breath slipping pass his lips and loose strands of black hair now tormenting his face. Reaching forward, she shoved them aside, index finger running along his jaw and down to the soft, delicate skin of his neck. Her finger breached lower, running down to his chest and circling his stiff, pink nipple before continuing on its journey down. He was truly a masterpiece of perfection, his abs were prominent along his stomach, her inquisitive finger chasing each one and
Lexie glared at Zheme as he shrugged on his jacket, hand slowly twisting the door knob as he looked back at her. "I'm ready." That wasn't what Lexie wanted to hear, but unfortunately for her, those words were what left the cunning fool's lips. "How could you?" She asked, voice strong with malice. "You said you weren't gonna go." Zheme sighed for the hundredth time, hand disregarding the knob to drop lifelessly by his side. "I wasn't gonna go, but it's different now since dad called." "Why is it different?" "He said he had something important to talk about, maybe he wants to find out if you're ready for marriage." Marriage? That man must be a bigger fool than Zheme. "Well in that case, I am not, tell him that." Zheme's face twisted into a frown, back resting against the door. "Last night you said you we
Lexie's heart that was foolish enough to believe him tore right open, her eyes leaking hot tears as she drowned in betrayal. He promised! He said he wouldn't, yet he still went ahead and did. What a fool she was, thinking she could change him. What a fool she was, to have believed him. What a damn fool! She had made a complete idiot out of herself all because she was too gullible. Tearing her gaze away from the floor and up to his dark eyes, Lexie rubbed her burning cheek. "Why...?" Her voice was croaky and dry, subdued and audibly vulnerable, yet still Zheme tucked his hands in the closure of his pockets, eyes assessing her rather coldly as he voiced out..."Wasn't it a rule to stay away from my office? Or did you foolishly forget?" His words hit her right in the chest and it seems that was his aim all along; to puncture her
Zheme sat in his office, unable to go to bed. After all, he had done something he had promised not to. He had slapped her and once again beaten her into unconsciousness. He had said some pretty awful things too and he was terribly sorry, but his heart held no regret. What he had done, had to be done. It wasn't an excuse, it was just the plain truth. Sighing, he reclined in his chair, mind traveling back to the conversation he and his father had earlier. •••—Flashback—••• • "Son." As always, that was the first word to escape the pits of Maxwell's mouth, a sly smile on his lips as he twirled his office chair to the left. "It's been so long since I've seen you, how have you been?" "Fine father." Zheme replied, voice calm despite the lingering fear he felt for his father. "How about you?" "
"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.