With a dense pain in her heart, Lexie sat in the back of the driving car.
She was finally away from that house, that prison, that cage, she was finally free, but why instead of being happy, she felt sad?Why instead of felicity, there was a heavy weight of lugubriousness resting atop of her heart?Why?Was it because she broke two of her promises in just one day?The first- to change him before she ever thought of leaving and the second, to stay with him...forever.Or perhaps it was because she was leaving without a part of her intact.Her heart...The organ still only beats for him, the damn thing still cared for him even after all he did to her...why?Lexie couldn't understand, she wanted to hate him, she wanted to hate him so bad, but she just couldn't and that made the pain of his betrayal all the more heartbreaking.Sighing, the soft palm of her hand caressed her stomach. It was still as fAs Zheme drove, he couldn't help but look back at the hiccuping girl, her eyes were downcast, hands clasped in her lap. She looked pitiful, sad, scared and it was all because of him, because of what he did to her.Back then while doing it, he felt no regret, but now since his actions induced such fear within her, he was lost in an ocean of lamentation.He shouldn't have broken his promise, he shouldn't have slapped her, instead he should have found another way to protect her, should've known that standing up to his father was the only way out. But because of his incompetence, she couldn't even look him in the eye and that fact tore through his heart.Sighing, his fingers wrapped tighter around the steering wheel, eyes straying from her vulnerable form as he grumbled out a subdued... "Lexie..."Lexie's eyes darted up, lips trembling as another sob broke through. "Y-yes.""Why did you have to do it? Couldn't you have been a bit more patient
AN/|\ I'm really not sure about the shipping time, so if it's wrong, don't mind it.•••Three days, that's how long it took to get to Zheme's preferred location and when they finally breached the land, Zheme stuck to his end of the deal by handing over one third of his precious money to John.They parted ways after that, John retreating with his stupidly talkative men and Zheme with Lexie. It took a while to settle in since the environment was unfamiliar, but in time, Zheme got acquainted with the city enough to buy both him and Lexie a couple pair of clothes as well as rent a really cheap apartment. He wanted the money to last and thus, he had to conserve it.As of now, he was sitting in said apartment, Lexie deliberately sitting away from him. It had been two days since their departure from the US and yet she refused to talk to him unless she's asked a question. He wasn't sure what to do anymore, he tried and yet all she did was ignore
Lexie sat by the table, eyes glaring daggers at the glass of water along with the tiny white pill Zheme laid before her. Who told him she wanted her morning sickness gone?Who told him she wanted to take her pills?And who told him she wanted to see him so early in the damn morning?That's right, nobody did, so why was he seated before her, a blank look on his face, hands clasped under his chin. "I already made breakfast, take your pills and then let's eat.""No."Zheme tilted his head, confusion invading his obsidian eyes. "Why not?""Because..." Lexie trailed off, shoving the glass of water aside. "You can't tell me what to do.""I'm not trying to control you Lexie, but it's important that you take your pil—""You are, you always do and I'm not listening to you anymore."Sighing, Zheme pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. He was getting tired of this now, all this woman did was anno
A sob edged her lips and on impulse, Zheme's arms encased her, pulling her to his chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry okay...? You don't have to forgive me, but at least take good care of yourself." His hand patted her back, chin resting on top of her head. "Take care of yourself so I don't have to tell you to."Lexie wanted to push him away, she wanted to escape his embraced, but the warmth engraved within it stopped her. It was familiar, the way he held her. After all, he use to do it all the time, tightly hold her within his strong arms; when they slept and sometimes when he'd forcibly haul her into his lap.The memories were like a happy movie to her, they depicted how blissful they once were, how felicitous, but just look at them now, sad and distant and it was all because of him.He betrayed her!He maliciously broke her!And yet she wanted him, she wanted him so much; to have, to hold, to once again love.Why?
Zheme laid his bride, his love, his forever on the bed, eyes filled with lust as they analyzed her naked form. Her curves were as prominent as ever, stomach flat, breast stiff, waist small and her thighs that were delicately stretched wide for him were as soft and flawless as a baby's bottom.Her body too glowed as though it was bathed in gold and oiled down at least forty times daily, and her half lidded eyes which were filled with desire, pulled at his desperation, making his already hard shaft swell.He dived between her legs; head first, tongue sliding across the pink bud between her folds.A moan that did nothing but egg him on slipped off of her lips, her fingers curling in the seams of his jet black hair. "P-please Zheme...more."Zheme didn't waste another second, his tongue rolled and circled her, then in the warm recess of his mouth, he encased her. He sucked, nibbled and licked, thoroughly pleasuring her before even thinking of
Zheme rolled out of bed, forehead supporting a bruise that Lexie's elbow induced. She was a real beast in her sleep and if Zheme stayed in the room a second longer, he'd take his revenge by waking her up.But she was tired, even more so since she was pregnant and worn out from a night of very passionate sex. Last night, everything felt surreal, the way her tiny, wet cavern had encased him with a grip as tight as a virgin's .The way her stiff breasts had jumped along with his every thrust.The way her moans had made a melodic tune to his ears.And the way those words had easily slipped off of her lips. That was the most sensual thing ever. The words were whispered and yet they were blaring to his ears. It felt good to have heard them, but Zheme wanted hear them again, not from just anybody but from her. After all, she loved him. Lexie Shay Dillon, the most stubborn and overbearing woman of all had declared her love for him, shouldn't he
Lexie shuffled on Zheme's lap, head buried in the crook of his neck. She was bored and Zheme wasn't doing a thing to entertain her. He was just too austere and...well too damn boring!Since breakfast, all he did was sit and look out into space, so Lexie took it upon herself to shuffle her way onto his lap for the attention she had yet to receive. What a bastard he was to not even notice she took a seat on him!What a bastard he was to not notice her at all!What was he thinking about so important that it made her presence go unnoticed?What was so much more significant than her?Lexie raised her head to look at him, eyes narrowed. "Zheme..."No response.She shook his shoulder. "Zheme...?"Zheme snapped out of his thoughts, eyes darting to look down at her. "Yes Kitten.""I-I..." Lexie trailed off, eyes drifting down to stare at her lap as abashment settled under her feet. "Why do you always do this to
Lexie moaned out, fingers fiddling with the buttons of Zheme's pants until it came undone. She zipped down the zip, right hand caressing the all too familiar hardness covered by a Hanes underpants. "I-I...I want you."Zheme nodded. "I know Kitten, but not today.""But wh—?"Zheme cut her off with a peck, fingers digging deeper within her, eliciting little whimpers, bodily squirms and loud moans. "You're pregnant Lexie, you shouldn't be doing anything arduous, there's a possibility that it can lead to miscarriage."Lexie frowned. "But mom sai...ahhh!" Lexie's fingers clung to his shoulder as pleasure ran like lightening along her walls. His fingers were working magic, pleasuring her beyond satisfaction, yet still, she wanted him, his hardness, deep, deep within her. "M-mom said when pregnant, your sex drive becomes higher and that there's nothing wrong with sex during pregnancy.""Is your mom a doctor? What if she's wrong?""I...I
"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.