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 heLexie 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
Lexie stood by the door, watching with impatience as Zheme stepped inside with multiple bags in hand. "What took you so long?"Zheme shrugged, closing the door behind him. "Shopping for food is not easy Lexie, especially if you're a man.""It is easy, all you had to do was pick up a couple of groceries, you wanna know what I did while you were gone?""What?" Zheme inquired."I had to wait for you, right here at the door.""Did you stand here all this time Lexie?"Lexie nodded and at that, Zheme's eyes narrowed pointedly. "How many times must I tell you not to do that? I've been gone for about thirty minutes Lexie, couldn't you just wait in the living room while sitting on the couch or something?"Lexie shook her head, arms folded across her chests. "No!""And why the bloody hell not?!"Lexie didn't respond, instead her arms circled herself as she took a step back.Zheme sighed at that for he kn
He walked to his room, eyes finding Lexie stood by the closet, holding in hand the bag that contained all the money he had left.She looked over at him, eyes gaping wide. "It beeped, something inside of it beeped!"Zheme swallowed heavily, shaking his head in denial. "I searched that bag, no we searched that bag, there was nothing inside, so hearing a beep is certainly impossible.""I heard it Zheme," Lexie persisted. "I swear to god, I heard it."Zheme grabbed the bag from her grasp, shaking its contents out onto the floor. The money, that's all he saw, nothing else and that somehow managed to calm his bursting nerves. "See Kitten, you're being delusional, there's nothing in the ba—"A sudden sound drifted like the wind to both their ears, a ringtone, a phone, a f*cking phone! Zheme didn't bring his phone, he had left it in his car and furthermore, this annoying sound was not his ringtone, so whose w—?"Quickly, he fiddled with
His father stepped forward and with every step he took, Zheme took one back, hauling Lexie along with him.His eyes were gaped wide, lips stretched apart, heart beating fast and all his thoughts were irrational.His father... What was his plan now?To kill him for his disobedience?Or perhaps to kill Lexie for hers?Zheme didn't know what to think, what to do, so he resorted to resigning into the centre of the room before speaking shakily. "F-father please, I'm sorry okay, but if you're planning to hurt one of us, I'm the one who deserves it, she's innocent and she's... She's pregnant...please."Maxwell's steps ceased, head tilting, hands falling into his pockets. "I see you're still defending her when all of this is her fault. If it weren't for her, everything would be fine, you would still be safe, safe from me, safe from him!" He took a deep breath, eyes pointedly fixated on Lexie. "But just like your mother, that da
Zheme's heartbeat was palpitating at a speed it never had before and his fingers that gripped the gun were shaking with anxiety.This was all a surprise to him. He had initially thought that Dan was apart of his father's twisted plan, but now it's seems his father had been the one apart of Dan's.This, all of it was too hard to process, how could it have turned out like this?Dan the mastermind...?His father the victim...?Zheme would've never guessed it, but now since the real truth had forcibly found its way to him, he was sorry.For doubting his father...For condemning him...For hating him...And lastly for trying to kill him.What if he had succeeded?Then he'd be in an even bigger pit of regret, but now instead of regret, he was buried in fear, for the father who had aspired to protect him was laying on the floor, panting unsteadily and bleeding heavily.What if he...w
"Well since you asked..." Dan shrugged, nonchalantly. "I'll tell you.""It all started with...•••Flashback•••It all started with him, Jerome Algae. (Dan's original name) He wasn't a normal kid, there was just something abnormal about him, the way he talked, the way he walked and even the way he stared. There was this darkness in everything he did, this...this inexplainable aura. He had no parents and in the orphanage where he lived, the kids were adequately scared of him. He did things they would never; gruesome things, sick things.On his left finger, he'd bite the nails until they bled, but left the ones on his right hand to grow just so he could use them to scratch his arm until the skin abraded.He wouldn't wince, wouldn't groan out in pain, but instead he'd smile like the pain brought him joy. Nobody understood him, nobody tried to, but perhaps if they had, he wouldn't have turned out as cruel as he did.
Amongst the fear that flowed relentlessly within Zheme, there now laid anger.No sadness... No pity...No regret...Only anger, repulsion, disgust for this old man; supposedly known as his grandfather.How could someone's mind be this corrupt?How could someone hold onto a grudge for this long?His mother had left him at the age of seven?Well at least she got a chance to leave willingly, Zheme's was forcibly taken away from him. And his father had hung himself? That was nothing compared to what both Zheme and his father had to endure.The whips, the manipulation...if they were for a good cause then perhaps Zheme wouldn't have felt this bad, but they were for nothing at all, nothing but Dan's stupid conviction.For it was stupid, He just lost his mom and his dad and then thought the world fell upon his shoulder, well Zheme lost his mom and while his father was alive, he fel
"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.