you're a whore

He parked the car near a tree. I don't understand where he's taking me.

He leans towards me to kiss me with his eyes closed.

Lol joker.

I let him come really close to my lips until there was just a 3 centimetres gap between our lips and I placed my hand in between our lips and laughed.

"I was joking." I said.

"I don't care." He said as he removed my hand and claimed my lips by cupping my face to which I don't protest.

I'd be lying if I say I didn't miss him or his touch or his kisses.

After a really long kiss which lasted for minutes, he pulled away. We are both breathing heavily but we try to collect ourselves and I try my best to not push this sexual tension any further.

"Shut up and drive." I said.

"Yeah it was totally me who said 'kiss me' " he said as he started driving. Huh.

We finally reached home. His home I mean, actually a mansion. Which used to be my home too once upon a time. I miss it.

We get down from the car and start walking towards the entrance.

"It was a joke ok." I said in my defence as we climbed the stairs of his palace.

"And what about punish me?" He asked as we entered our old bedroom. Not a thing has changed since the past 4 years.

"Well. It was a joke too." I said. So proud of myself.

"I doubt." He said as he sat on our- I mean his bed.

"You're delusional." I said facing him.

"And you're horny." He said.

Ok but how does he know?

"And what makes you think that?" I ask.

"Your face clearly shows." He said.

"Okay and?" I said.

"Let's do something about it." He said as he pulled me into his lap.

I start unbuttoning his shirt desperately. What no sex for 4 years does to a girl.

As I unbutton the last button of his shirt, he stops me by holding my hand.

"I was joking." He said.

Sweet revenge.

I am embarrassed.

"I hate you." I say as I get up and pull away from him.

"Don't worry, You will get what you want, I just need to take care of something important first. I will be right back. Stay here. Flower." He said as he left.

"Wait. Where are my parents?" I ask. I was so distracted by my horniness that I totally forgot about them.

"They're safe. Don't worry." He said.

"When will you be back? " I ask.

"Soon." he smiled at me.

Within a few minutes I saw his car leaving the mansion with 3 other cars. I wonder what it could be.

There are guards on the main gate who won't let me run away. I can't run away because I want my parents safe. To be honest, I don't even want to run away.

I roam around in my ex house with deep nostalgia. The happy moments and sounds of laughter I had with him. The kitchen where I used to cook for him. Every corner of this palace where we made out. We hardly spared any room.

Tears start to surface in my eyes as I recall my happy past with Arnold. As I recall how good and kind of a gentleman he was. And how he has turned into a narcissist now.

I move around and go back to my bedroom. I mean his bedroom. Whatever.

The wedding dress I am wearing right now is uncomfortable. I woke up this morning thinking about how I am going to be Steve's bride today. And how I should sacrifice my love and happiness for the sake of Steve's happiness. I thought it was easy to fake love for Steve. But now that my marriage with him is cancelled, I feel a weird happiness, being here with Arnold. Like, this is where I belong. This is where my soul desires to belong.

I hate him but I also love him.

I am shocked to see my old clothes still preserved in the wardrobe. Perhaps as a dead person's last memories.

I missed my old clothes.

Arnold didn't give me a chance to collect my stuff back after divorce. Apparently, he didn't want to see my face.

I take a shower and wear one of my old comfortable soft loose dresses which feels like heaven.

I see Arnold's diary in the wardrobe. Should I open it?

He's not someone who maintains diaries as much as I know. But it's been 4 years. They're enough to change a person and their perspective about life.

I want to open the diary and read about his life since the past 5 years which I missed. But it's bad to invade someone's privacy by reading their diary. Especially if that someone is your ex husband.

I go to the kitchen to make pancakes for myself. I am hungry.

While I am making pancakes, I hear someone entering the house. There was nobody here except me until now.

"Honey, surprise!" Said Arnold's mother as she barged in with a happy face which turned into disappointment as she saw me.

I missed her. She and I were best friends. She used to love me and I still love her.

I missed her so much. I tried to contact her a few times after all this but she had blocked my number.

Tears start falling down from my eyes as I see her. She's as important and dear to me as my own biological mother.

"Hii mom, how are you?" I speak softly as I walk towards her.

I want to hug her and cry my heart out about everything. I want to tell her that I didn't cheat on Arnold. I want to tell her that I terribly missed her all these years.

"Distance." She said, As I approached her.

"What the fuck are you doing here? " She said with anger.

"Mom, I missed you so much." I cry my heart out like a toddler.

"You're a whore." She said.