The whole of the day has been awkward. Totally awkward! I didn't know, and I still don't know, how to behave around him since that fervent moment in the car this morning. Every time our eyes meet, I am reminded of the fire I saw in them this morning. His closure is a reminiscence of that scene in the car. His touches, his sweet savage kisses, they are all freshly stuck in my mind like they happened the past second. It's been hours, yet I feel the redness of his touches on my cheeks. The electrical sparks of his caresses are still tickling my sensitive skin. His beautiful words are still echoing in my ears. "YOU. ARE. MY. WIFE"! He said, and disregard the last part to complete that statement. " ON. PAPER". Whether he did it on purpose or whether that important part slipped out of his mind is something I haven't been able to figure out the whole day."Are you okay?" I snap at his voice as he halts before me with a small package in his hand.He doesn't seem bothered by the morning esc
We park ourselves at the table as we wait for our dinner to be served. Tonight feels phenomenal. Everything about today feels so special. And of course, perplexing. I don't understand why he is circumventing talking about that contract, but I think I will go with this flow even though I know it's all wrong. I am getting the vibes of being his real wife, and I am getting a kick out of it.The feeling is incredibly sweet. Then again, when has him being like this ever not been sweet? Never!My misconceptions are cut short by the memory of the first time we sat around the table like this with his family and friends. I really embarrassed him that day. "What's wrong?" Jerol asks after noticing my sad face, leaning across the table and his face coming so close to mine. "Do I really suck this much?" He adds, earning a confused look from me."What? Why do you say that?" I implore."I brought my wife out for dinner for the first time but I haven't seen a smile flicker on her face. I must be a
My face is all rosy as we stroll into our room. Every step we take, every pulse, and every breath, is hiked by the sparks of the dominant flames of longings spewing in us. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I am immediately pinned on the bed, his lips caressing all the delicate sports of my upper body.Pushing him away in contention to this is not in my mind. I'm so lost in the pleasure he is giving that I'm almost ripping his shirt off, urging him to tend to this fire we both are swimming in - the waves of the desires surging in us. I am So lusted that my walls are twitching with an agonizing sensation of prolonged or refuted needs. My pussy is throbbing, howling for him, and my pant is all soaked wet, bolstering a smooth penetration for him. I want him in a way that I never imagined until now. The fire is savagely setting me ablaze. As he suckles on my neck, his breath a sense of allure on the wet imprints of his kisses trailing down, I drape my hands at the back of his head, gui
The sweet chants of the early morning birds summons my senses from my delightful sleep, making me growl as I turn around, actually, chancing to turn around, but in terrific vain. I am buckled up to the warm and possessively dominant arms of Jerol behind me, our raw flesh against the other. He is virtually stifling me with his tight grip and I can't tell whether he knows.I close my eyes, the waves of the glorious recalls of last night cruising through my mind, reminding me of that moment of raw confectionary madness and pleasure. Magical. Bliss - it was pure bliss. Sweet euphoria! I shut my eyes tighter, bitterly acquiting a tight-lipped chuckle. If any moment has ever been beautiful in my pathetic miserable life up until now, it was last night. It was the only time the phrases "happiness" and "pleasure" had meaning in my life, and they came in handy. Double potion! Double blessings! Double joy! The night was so phenomenal that I can recall every single detail of it without strainin
"Now, please talk to me. Please." Jerol pleads as we pull away from the long unintended embrace.I take my time to scorch away the tears. Not like there are any, because he has taken the liberty to do that for me. I just feel awful and sheepish. Like this isn't what I wanted this morning to be like. You get it? I wanted it to be a happy one just like I had promised him last night. That what happened won't affect our relationship in any way. That there will never be any regrets, and there aren't any, with all sincerity. Why I am feeling the way I am feeling is something beyond my control. Beyond explanation."You can ask me or say anything, you know." He adds, sitting up and sloping his head on the bed just like me, his hand finding its way around my neck, still soothing me.Maybe if I know what exactly he still feels for that ghost woman, just maybe, I will be at peace? Maybe I will stop fussing and feeling this thing that I can't even decipher? Ooh, well, I think I know what it is,
It ticks nine at night. A few weeks since Jerol regained his sanity. And exactly two weeks before our contract expires. Before our time together is up.Time sucks! Really sucks!You might be wondering what has been happening for those weeks since he regained his sanity. Well, you know some - you know, like, those two times we made love? Well, guess what, that wasn't all.Making love has become our ritual ever since then. Sex has become our daily desire, a dose that we can't do without. The urge has swelled up so intensely, and the passion has become insatiable. This bedroom, and this bed can attest to the memories we have created in the last couple of days - memories that are beginning to haunt me now.In two weeks, we are supposed, yes, supposed to say goodbye to all that we have done together. To all that we have become. To everything that holds us together. I am gladdened, totally in glee that he is finally the man that everyone knew before that tragedy that wrecked his sanity hap
As usual, we lean in to kiss goodbye to each other as Jerol leaves for the office. It's our routine, just like we do every time we are retiring to bed. Actually, kissing has become a fundamental facet of all the times we are together, and making love has been our daily dose. We can't live without it. We are at the cliff of it. I even feel like pushing him to this bed right now for the second time this morning for a quickie before he leaves.My goodness! These yearnings are hiking way too high. I can't curb the urge nor mask it, and neither can he. For the last couple of days, we have lived like a real couple - free with others like we are bound by true love and not just a contract. Actually, it is the first time I am remembering that damn shit of paper after so long. He forbade me to talk about it, and I obeyed, like his sweet obedient wife.For these few days, I feel like I really just had a life. I feel like I really lived. All the pleasure we have had together has filled up my arc
"There is no harm in trying, ma'am. I am not saying that you are, but just so to be sure."Can someone please give me a very reasonable reason why I shouldn't fire this nosy bitch! Men, how annoying can people be, really? First, she made me muffle my lungs out with that ridiculous hoax she pulled back there. Freaking, right? After chasing her away to go get me a glass of water to ease my restlessness, she came back with this shitty thing she calls a pregnancy kit or whatever, insisting that I should test for pregnancy.I mean, who is she to insist on that? Who made her my doctor? Does she know the intensity of what she is insinuating? No, of course not, because she won't be here insensitively ranting, so forget that for now, but how can I be pregnant? For God's sake, what sort of a joke is that? I admit that we haven't used protection all those times we have had sex with Jerol but, he has a problem, right? Good grief! I am thankful that he is not even here to listen to this stupid jo
A month later!Stamping my imprints on the red carpet as I start down the aisle, I am beyond enthusiastic. Things have been nothing but blissful for the past one month.Grego has ascertained his devotion to being a son and a brother that he has never been since birth. He has authenticated the worth of the second chance he was given. He is now working for his parent's insurance company as a marketer. Yes, he said he will take things from the bottom up. Not receiving favors from anyone for anything. He is dedicated and aggressive in working his way up. His relationship with his family has amplified remarkably. Their parents are so happy and contented. And Jerol, he is no less happy. Well, and Ellie?Ellie... Ellie... Ellie!!!She is just there, happy with her child which is due next month, and happy with Grego too. Her relationship with Jerol is just, gross. They exchange nothing more than pleasantries and that too, only when it's necessary. Well, I haven't gotten close to her as well,
"Listen, Jerol. I take all the blame for what has occurred. I planned it all, and she tried talking me out of it several times. Don't hold anything against her, please." Grego pleads.Would you look at that power couple of the century! For better or for worse, huh? They are both covering up for each other. Amazing! I am annoyingly loving this. At least they have something admirable!"Unfortunately, I can not pretend that I don't find her guilty. I am willing to let this go for the sake of Father and Mother. But if you two try anything funny, anything at all, I will personally drag your asses to the jail cells!" Jerol roars, and as if that was not a threat, everyone breathes out their suppressed breath which I hadn't noticed.It's like, the decision all lay in him! "Thank you, little brother!""What am I? Ten years? Call me that again and I will break your nose!" My! My husband looks so dangerously cute when throwing tantrums."You broke it two days ago already, bro! You want to turn
"Woow!!! You look spectacular! My goodness!" Mrs Mcall can't help the amazement of seeing me all dolled up in style.Well, I can't blame her. Today, I want to feel fit in this circle. I said I will learn from her how to conduct myself like them. If she grew up poor and now she looks like she grew up in a palace, why can't I adjust? So I went the extra mile and made an effort today. I got myself a classy white silky dress that hugs every inch of my curves perfectly, leaving nothing accentuated. The V-neck line is not deep on both sides. Nothing revealing. Modesty is key for me. I matched it with an inch-and-a-half high pink stilettos. I can't handle anything higher than that unless I want to start cursing the night before the supposed dinner is even halfway. Then I got myself a makeup artist and a hairstylist. I did light makeup. They are not even my thing, but as I said, circumstances called for this. With my hair cascading loose past my shoulders unlike my usual tight bun signature
I wake up draped tight and encompassed by Jerol's sweet arms. There is no doubt that right in his arms, is the sweetest and safest place I would want to dwell all my life.The night was crazily sweet, wild, intense, and everything that pleasure depicts. It was long and rough at some point, and my poor pot of honey can attest to that. The friction I am feeling, the tight muscles, the soreness... I still feel so filled up, like a piece of his member got stuck in there. My!What a night it was! Ooh, what a night!"Good morning!" He lifts up his face, searching for my lips which I gladly direct to him as we share a beautiful morning kiss. "Did you sleep well?" He asks me after the kiss, nuzzling my cheek with his thumb as he buries his orbs deep into mine.Did I sleep well? How can someone not sleep peacefully after such a mind-boggling night, huh? I slept like a baby. I still feel so raw, and a little bit horny. With the memories of last night clogging up my not-so-holy brain, I can't he
"We are here." Jerol says, waking me up. I am becoming so prone to sleep nowadays. I hope I am not becoming a lazy bone. Eyes roll!I wake up, yawning as if I have been napping for a whole decade, and stretching my stiff and fragile muscles. A little slumber and I wake up feeling like crap, yet I still have eight whole months! My!Shooting my eyes outside, I try to scan and take in the ostensibly exotic atmosphere which does not seem familiar at all. Not the environment, not the place itself, nothing rings a bell. Where did Jerol bring me? Even the aura bleeds so distinctly. But then again, I should actually smirk at myself for mocking myself. Where do I know? Heck! I have been to no other place aside from that disgusting shitty home. Jerol's place was the second place I got a chance to know. All the same, wherever that my sweet husband brought me, I am sure I am gonna have the bliss to core here. The white fences, no, hang on! It's the white theme! The white fences, the sparkly whi
"Do you feel any better now?" I ask."I do. I will be completely fine if you are okay. If we are okay. Are we? You are not angry with me? You don't feel like strangling me?" He implores, reaching for my hands across the table and hugging them tight in his warm ones.I won't deny it since it's not even a secret. I missed his touch. I don't know how long it had been but it feels like we were at odds for eternity. I missed this closure."Drinking is and never will be an exception for me, Jerol. No matter your reasons, it will still be wrong for me. I grew up with a drunkard, I can't handle another one." I sincerely explain."I am sorry. I just felt like I had messed up in the worst way. I was so ashamed of facing you and my desperation led me to a bar and I thought of drowning all the combo of sentiments I was feeling in alcohol. Again, I am sorry. I failed you. Sorry, love. I won't try that shit again." He says."You didn't fail me, Jerol. You know I would have listened to you even afte
Sauntering back into the castle, I run into Terry doing her rounds inside. My stomach rumbles upon seeing her, reminding me that I haven't eaten breakfast. Actually, the last meal I remember having was yesterday's breakfast. My baby must be wondering what kind of a mother it has to starve her like this.Forgive me, baby. Mommy just had a lot of things to take care of. But I won't forget you again."Uuumh. Ma'am? Seems like I was right after all." Terry giggles, winking at my hand as I caress my belly. Huh! I didn't even realize I was caressing it, just like I did not realize when she ambled here.Well, I think she deserves to know that her silly hoax that nearly killed me was not actually a joke at all like I squealed that day. It was neither a bad miracle getting pregnant, as I termed it earlier. It is a sweet miracle. And what's more, it's Jerol's first child. The only one since that bitch is out of the way now. Dang! I still have to break the shocking news to him, but only when he
My drive to the McCall's home is quiet with wild sentiments galloping through my mind. I can't help but worry about Jerol. I don't want to see him that way. I don't want a drunkard for a husband. I want to understand him but not to this degree. I want to ease all his pains brought about by this, but how can I if he doesn't want to tell me what he is feeling? I am even afraid of his reaction when he learns that the baby Ellie is expecting is not his. He will be torn. How will I even tell him? We Park at the parking lot, and I step out without saying a word to Mark. Jerol's situation is choking me. I have had a very huge bile blocking my throat ever since I left the castle. I have pushed it down countless times but it keeps forming again. I hope this annoying brat does not add more to the anger I am feeling.The guards open the door for me after greetings that I only nodded to. I amble inside, and I notice four of them walk in with me, two on each of my sides. I shoot a questioning gl
Damn!Why do I feel like crap?I stretch my stiff muscles as I snuggle closer to the duvet. My mind feels like numb. Wait? I am here? In the house?I turn around, rummaging for Jerol with my hand, but the space is empty. I urge my eyes to open, and they substantiate the nothingness my hand felt. He is not here. I jerk myself up. Well, he did an applaudable job in carrying me over here and changing me into my pyjamas. I didn't even know he would bring me home. I anticipated waking up curled up in his arms at the hospital where I fell asleep. He thought it wise to bring us home which is fantastic, but where did he go this early morning? To work? What the heck is the time? It looks still looks so gloomy from the rain last night, I guess. I didn't even hear a drop of it. Yesterday was just a day on its own. Too much of everything in just a single day. I am not surprised that I slept like a deadbeat.Reaching for my phone, I check the time, and I sigh after learning that it's only eight