Chapter 4

Emily

'One of the guards will take you to dinner.’ That was the only text I got from Cedric after getting dressed and waiting for him for over an hour. My mind wandered to where he must have been but I knew that sinking in the details was only going to make things worse. Before I called him with full rage, the guard walked in.

“Sir, wanted me to take you to the location.” I shook my head in annoyance, following his trail. I thought we were going out elsewhere but this guard just took me to the other section of the house which only made sense why he was being dismissive in his text. I waited for Cedric outside the resort. I saw him come down from the car. He was walking towards me with a glow. Is that a smug I see? I asked myself. 

Not to enrage myself further, I could only keep my thoughts to myself. I didn't want to cause a scene. I just wanted to do away with this dinner and go back to my bed. I took several shots from my inhaler today because I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I had a bad feeling about all of this.

Cedric walked up to me and his face was straight again. I could smell a female cologne on him, it didn't take a soothsayer to know where he had been all night. Keeping me waiting. They tried to ease the knot in my chest. “You are going to behave yourself today. It would be best to do as I tell you. I would not condone your feisty attitude, speak only when you are spoken to.” I rolled my eyes at him. At least he agreed that I was feisty. That was something we both agreed on 

“I'm sorry, I am late,” Cedric told everyone as he dragged the chair out for me to sit. I was surprised to see Celine and another average woman, she was wearing a black sequence dress with grey wavy hair. It didn't take long for me to know that she was his mother. I gulped.

‘A little heads up would have been nice.’ I said in my head. Celine was looking elegant as well, we were all wearing black apart from Celine who was wearing a red slit dress to match her intentions during this occasion. 

“Why the hell would you bring this filthy thing here?” His mother questioned Cedric. He ignored her, telling the waiter what he needed. “This is a private dinner, she isn't supposed to be invited.” She snapped indirectly at me, distracting me from admiring this exquisite place. I decided to ponder on the awe of this place as her words sent daggers into my heart.

“She is my wife and she needs to be here. Please, mother.” I stole a glance at Celine and a flash of hurt passed through one of her expressions. They were other people at the dinner wearing black and it made me wonder what the fucking occasion was. 

Cedric's mother was about to speak but I beat her to it. “My name is Emily, ma'am. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, that pleasure isn't mine. It would do everyone good if this important dinner, my husband's memory, wasn't so tainted by your presence.” I had a reply for that but I gulped, trying to adhere to the rules Cedric had given me earlier. 

“My condolences, ma'am!” I forced a smile and they all laughed at me. I tried to quietly check myself if I said anything wrong, that they all had to humiliate me like this. 

“Cedric please, you didn't find a wife for your purpose and you chose an American. Celine has more qualities of a wife than this…” She fluttered her fingers at me. “thing.”

“Come on, Mother. Let it go. We have a funeral to plan and it would be best if we focus on that.” Cedric tried to defend me. I felt invisible and I just wanted to lie down and drown out the faces that I had seen here today. 

“Look, whatever you call yourself. You are only here to serve a purpose. If I were you, I wouldn't get too comfortable. You have no right to speak here, your opinions don't matter here. If I were you, I would continue to walk with my head down in shame.” She rolled her eyes at me as she dismissed me. 

My heart was shattered into a million pieces. The knot in my chest only tightened, and as I got a trip of myself it became harder to breathe. To fight through the humiliation.

They continued to discuss how private they wanted the funeral to be. They talked about costs and what it might take. The dinner was to honor his memory one last time before they went public. 

While they continued, a bang on the table made me fret. “It is because of you and that thief you call a father that we are down to relieving the horrors of my husband's death. It is because of people like you that have died in the first place.”

“I am sorry for your loss but my father had nothing to do with your husband's death. I would suggest you refrain from blaming my innocent father and focus on how to give him a peaceful burial.” I snapped back at her. She thinned her lips not expecting the lash back. I had nothing else to say or do, I just felt too irritated to spend one more second in her presence. 

“Your father's a fraud and that elevated My husband's heart condition. Too bad he isn't here to witness the downfall of your fucking family.” I narrowed my eyes at first then locked my head down in shame. 

I couldn't stand it any longer. There was nothing I could say that exonerated my father's image, it was because of him I was here in the first place. I stood up feeling ashamed and stupid for taking the bait and coming to this fucked up dinner. 

I walked away leaving them. I realized that the resort was just outside the house and the whole estate seemed to be kicked down by Cedric's wealth. The resort felt like a place for tourists and it was quite busy. I took my heels in my hand holding my not-so-empty purse, with just a few Euro bills. As soon as I stepped out of the resort. A well-built man dressed in a leather jacket jumped into me, dragging out my purse. Cedric rushed out throwing his fist at this guy until he ran away dropping my purse. I picked it ready to go back home shaken up.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?”

“Where else? Home.” I was walking down when he carried me into the car and we drove home. 

“Don't you ever touch me?”

“I warned you not to speak unless you were spoken to.”

“Your mother was throwing words at me, you don't expect to fold my hands and watch her humiliate me in the presence of all those people!”

“You don't listen. She wasn't wrong when she spoke about your father. The least you could do was admit that and apologize.”

“Don't you dare talk to me about what's true or not Cedric! How am I sure you fucking rich people didn't frame him? From the way you all are you seem to think that you are better than everyone else. Well good for you, at least I know what I am into now that you have forced me into marrying you. I don't just have you to deal with but your wicked mother.” 

I was about to leave my room when he dragged me and pinned me to the wall. Cedric held my hands up high above my head, tracing his fingers along my neckline. “I have warned you to watch the way you speak to me. You sure have this fire inside you and I'm going to teach you a lesson.”

I tried to breathe as every hormone in my body fired up, aroused. He ran his tongue on my neck before kissing me so badly like he wanted me. He carried me to the bedroom. I couldn't wait. We undressed each other. He slipped his fingers in between my thighs as he sucked my nipples. 

“Cedric…” I moaned. “Please stop, I have never done this before,” I confessed running out of breath. 

He smirked. “Then let me teach you. I will be gentle.”

In no time, he was inside me, sliding against me gently as I cried out. It hurt at first then it became smooth as he muttered warnings as sweet nothings in my ears.

Our bodies slide into each other, raw and intense. He kept himself inside me, there was nothing I wanted even more.