“I will make you a sandwich.” I finally spat out stubbornly. I tipped my head up, opening the door to leave.
“A sandwich is not food.” Only a man could put such words in a sentence. Beggars could not be choosers.
I went to moisturize my skin before I pulled on a simple dress and went downstairs. I pulled out the bread and all I would need to make the sandwich but somehow I couldn’t get through with it. His words came to me and how firmly he had said it. I shook my head. He could not boss me around.
I cut the bread only to huff out, giving up.
All was put back in place before I thought of what I would cook.
Pasta would be faster so I got on it.
I had never in a million years seen such a turn of events. I turned to stare at Kein and he was just basking in the sun, his shades on, lazily sitting on the chair with no care at all.His chest and neck tattoos were visible. He looked like himself. He looked like Kein the exterminator and as I stared at him I realized he was probably originally middle eastern. But the man was gorgeous.I looked away, sighing. I watched everyone else socialize. They were laughing, happy, and we were just sitting there. Laughter poured from every table and the kids played not far from where we were. It was a happy day yet was I happy?I turned to look at Kein again. He was busy with his phone, seeming not to be having a bad time at all. But weirdly I also wasn’t. It was nice being out of the house. So I sat and stop
The coldness after the sex was getting unbearable.All I could do was cling onto him for a few minutes and after that he pulled me off him and set me aside.It was beyond soul crushing. His pants were completely ruined. All my fluids had slurped to him and my sex needed wiping.Kein stood up, tucking himself back in before he grabbed his phone.“ Lets go.” He said coldly with it getting worse if that was possible. I felt like a booty call.I pushed up, feeling like I was about to explode.My legs were still shaking and fuck, I was sore. I wouldn’t mind him sucking me to make it better.He was leaving and I could
Waking up, I thought it was a dream until I felt his warm breath tickle my breast.I was still shocked, wanting to capture the moment, to somehow pause it and never move from it. I wanted to hold on for as long as I could but it was getting too hot and I needed to shower. The sun was so high I was sure it was midday. And I hadn’t expected him to sleep through me pulling from the bed but he didn’t wake up even as I pulled out the t-shirt I wore nor pry his hands from me. Seeing how much of a heavy sleeper he was truly shocked me. When I was free, I pulled the blankets to bury him then went to take my shower.I pulled my hair in a ponytail, wearing shorts, and a t-shirt. I tidied up the room and went downstairs to get breakfast going even though it was past lunch.For some reason my thoughts kept going back upstairs. Knowing his appetite, I made food that would have fed more than ten people. Slowly, I took all the food upstairs, peaking my head in, him still in bed.He would sure be
Have you ever seen a grown man naked?Have you ever seen a powerful Godlike man naked?I rubbed my eyes, sitting up in my chair as my body throbbed in ways it hadn’t in long time. My eyes fell on the sculpture of a very muscular, tall, sexy Godlike man walking to the bathroom stark naked.A breath hitched up my throat, sure I was still dreaming until he disappeared out of sight.My whole body burned, my heart running miles already.I rubbed my eyes again, shifting to chase away the bits of sleep left.A groan escaped me, unfolding myself from the fatal position I had slept in. I could not even recall drifting off to sleep.
My husband looked like a very troubled man. The more I stared, the more I thought maybe it was more than the pain. Maybe his paleness and distance was more than the pain. Maybe he had a large turmoil going inside him.How did I help?I had never been in such a situation before. He didn’t seem like the type that liked being helped a lot.He ate his food slowly for once, watching the match. He got bored after some time and changed to another sport’s channel where a soccer match was playing.I drank my wine, hiding behind it while my eyes ogled at him.What were the meaning of his tattoos?Some were in Arabic and I suddenly found myself wanting to learn the language.
“How was the flight?”“Good babe, and thanks for the jacket, it’s so warm and comfortable.” I said through the phone which was pinched between my shoulder and my cheek.My hands were full; a carry on bag in one hand and a travelling case in the other another.“I will come join you in three days, this meeting just got brought forward to tomorrow.” Tate said with me grinning.“That is amazing. Don’t worry about staying behind, it will also be nice to just have the first few days with dad alone. Are you sure you don’t want to stay in the house? It will be so much better. And my dad wont be around on most days.” I said, hailing a cab.
The heavy hand holding me down wasn’t there when I woke up.The warm strong body wasn’t there when my eyes opened and I could only chase the scent from his pillow. To make it worse the rain was pouring outside. I lay there for a second listening to sounds but none came besides the harsh rain. I pulled back the blankets and slid out. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom, stark naked. No one was there. I peed and brushed my teeth.The shower door was still foggy so Kein had probably left.Had he left for another job?From the way he fucked me yesterday, I was sure he was not in a condition to go assassin someone’s ass. I went back to the room, sliding back in bed and lay on his side. It was barely warm and his scent clung by pure stubbornness. It showed he rarely slept in his bed. I tucked myself then just lay there.The images from my dream drifted in one after another.Finally I was forced to think and process what I had seen. I had seen so much. I had seen my father shoot his women r
As if that would ease away the worry and turmoil, I slipped from bed and found myself running my hands through Kein’s clothes. Everything was neatly tucked away, clean, and neat. The colors were from light to darkest. The shoes were polished and lined by height and type. I turned to my side and realized that my favorite perfume was not where I put it before. I frowned, moving closer to see that Kein had placed it back with the others. Did it irk him when I left things where they didn’t belong? Did he have OCD? He definitely liked control. A flash of our last night together left me shaking my head to chase it away. Did it irk him when people touched his things? I guess we would have to find out. I pulled out my top and threw it in the hamper before I pulled on his large t-shirt. It smelled of detergent and faints of him. I frowned, moving to his hamper and it was nearly full. I never took it out when doing my own laundry. And that was how I found myself doing laundry at three in t
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THREE YEARS LATERPeter’s P.O.V.I raised my head, my secretaries rushing from their desk. “Ashton, we will finish this later.” I cut the call and stood up just as the door opened. “Daddy!” Tiny little feet running my way. I could only take two steps with how fast Earla was running, fear rocking up in me with her feet seeming to cross over each other with every step she took. I had never seen someone so small. Were we all that small at a point in our lives? I was still shocked. “Princess.” I lifted her up, kisses on her face. How could skin be so soft? I was afraid I would bruise her. I was afraid I would crush her. She was just so small, so soft, so precious, my daughter, my whole life. She looked as beautiful as her mother, caramel skin with curls all over her head. My reason to live had just stepped into my office. “We brought you lunch.” My baby, the one that made me a father, the one who carried my blood, my heir, my reason to work even harder, my reason to clean up my ac
“What is this?” I groaned, looking ahead to Peter who was blind folded. Five days and he stopped looking like a ghost. A tux was on his body, a pair of hospital slippers on his feet. I heard the fit he threw three rooms away when they told him to get in a tux and pull on a blindfold. I could already see a bid of sweat from him being out of bed and about. He was still weak but that didn’t stop him from ordering one hit after another on the Italians. It was a bloodbath in the Italian territory for sure. Peter had pulled all resources and declared war which he was winning. I finally reached him, turning to face him, biting away the smile from my lips. “Daisy?” He questioned.I don’t even know how he agreed to be led here but I was happy he hadn’t fought it. I turned to the pastor, nodding my head. “We are gathered here to witness the union between….” I chuckled out loudly and found myself stumbling into Peter as he tugged me to him, a large grin on his face. “I knew you were up
Fighting with the hospital staff to get my bed in Peter’s room left me wiped. As soon as the bed was brought in, I passed out. From there I was drifting in and out. At one point something was beeping. Through blurry eyes I watched the nurses rush in and the strength I got from gripping Peter’s hand was gone. They took him. In my head it became a spiral, them telling me he had passed. I lost the grip of reality and the fiction my brain was spinning. More beeping came but this time it was me. I was drowning under rapidly. Through my haze I heard the panicked voices, felt myself being wheeled away before I succumbed into the white abyss.My eyes opened, white blinding lights making me shut my eyes again. Someone was standing right beside my bed yet they said nothing. I felt worse than before and hollow too. Memories of all my brain had picked up drifted in and I painfully opened my eyes, scared to even turn my head to look. My body shook and tears ran down the side of my face, hands sha
The fear had me dizzy, nausea threatening to cover the car with my vomit.“Peter, hold on baby, hold on my love, for me, for us.” I felt delusional. What if he was already dead? There was so much blood. I had taken so much time pulling him outside, looking for the cars, finding keys and then opening the gate. Hope dwindled but I refused to give up. I was not going to lose him. I hit every traffic light. I could barely see the way as the car sped through the road. All the guards had been slaughtered, throats cut across. Peter had taken many of the intruders out but they had been too many for him. Maybe if I came out earlier, maybe he wouldn’t be in my backseat, with me praying he was still alive. Oohh God. What would I do? The phone double blinked and I quickly read, ‘In two hundred meters, turn left,’. Not even navigating the road without the sense of hearing would stop me. Nothing would stop me from getting Peter to the hospital. No one. I was ready to shoot any cop that flagged
My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach because whoever that scream came from was dead now. My body turned cold. I corked one gun after another before I moved, looking for a place to hide but fuck it, this house wasn’t meant to hide bodies. Under the bed was my best bet and that was signing a death wish. Where were the guards? I rushed to the window, leaning against the wall, peaking over just a little. I don’t know how they did it in movies but I couldn’t see a damn thing. I pushed off the wall and bent over to take off my sandals. What do I do? What do I do? I slowly crept to the door, leaned against the wall, listening. If I just shot anyone that walked in, could I get away with it? I wasn’t sure I would be fast enough. I wasn’t even sure I could even operate both guns at the same time. In that very confusing situation I stuffed the smaller gun into my chest by the barrel. I clutched the bigger one with both hands. A gunshot went off and I hadn’t been ready for it. For a f
I had never been so excited for dinner in my life. Maybe that was why I wore a black dress that showed off my barely there bump, my back, and my thighs. Wearing heels seemed too much so I settled for gorgeous sandals. I even put the stunning diamond earrings I found in the jewelry drawer. My braids needed to be retouched but besides that I looked good. I rushed downstairs, the table already set up by me and Marcia. I hoped she would stick around for long because I was already attached to her in some way. “Ma’am, go on, I will bring the food,” “No, please, I want to help bring it in.” “ Okay, Okay,” I wanted to giggle and dance because the food smelt so good and I made some of it. I carried one of the casseroles. It was so much food I doubt we could finish it but I was ready to try. I made sure Marcia and Alice would have much more left for them to enjoy. Slade was seated even though when I came down he wasn’t in the dining room. I avoided eye contact at all costs because he didn’
The bed was the best I had ever lay on. The guards had brought the new bed right after dinner and Marcia had ironed and put on the new sheets. I felt as if I was in heaven and I had never slept so peacefully even with my limping heart. I was well rested, not even wanting to get out of bed. My phone sat on the side table, next to the novels they had bought me. Not only did Slade get me a whole box of romance novels but he also filled my closet along with my toiletries. It reassured me that he did want to take care of his child and I was relieved. At least he wasn't casting us out to fend for ourselves. “Ma’am,” A knock came at the door. “You can come in, Marcia,” I didn’t know what time it was but I was sure Slade was long gone for work. It was probably late morning. I was not even ashamed of sleeping so much, my body and baby needed me to recover. I had pushed myself in the last two weeks on the farm.The door opened and Marcia walked in, a tray of food in her hands. After her, wal
“Daisy, come down for dinner,” I had been hiding in my room all day, just sitting there. If I wasn’t so hungry I would have stuck it out but I was famished. Hopefully there was something which would be more appealing to me. I carried myself down the stairs and searched the house until I found Slade in his kitchen wearing black straight cut pants and a golf t-shirt. I averted my eyes as soon as possible and shuffled myself in a seat. I picked up my fork, eyes running over the plate to freeze. Lasagna with strawberries on top. My eyes shot up, feeling embarrassed but also suddenly happy. I had mentioned this once while at the hospital when they had asked me what I wanted to eat. Of course they hadn’t brought it for me. Seeing this suddenly made me emotional. It looked yummy and I dived into my food, drinking the strawberry cooler which I would have hated four weeks before but at that moment it seemed like heaven. I had never eaten so fast nor so much. I devoured it and found myself wa