Will I ever be able to read him as he does with me?
I sighed deeply at that thought. My hand was still under the running sink faucet. I averted my eyes away from his retiring back and looked at the mark on my hand.
The slow pressure of the water was soothing the stinging pain on my hand. The hard bark of the tree was successful in cutting the pale skin off the back of my hand and drawing little blood out of it. I moved my fingers tracing a line lightly on the scratch on the back of my hand. It stings a little as I move my finger on a dark red mark. But it didn't sting a bit when he touched the scratch with his rough fingers instead I felt a tingling over my bruised skin.
Nina, stop thinking about him.
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I'm going to make you feel like you made me feel. I'm going to make you feel insecure and have fun watching you in distress. "Just wait for it," I said with a smirk on my face. “But first I need something to eat. I need the energy to fight against the devil” Jane said while holding her growling stomach with a sheepish smile on her face. She has still not eaten her breakfast. I nodded at her and she left for the kitchen. "How I'm going to make him feel insecure,'' I whispered to myself while thinking. He is full of himself. He thinks everything is his to take and nothing can get away from his hand. How I'm supposed to make h
I was still in a numb state listening to his blunt words. I looked at him with wide shocked eyes. God this man. Can he once in his life choose his words properly. Tightly packed in his embrace I was still looking at his face. What does he mean by touching in a place where I have never been touched? My cheeks burned with a red tint as the meaning of his dirty words sank into me. His smirk widens looking at how deep his words have affected me. He slipped his arm around my waist with a firm grip as he started taking me with him inside the farmhouse. That's when my senses kicked when I felt my body being moved. "Take your hand away from me. I won't come inside with you" I announced while trashing in his firm grip.
God, please save me from Satan. I checked everything but I forgot to check the main thing. I forgot to check my room. I should have peeked inside before entering and locking the door like a big Idiot of this world. Why do I have to get caught like this? "God please save me from Satan" I whispered with closed eyes as each passing second was making me go deranged in my head. "No one is going to help you so stop asking for it" he whispered in my ear in his spine-chilling voice making me push more into his hard chest. "Didn't I tell you? You will be dead meat when I get my hands on you?'' he whispered those words again in my ear in his spine-chilling voice, making my heart sink to a lower level.
This Satan. "What is this," I asked in anger. "Finally you are talking," he said in his mocking tone. He wants to take revenge on me for not talking with him in the car by bringing up these papers now. Is he for real? "I'm asking you what the hell is this," I asked with a set jaw while glaring at him. All my happiness of getting the power of attorney papers was taken away from me like a flame from moths. How did I even think he would give me papers this easily and that too this fast without wanting anything in return? I'm a big fool to think he will give me what I want without tormenting me. Why I'm forgetting the fact that he is a satan of my life. He has taken birth on this earth just to
What I got caught myself into. The torch which I was holding in my mouth fell as a gasp left from my mouth. His light brown predatory eyes roamed all over my body passing a weird sensation through all my body. His hooded sleepy eyes were lingering on my bare legs which I tried to hide by pulling my t-shirt down with my free hand. He smirked looking at my attempt of hiding myself from his predatory eyes. Today he demanded that I wear the same black t-shirt which he made me search in the pile of his clothes a week ago. He didn't even let me wear any pants on it. And when I protested against it he said that I was denying my master's wish so I will be punished. I didn't want to make my situation worse than it was so It made me wear this black t-shirt without any further protest.
What will happen to me now? I was still sitting on the floor with a red face when I heard the doorbell ringing again but I didn't dare to get up from the floor and open the door. Uncle Richard is waiting for me to open the door for him. I can't even pretend that I didn't see him because he saw me. I clearly remember his shocked face when he saw who opened the door for him and that too in these sluty clothes. What must he be thinking about me? Why didn't I look before opening the damn door? I even said those stupid welcoming words which say I every day while welcoming Jack. I never in my wildest dream dreamed I would see this day in my life. What should I do now? I bit my lower lip in
How I regret kissing him back! I glared at him with pure hate in my eyes. He grins looking at my pissed face. I just want to punch him hard in his stupid face. I curled my fingers into a fist. In past days I stopped myself from punching him but today he has again crossed his limits to the level where he deserves more than my punch. Today is the day he is going to taste my fist after so long. Just because he has forgotten the taste of my punch that's why he is acting more like a brat he is. I lifted my hard fist to punch in the square of his face when he caught my hand with wide eyes. My actions caught him off guard but the shock on his face was replaced into a big grin looking at what effect his words had on me. "Let go of my hand," I said while grind
I'm dying tonight. With a palpitating heart, I waited for him to open the door as Satan was not letting me go from his rigid grip on my waist. Today is the day I'm digging my grave even deeper. If dad saw me with him then the nightmare of him printing my wedding cards would come true. This thought made me want to run away from Jack the satan more. As I tried to stride in his grip but his hold became more firm on me. Dad again twisted the knob and I closed my eyes shut like he won't be able to see me if I shut my eyes tightly. With a running heart, I waited for him to come inside and find Jack and me in the same bed. I waited and waited as a few seconds passed but the door was still not open by dad.
I pulled all the bags out of the storage to pack them with my kid's clothing. "Jack help me" I shouted from storage as I needed help to carry them to our room. "Coming cupcake," he shouted from downstairs. He came to the storage room and then looked at me and the bag with confusion. "Cupcake, why do we need so many bags?" he said, eyeing all the five bags in front of me. "To lack our clothes, what else would I want so many bags," I said while dusting the bag. "But still don't you think there are too many," he asked, still eyeing the back. "No they are not I need to pack all the clothes for the kids, don't you know Aiden dirty his clothes more than three ti
"Amelia, Aiden" I called my kid's name while searching for my imported files on the desk. Why are they not answering me? "Oh God why I'm not getting it," I said in annoyance as all the things were scratched on the desk and some were even lying on the floor. I stood up with both hands on my hip and eyes on all the mess that was in front of me while exhaling deeply. My desk was a total mess and his desk in the room was not looking any better either. Yesterday I and Jack made this whole mess. We messed up our shared office when kids were at the school. My cheeks burned red as I remembered how I begged him as he kept teasing me to the point I needed to scratch his back needly. It continued until I passed out in his arms. That Satan never lets me off easily. I bit my lower lip as the mere memory of yesterday made me feel hot again. The way he was holding me while saying all the dirty words to me made me feel as if he was still
I don't know when we both slept looking at his cute sleeping face with a happy smile on our faces. The next day I woke up to find me and Jack trying to fit in a small bed trying not to squeeze the baby. He was still asleep with his one hand firmly placed on my waist as if making sure I didn't fall out of bed in the middle of the night. I looked at our sleeping baby and then at him. He was still so deep in sleep. I know we slept less because the baby woke up in the middle of the night crying telling me he was hungry. Jack stayed up with me until the baby fell asleep. Even though I told him to sleep he didn't, instead, he helped me in making the baby burp after I breast-feed him. I knew it was his way of saying he was there for both of us. It warms my heart knowing he was willing to help me in everything. I already knew
And that's how our baby boy made its grand entry into this world. I jolted up from my sleep with the noise of a small cry. Even though my body was feeling weak I tried to sit up. I was still in the hospital and I tried to find the source of the cries I could hear. Hearing those cries my chest heaved with all the disastrous emotions. I found the sound coming from the cradle beside me. When I looked more, that's when I saw a small figure in it crying. My baby was crying and looking at him in discomfort my chest became even heavier. The urge of making him soothe his pain increased in me. I tried to move out of bed even though there was not much strength left in me. I found an IV attached to my wrist. Still, I tried to move to take my crying baby. I was about to step down from my bed when the room door opened, making me l
"Jack my water broke" Those words from her mouth were enough to scare me. The panicked look in her eyes scared me even more. I moved my head down and saw liquid pooling at her feet with a hammering heart. I met her gaze again. I just kept looking at her with a blank look on my face not knowing what to do next. It "My water broke" she repeated her words this time a little loud and with more panic flooding her tone. Listening to her words the chattering on the table stopped making everyone look at us. "We need to hurry fast to the hospital," Jane said in her eager voice, getting my attention. Listening to her I immediately stood up in alert mode while rubbing my face in nervousness. "Jack bri
JACKS POV I buttoned up my tuxedo blazer and hurriedly walked out of the room to go to the adjoining room to help my very pregnant wife. Opening the door I saw she was standing in front of the bed with Amelia standing in front of her dressed in her pink frock. The mother and daughter were speaking to each other and laughing about something. Their laughter was like music to my ears. These two ladies had a special place in my heart. I walked in and my little angel's happy blue eyes fell on me. "Daddy" she squeals in happiness, throwing her hands up for me to take in and I didn't waste time and took her in my arms with a big smile as she stretched on my face. "How do I look? Did you like my frock" she asked in her excited voice. "First let me see
"I hope I'm not disturbing you ladies" He flashed us his pearly white teeth smile and from the corner of my eyes, I looked at Ava who seemed pissed looking at his smiling face. "Long time no see Mrs Miller," he said while looking at me. "I was wondering how you are doing. You look very much pregnant and beautiful as always," he said in his heavy voice which had an accent mixed with his English making me wonder where exactly he was from. I blushed a little at his compliment. He always says all those cheesy words to me, making me think if he likes to flirt with everyone. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ava sighing in frustration. It was visible on her face that she was not happy to see him there.
"I love you too." The memory of the day makes me smile even in my dreams as from now onwards I have decided only to live with all the happy moments and forget all the bad ones. I have decided to keep moving forward, forgetting all the bitterness of my past but not forgetting the experience I got with it and it is what makes me feel powerful every day. It's what has given me the strength to live my life with all my past good and bad occurrences. These days saying I love you back makes me feel happy. It gives me the power to express my love for him which I have never done before. Those words never stop coming from his mouth and it always warms my heart when he says them to me. It makes me feel like I'm in love with him all over again. The awareness of the person I love loves me back with the same power and thriving in it make
"Yes I would love to" That night we celebrated and Amelia was so happy after listening to my reply. She jumped in happiness from here and there telling everyone that now she had mom and dad. His happy laughter made Jack's and my heart swell up in happiness. I always wanted her to be my daughter and now she was as I had already signed the papers. All the foundation kids were happy for her. She was the favourite of everyone here. They were a little sad knowing she would move with us but they didn't show her and celebrated with her. It has been over a month since that day. Dad, uncle, and aunty come frequently to meet Amelia with gifts for her. They are showering her with lots of love. Why won't they? After all, she is their first grandchild. A smi