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2024-10-29 19:42:56“I’m so glad you’re okay, babe,” he mumbles into my hair and hugs me harder. There is so much comfort warm in his arm.
I chuckle happily, and hug him tightly as well “Me too Levi, me too.” I reply, my hands rubbing his back slowly and he seems to relax even more at my touch.
It’s been under twenty-four hours since we last saw each other and it already feels like forever and I don’t want to lose it again.
He let go of me and takes my lips into his and kisses me deeply and desperately, and I kiss back giving as much as I am receiving. I wrap my arms around his neck and pulling him even closer to me. His arms pull me tighter against his body and I lean more into him as I let him take control of the kiss, accepting his tongue into my mouth.
We pull away, trying to catch our breaths, and I bite down slowly on my lips, trying to control the feelings running through me as my eyes open to look at him
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The phone line ends, leaving me torn and anxious about what to do next and I get too occupied that I do not expect the knock that comes to my door, causing me to jump, a bit startled almost immediately. An unpleasant feeling coils in my stomach as I debate whether to open the door for the stranger sent here by Keenan to pick me up. ‘What if Keenan's aim is to get you killed?!’ my pessimistic mind yells at me. ‘That way, he won’t have to go through the trouble of divorce. What then?’ I won’t say he’s not that kind of person, because he’s a man in love and people who are in love sometimes do crazy things like getting rid of anyone in the way of their happiness. I’ve seen how Keenan acts out when Taylor is discussion, and I know his love for that woman is too deep and he’ll move every mountain if it’ll help him get to her. I’m the number one person in the way of that. And never has my life been so endangered as it is now. Am I over
Hell Of A Marriage Fourteen
It has been a week since we began living together. Mentally feels like it’s more than a year already, as the days past have been the longest I’ve been in. It's been long. I’d say sixty-two hours a day felt more accurate. In the past week, Keenan had taken it upon himself to make us anything but close. He’s hired three maids, one of which is my helper and he said that like I was an invalid, two professional chefs, three gardeners, two drivers and four security men. He never for once did he ask for my consent to everything he did, well at first I didn’t want to give him any advice, but he didn’t listen when I tried to later on. He banned me from coming to the office, which is understandable because I hate the whole idea of working under my husband. But not only did he ban me from coming to the office, he also banned me from looking for another job and when I tried arguing with him, he told me it was part of the prenup I signed. I demanded to see
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“Why would I ever want to screw myself, when I can always screw you instead?” And immediately he let me go and hands me the towel before walking out of the bathroom.I gasp and cover my mouth, panting as I watch the door closes behind him. I felt weakness all over my body, especially because he just left me undone and in need of release.How can he do this to me? He didn’t have any right to touch me, and yet he did.He’s trying to prove the point of what he’s capable of at my expense and I let him.I feel terrible, violated. Can we classify that as being violated? Cause and I didn’t complain or fight against it because I wanted it. I feel so weak and yet so turned on and unable to get back at me for what he’s done.Hell, this is bad, and it’s getting out of hand. I don’t think I have as much effect on him as he does on me and I think he knows that, too.I take three deep breaths af
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Once inside, I notice there are also notable men and women present and although Keenan is still yet to tell me why we are here; I hear small voices talking and putting two and two together; I know this might be an engagement party, not a special event like he made it seem like back at home. “Whose engagement party is this?” I ask Keenan, who has been pulling me along with him everywhere since we entered five minutes ago, like I’m his toy. “Uh?” He raises a brow at me, trying to play the confusion part, but I know better, which gets me even more pissed off. I roll my eyes and stare at him, “Don’t you uh me! Speak or I’m gonna turn around and leave this very minute.” I threaten with a serious look. He breathes down slowly, and I know he wants to be stubborn, controlling and pushy, but there seems to be something about this entire event that keeps him in check. “It’s Taylo
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Levi walks over to me smiling happily and pulls me to himself and before I can say anything he kisses me softly on the lips and I melt into that kiss, only pulling away when I realise we are still in public. “We need to leave here so we won’t attract attention,” I tell him and he nods happily and takes my hand. He’s barely able to keep his eyes and hands off me all the while we drove over to his apartment, and it is almost the same with me. “You look really beautiful, Vary,” he says to me, as he opens the door to his apartment and ushers me inside. “Thank you,” I reply and walk in and he closes the door. I turn to him with a sceptical look before asking, “How did Keenan reach you?” He looks a little lost and taken back in thoughts, “He came to my gym yesterday and he forcefully made me hear him out and I’m glad I did.” He goes into the kitchen, and kicks off my black heels and I follow behind him. He opens the fridge and
Hell Of A Marriage Eighteen
“Who’s she, Keenan?” I ask Keenan, who looks lost between the two women beside him. I don’t need the answer, no I didn’t want the answer because I already know who she is. This was why he threw me away yesterday. He wanted to sleep around with some other woman. My heart is breaking, but then again, what did I even expect? He doesn’t love me; he doesn’t even like me and I have given my heart already to him! Who does that? A pathetic loser. The woman, although in a towel, is a walking beauty and I think at this point she knows that. She’s of medium height and the towel does not hide her great curves. Her straight blonde hair reaching behind her back, her eyes are alluring green orbs and her lips red and a lit puffy and I know why that is. “Who are you?” The Lady turns to ask me as Keenan seems to go mute. Her eyes are demanding and unfriendly as she stares at me. “I’m his wife,” I put much emphasis on the wife so s
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“She said ‘I love you.’” I reply, walking away from the window and towards the bed and I sit down next to him. “Your wife proclaiming her affection towards you shouldn’t be something that would make you feel this disturbed.” If his ignorance hasn’t made me feel bad before, it just did. I wouldn’t say I blame him, though. We have been in brief contact since I got back. In fact, we haven’t been friends for the last four years, not after he accused me of sleeping with Taylor, who was still then his girlfriend behind his back and broke Taylor’s heart. Since I came back into the country, I felt hurt by Taylor and I developed resentment towards him; he was the guy that hurt and broke Taylor’s heart and he was the one Taylor still chose over me. I kept my distance from them and have disclosed little information about himself to Rory well until now. I needed my best friend just as much as he needed me, and I know I have to tell him the truth ab
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“Good morning, princess.” He greets politely. From what I can see on him, he only has his black Calvin Klein briefs and his black singlet on for covering. The remaining parts of his body comes up exposed to my eyes, his muscled arms and from his mid-thigh downward exposed with thick muscles and long dark hair from his knee downwards. “Morning.” I reply, feeling a little disconnected and suspicious suddenly. “What are you doing?” I step away from the door, but not going anywhere close to me. I tighten my hands around the white towel I have on, which barely covers much. He smiles widely, “I’m drawing you a warm bath.” he runs his hand through the water in the tub and I stand still and watch him. After a while he looks up at me, “it is warm enough, undress and get in.” “While you are still here?” I ask, my tone rising nervously as I speak. And this makes him get up from the tub and I properly stare at him. There is a humoro
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My eyes open slowly to the noise coming from downstairs and I realise that Keenan no longer on the bed and as I look around I realise he isn’t in the room either. This morning is dull and Christmas mornings have never been that way for me before as it is one of my favourite holidays, but this morning is not like the others I’ve had. It’s freezing feverish and I’m also irritated at almost everything. It’s been happening these past few days and nausea feeling doesn’t help either. These are signs I get when I’m about to begin my period and but this time they are a little different. Christmas should be fun, but my mood isn’t making it easy. I want to close my eyes when the door opens and Keenan walks in wearing a black round neck polo and grey sweatpants. His hair is rough as expected, but his blue eyes are sharp, especially when they land on me. He smiles and walks over to me. “Good morning, sweetheart. Levi and Bethany are wondering if you would come down for b
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“Vary?” He calls, a little surprised, and a little relieved as he shuts the door and tosses his keys on the counter. She’s wearing a white gown reaching a little below her thigh, displaying her toned long legs and it takes all Keenan’s might to not get distracted by them so he asks, “What are you doing here?”She gets up from the bed and walks towards him, “Trying to make amends.”Keenan looks puzzled. He does not interrupt her, he just listens.She pauses halfway towards him, “I shouldn’t have run away the way I did that night and I have blamed you for so long I forgot I also played a part in it.... the greatest part.”Keenan shakes his head. If there’s anything he has learnt in the past three months, is that passing blame helps no one. “Vary, that not true. We both played an equal part in everything that happened.” He says as he walks to her.She wanted h
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Three months later.*** Keenan tosses and turns on the large, but lonely bed and after three hours of trying to convince himself why he needs to sleep, he pulls himself up and reaching for his phone on the lampstand beside his bed he picks it and dials the motel Christel’s line. He waits a moment and in less than three seconds later, the call is picked and a feminine voice comes through at the end of the line after the first ring. “Hello Christel motel customer service line, always open for services. How may I help you?” The polite voice asks. He clears his suddenly choked up throat to ask, “Hello, I wanted to ask if room 43 is still being occupied?” “Hold on, let me check.” The line is quiet and a minute later, the voice speaks. “Yes, sir, it is still being occupied. But our other rooms are available and of equal standard, if you would like to check in there.” He shakes his head,
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One week later, “Why am I hacking into their system again?” Rory asks Keenan with a curious tone of voice as he opens and accesses some information on the computer screen. Keenan, who realises Rory has accessed the bank security information, moves closer to him. “Because it’s one week and two days since Vary left and I have to find out where she is that way. I’ll be okay.” He answers with honesty in his voice. After Vary disappeared from the hospital a week ago and Keenan had no other choice but to try looking for her, the best way he can. He pays a visit to Alian, Vary’s good friend, but she told him she hadn’t seen Vary since the birthday party and Keenan went to meet with Levi, but he also said he hadn’t seen her, but would also be on the lookout for her. After a long unyielding search, Keenan returned home that day, and as he walks over to the
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Vary's consciousness a few days later and her blurry eyes open and as she searches around, she realises that she’s in a strange and empty room. Panic ceases her being as she struggles to move, but she’s is impaled to the bed. Her head is still fuzzy and her body is weak and she cannot do much but struggle to get free. The door opens, and she hears a footstep in the room. Coming close to her bedside, she continues to struggle to get free and run away, but just like it has been since she woke up, it is still impossible.The man is in a long white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and Vary knows he’s a doctor. He’s tall, probably around six feet, masculine and with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and thin lips. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, but he looks very fit for his age.“You are finally awake,” comes the cheerful voice of the doctor as he smiles down at her warmly.She is afraid as she star
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Tobi turns around to look at them and Varisha sees the devilish smile he always had, which she had always hated. “What is this?” Vary demands, her voice low and weary as she stares at Tobi in horror. There is fear and panic in her eyes and the last thing she wants right now is him anywhere near her or Keenan, but here he is, standing in her home. Keenan wraps his arms around her waist and she slowly looks up at him, wondering why on earth he would bring him to her? Why would he do this to her? Keenan is oblivious to what’s going on in her head, but he notices the tension that has built within her, and so he smiles. “I know you think what happened in the past is your fault, but your father is already past that and he has also forgiven you and only wishes you to forgive yourself.” A bitter taste grows in her mouth and she wonders what lie her father has fed to her husband. “Forgiven me?” Vary asks ridiculously, and squeaki
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“What happened, Keenan?” Rory asks, as he walks down to meet him in the waiting room. “Is Varisha okay? Where is she?” Keenan is pacing around aimlessly when he sees Rory close by. He goes over and wraps his arms around him in a tight hug. Rory puts his arms around Keenan for strength and support and pats his shoulder gently. Keenan pulls away and sits down and Rory bends down beside him, “You sounded so worried on the phone.” He begins, sounding concerned about his friend. More tears roll down Keenan’s eyes, and he buries his face in his hands. “Vary had an accident and the doctor told me I would have to choose because so far they can only save one. I told them to do all they can, but also to save my wife.” “What happened?” He asks, not expecting that. When Keenan called him and told him he was at the general hospital, Rory didn’t think it was a serious issue because Keenan said little, and now he understands why he is so torn
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“There she is!” Announces Patrick happily. I force myself to put on a smile, walking down to where he and Keenan are having a discussion. “I knew this day would surely come.” He tells Keenan with confidence. “Are we supposed to believe that, Dad?” Keenan asks, with a raised brow, clearly not believing in what his father just said. The old man shrug indifferently. “From the first day I saw the two of you together, I knew you were meant to be.” He points out in a convinced tone of voice, “although that was four years ago and you were still much in love with Taylor, I knew there was something about Vary that made her the ideal woman for you.” Keenan drinks a little from his glass of wine. “And you never told me any of that.” Keenan pointed out to him. “I knew it wouldn’t be clear, so I let fate lead both of you to your destiny.” The man just responds, still much convinced
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Five Months Earlier. Vary’s POV “I’m fine, Keenan, it’s bad you made me quit my job, but I’m not an invalid, I’m only pregnant” I lament as Keenan carries me in a bridal style up the stairs and into our bedroom and when he gets in, he walks to the bed and carefully lowers me down on it. He pecks my lips before sitting down and putting my legs in his lap and helping me pull off my shoes. “You are my responsibility because we are expecting our first baby.” He replies, massaging my feet and my eyes close slowly as I enjoy what he is doing. For the past two and half month Keenan has made it his duty and responsibility to treat me like a Regina (queen) as he’d call out when we argue. I can’t say I don’t love the affection and tenderness he’s showering on me. I’m just not happy when he does everything alone. “You know we still have six to seven and a half months till the delivery day. Think you can keep up?” I cock a bro
