Sedar rolled over, stirring in his sleep, slowly jerking his weary eyelids open to find a naked woman with long, raven black hair, sprawled across his bed next to him. He drew her naked figure flush against his body, burying his morning wood into her voluptuous ass cheeks. Sliding his hands down her body, he began caressing the soft mould between her thighs, with curious fingers and a lopsided smirk on his beautiful face. She moaned, reacting to his touch and wriggled against him, muttering incoherently. He chuckled, enjoying the effect he bestowed upon her as she continued to sleep. Mercedes bit her lower lip, wishing her fantasy lover would speak to her, telling her how bad she was, whispering in her ear about all the naughty things he wanted to do to her body and how much he needed her. She welcomed her wet dreams with open arms, putting her nightmares on hold as she struck it rich in the fantasy world. As
Sedar caught her just before her body collided with the floor, he picked her up bridal style and laid her on the bed as gently as he could. Gazing down at her, he ran a hand through his hair, sighing. That undoubtedly didn't go the way he wanted it to. "Gods!" He sighed, scratching the back of his neck with frustration. He stared down at her, taking in her elegant figure, she reminded him of his anne(mother) and had to rapidly blink her image out of sight. A surge of possessiveness crashed into him like a tidal wave, causing his hands to form defensive fists. She emerged feelings that we're very foreign to him to feel in a situation where his anne (mother) wasn't involved. Leaning forward he brushed her hair away from her face, covering her with a blanket and left the room to let her rest in peace. Mercedes stirred, submerging from the darkness that refused to hold her captive. She sat upright,
Two Years Earlier... "Crap.." Mercedes blew out. Large droplets of water fell from the sky as it beat down on her car. The clouds soon darkened, obstructing the sun's rays from reaching the horizon. The squeaky sound of her windshield wipers echoed horribly in her ears as condensation gradually coated her windscreen. She lowered her headlights and narrowed her eyes, attempting to see through her fogged windshield. She quickly looked away from the road as she struggled to switch on the air conditioner. When she raised her eyes. She screamed, slamming on her brakes and collided with the vehicle in front of her. "No..no, no, no, no, ..." She chanted as she quickly stepped out of her car to assess the damage she caused. "Bok!" (Shit) Sedar cursed as the SUV jerked forward. He shifted in his seat, enthralled by the idiot who had hit into the back of the car he w
Present Day... Forty-Seven Hours After Their Conversation.... "How much Ezekiel?" Cedes sat on the sofa watching him pace up and down in the living room. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees as she bounced them up and down. She came across a foreclosure letter this morning that she found hidden inside his favourite book on the coffee table. She confronted him an hour ago over breakfast and wouldn't take the poor excuse he gave her as a proper explanation. "Three hundred thousand." He stopped and looked at her. "How, how did you get so behind in the payments?" She asked him, shocked. Ezekiel Williams is the detective that handled her parents' case. 'A crime of passion' that put her in foster care for eight years. He was her guardian angel who came to her rescue when she found herself in deep trouble. He took her in, put her through school, and gave her a third chance at life. She owed him her life and loved him like an older brother. She had planned on confidi
They sat in the living room, each staring at the other. Cedes looked at her husband with daggers in her eyes, and Sedar scowled at Ezekiel as Ezekiel waited for one of them to at least give him an answer. The atmosphere was sickeningly tense. "Well?" Ezekiel was the first to break the silence that drifted between them. He felt torn as he gazed at Cedes, his hand brushing across his face. "You are married?" He said through gritted teeth, shaking his head with disappointment. She shot Sedar a nasty look when she saw that he was staring at her, and then she flipped him the bird and began watching Ezekiel again. "I was going to tell you about it. And then I discovered the letter. It just didn't seem as though it was all that important anymore." She spoke with shame-coating her words "Doesn't explain. Why you're suddenly married, kid." "I.. I LOVE HIM!!...." She spluttered out, her gaze fixed on Sedar.
Thirty-Eight Hours Later.... Sedar gawked at his wife, who was seated across from him at the dinner table. He had given her thirty hours to organise her affairs and return to him. He compelled the need to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. After that little stunt he pulled by kissing her on the lips, he thought for sure that she wouldn't show up. He still questions himself about what brought the urge on for him to do it. 'I had to seal our deal with a kiss by claiming those deep red lips of hers.' He thought to himself... 'Evet, (yes) and in exchange, she slapped you, leaving her handprint on your face for hours on end, reminding you to maintain your distance.' He was mocked by his inner god. Either way, she's here and they had a lot to talk about before they fly back to his homeland first thing in the morning. "Our flight is scheduled for Eight o'clock in the morning." He started.
"Open the door, Askim!" (My love!) He barged into the room, discovering she had locked herself in the ensuite. He struck it with his hand. "Piss off!" She addressed him. "Do you have any idea how much the shirt you just ruined cost me?" He grounded out and banged on the door once more. "Do you honestly believe I give a shite about the price of your shirt?" She scoffed incredulously. "It cost me $1300." He lectured her directly. She laughed, which conjured a deep growl from him. "It's not my fault that you have more money than brains! Who would spend $1300 on a white shirt? Was it soaked in a diamond-encrusted tub!" She laughed hysterically, which greatly irritated him further. "By the way, since I don't intend on leaving here until you do, you might as well piss off!" "You are a pain in my, eşek (ass) you know that?! You had better be worth every cent I've spent on you." He yelled out, slamming his hand against the door o
Sedar cast a sidelong glance at his wife as they stood at the top of the staircase, facing the influx of paparazzi forming in front of them, armed with cameras and microphones, eager to obtain the full story of his secret love affair, which resulted in him eloping in a foreign country without family present. She bit her lip as she stared out into the open, looking like a scared kitten. He watched as her chest rose and fell, and he took her hand in his. Bringing it up to his mouth, he brushed his lips along her knuckles. She gasped with wide eyes, fighting the urge to pull away from him. "It's showtime, Askim." (My love) He whispered, his words masked by the kiss he gently placed on her feverish skin. She nodded her head, transforming herself from a fearful kitten to a woman who exudes confidence and appears to be exactly where she belongs, by his side, as his wife. They began descending the staircase slowly, creating the illusion of a happ