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His Mail Order Bride 21. Jessica.
It is a Saturday morning and Emma and I were seated in the kitchen, each busy with whatever we saw fit. We had just concluded breakfast and I was busy washing up the plates while Emma was playing with her phone, earphones in her ears. Devon had woken up early as well but he was out for a run. Apparently, he resumes work much later during the weekend.I had managed to fall asleep after the little time I spent with Devon, this time without nightmares and it made me wonder what effect Devon was having on me. I couldn't stop thinking about it wondering if it was normal or not. Confused, I blamed it on the chocolate."Wow... The two of you do look good together." Emma mutters, distracting me from my thoughts."What?" I ask, turning to her as I clean my hands. She glances at me before stretching her phone toward me. Collecting the phone from. I stare at the picture she was showing me. It was a photograph of us together last night and just like Emma had said, we really did look good together
His Mail Order Bride 22. Jessica.
(Trigger warning⚠️⚠️: panic attack)I can feel my heart racing, my breaths coming too fast and shallow. Everything around me feels like it's closing in, suffocating me. The fluorescent lights overhead are blindingly bright, and the sound of water running is becoming overwhelming. I can feel sweat gathering on the back of my neck and the palms of my hands.My chest feels like it's going to explode, like my ribs are caving in and my lungs are constricting. I try to focus on breathing, but it feels like there's a heavy weight on my chest and I can't draw in enough air. My hands start shaking, and I feel dizzy and nauseous. My breaths are coming out in short gasps now, and my chest tightening. Desperate to get out of here, I ignore Devon and run to the back of the house, making it to the porch before my legs give way and I fall to the ground.I want to scream, but my voice is stuck in my throat. It feels like I'm drowning. And then it happens. The panic attack hits me like a ton of bricks
His Mail Order Bride 23. Devon.
(A month later)As the days go by, I find myself noticing more things about Jessica that I didn't see before. Observing just how emotionally closed off she was. She hardly ever talks and only spoke whenever spoken to. Her eyes seemed distant whenever she was lost in thought as if she was standing alone in some far-off place. And occasionally when she wasn't aware, I caught sadness in them. A sadness that she tries so hard to hide. She would smile whenever it was required, but it never reached her eyes. It was as if she was putting on a show, pretending to be ha ppy, when in reality, she was anything but. Her distance from me only grew worse after her panic attack. It was as if she was afraid to be vulnerable in front of me and afterward, she acted like the incident didn't even happen at all. Still, I couldn't help but think of how s he felt in my arms. She seemed so small and fragile, and yet so strong in her way. I wanted to keep her safe, to shield her from the world and all its d
His Mail Order Bride 24. Jessica.
The sun beats down on my skin as I make my way home with Sophie beside me, beads of sweat rolling down my neck into my clothes and my hair sticking to my back. The hot air is thick and oppressive and I'm struggling to breathe with my throat parched. I'm so exhausted."I'm hungry," Sophie mutters beside me and I look down at her. She's squinting up at me, a frown on her face. We hadn't eaten anything since yesterday except for the school's lunch which tasted terrible. It's only natural that she'll be hungry."Maybe there's food at home," I tell her, keeping my voice hopeful. She groans at the statement. That hasn't happened in a while. Letting out a sigh, we continue walking till we get to our house. That's when I hear it... Or better still, Sophie and I. My dad is yelling at Mom again, but this time Mom is yelling right back. There's a huge crashing sound and suddenly everywhere falls silent. My heart lurches in my chest and I start panicking. Without thinking, I run into the house,
His Mail Order Bride 25. Devon.
I'm still talking when I feel a weight settle on my shoulders. Stopping slightly, I turn around to see Jessica already asleep, her grip on the mug weakening. I take that from her, and her hands fall to the side and she snuggles even closer. As she slowly drifts off to sleep on my shoulder, I can't help but stare at her in amazement. Her face is soft and relaxed, her breathing steady and calm. The light from the moon casts a gentle glow on her skin, making her look even more beautiful than usual. The pounding in my heart intensifies.I can feel her weight against me, but it's a welcome sensation. It's as if she trusts me enough to let her guard down and surrender to slumber. I can't help but feel a wave of tenderness wash over me as I watch her sleep.As I stare at her, I notice things I may have missed before. The delicate curve of her lips, the way her eyelashes fan out against her cheek, the subtle rise and fall of her chest. It's as if I'm seeing her for the first time, and I'm fal
His Mail Order Bride 26. Jessica
After Devon returned to the table pissed, I leave to confront Evelyn about it. But I don't meet her directly, she sees me walking to the bathroom and follows after me. I ignore her, making sure to note that she is indeed following after me. I enter the ladies' restroom, walking straight to the mirror and checking the way I look. The door opens and Evelyn walks in right after, looking furious."Didn't I tell you to stay away from my husband?" I ask, not turning to face her. She freezes at the doorway, the look on her face is one of disdain. Then claps back almost immediately."Oh, shut up. We both know this isn't real and you sure as hell don't love him!" Sparing her a glance, I let out a scoff. I shrug, fluffing out my hair. "Wow, I'm offended. That you still think this way about me. Why though? Why do you think it's not real?" Her eyes narrow and she clenches her fists but doesn't say anything else."You know it isn't. Stop deceiving yourself. Sooner or later you're going to reveal j
His Mail Order Bride 27. Jessica.
Wait... What?Shocked, I stare at him, my heart pounding like a relentless drum. He takes a slight step back but his eyes never waver from mine. I swallow, getting lost in the honey-glazed eyes staring back at me. Unbiddenly, my gaze drops to his lips but I quickly take it away, refusing to be drawn to the allure of them.H-how is that even possible?" I stutter out and he groans, shrugging."It just has. This is why I've been avoiding you. I don't know why, I don't know how all I know is that this is how I feel and it is very uncomfortable... Excruciating even. Until I can figure out what to do about it, I'll be staying away from you." He states and I almost feel disappointed.With that, he pulls away from me and a strange feeling of emptiness overwhelms me. Almost like I didn't want him to leave. His hands reaches up, softly grazing his neck as he stares at me."Now that you know, can I leave for work?" He asks and I nod, feeling heat rise to my cheeks as I see the intense look in hi
His Mail Order Bride 28. Jessica.
"Jessica?" Devon calls out, snapping me out of my trance. I immediately push my gaze up to his face, ignoring the burn I feel on my cheeks. "What are you doing here?""U-um, I want to invite you for dinner. It's ready," I stutter out, feeling as breathless as a schoolgirl in a boy's room. I shouldn't be feeling like this. "I didn't hear your voice, so I came in. I should have known you were occupied. I'm sorry for intruding.""Oh, it's no big deal," he says, an easy smile on his face. "Let me just get dressed, and I'll be up in a minute." He answers. I let out a quick nod before turning on my heels and bolting out of his room, my heart pounding inside of me. The image of Devon's partly unclad body forever burned into my mind.Before I get to the table, however, I wipe all the traces of my flustered self and wear a composed look on my face. Devon joins us much later, dressed in a simple grey cardigan and a fitting glass. We say a quick prayer before digging into the food before us.As
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His Mail Order Bride Side story 11. Jessica.
I step onto the yacht, the salty breeze caressing my face and tousling my hair. The sun is beginning its descent over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the waters. It's a breathtaking sight, but what's even more astonishing is the scene before me. The deck is adorned with twinkling lights, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Soft music fills the air, creating an atmosphere of enchantment. But what truly captures my attention is the group of people gathered there, waiting for me.As I walk further into the yacht, my eyes meet Devon's, and a smile spreads across his face. He approaches me, his eyes filled with love and pride. In that moment, I feel a surge of overwhelming emotion. This man, my husband, has orchestrated this beautiful surprise to celebrate my acceptance into the University of San Francisco. I can't help but feel an immense sense of gratitude and love for him.I blink in surprise, my heart fluttering with a mixture of confusion and joy. Devon approaches
His Mail Order Bride Side story 10. Jessica
The hum of the engines fills the air as the private jet soars through the sky, carrying us back to San Francisco. I sit comfortably in the plush leather seat, gazing out of the window at the breathtaking view below. The sun casts a golden glow over the landscape, painting the world in hues of warmth and tranquility. After a splendid week of excitement and laughter, I'm glad to be finally back home.As I watch the clouds pass by, my mind drifts back to the short but delightful trip we just had in Italy. The memories flood my thoughts, each one a precious gem that I hold close to my heart. The ancient ruins, the charming streets, the mouthwatering cuisine - it was a whirlwind of experiences that left an indelible mark on my soul.I close my eyes, allowing the memories to wash over me like a gentle wave. I can still feel the warmth of the Italian sun on my skin, the taste of gelato lingering on my tongue. The laughter and joy we shared, the moments of quiet reflection - it was a journey
His Mail Order Bride Side story 9. Jessica.
After a few moments of blissful silence, Devon lays me down, gently pulling out of me. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I cling to him, breathing in his scent, his body heat filling me with warmth. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the only remnants of a passionate moment we've just shared. Our breathing has slowed, our entwined bodies a testament to the intimacy we've just experienced. In the hush of the post-ecstasy silence, we lie together, limbs tangled, hearts still racing with the echoes of our connection."Should we clean up?" He offers after a while. I shake my head, closing my eyes."Too tired." I mumble in a sleepy voice. "Okay," he whispers, his voice soft and gentle as he snuggle with me, shaking an arm around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. "How are you feeling though?" He adds, his voice gentle and full of concern. My fingers trace lazy patterns on Devon's chest, my touch gentle and affectionate. My head rests against his shoulder, and I can feel the steady
His Mail Order Bride Side story 8. Jessica.
"Kiss me, Devon." I order, my voice low. A crooked smile hits his lips before he lowers himself, pulling me closer as my lips meets his for a searing kiss. I close my eyes, my body growing warm as I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging his head lower. As our lips mold together, a rush of warmth spreads through my body, igniting a fire within me. Devon's hands slide down my back, pulling me even closer, intensifying the connection between us. The world around us fades away, leaving only the electric energy that crackles between our bodies.His lips move with a tantalizing rhythm, matching the beat of my racing heart. I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins, urging me to explore further. With a gentle tug, I guide Devon's head lower, deepening the kiss as our bodies press against each other.Lost in the moment, I become acutely aware of every sensation. The soft brush of his breath against my skin, the taste of his lips, and the way his fingers trace delicate patterns on m
His Mail Order Bride Side story 7. Devon.
We continue with our tour afterward, visiting various tourist hotspots before deciding to have lunch in the city. As we explore the coastal villages, Jessica and I indulge in the culinary delights of the region. We savor freshly caught seafood, perfectly cooked pasta dishes, and share bites of cannoli filled with sweet ricotta cream. I can't help but admire the way Jessica's eyes light up with each new flavor, her appreciation for the local cuisine adding to the joy of our journey."This is so good," Jessica mumbles as she takes a bite of a freshly made Italian pizza, rolling her eyes. Passing it to me, she smiles, her eyes glinting. "Here, you should try it," she urges. Gazing at the outstretched pizza slice in her hands, I shake my head, a corner of my lips quirking up.Smiling, I take a bite from her outstretched piece, licking up the sauce that has run down her hands. Chewing it and gobbling it down, I finish the whole piece and lick her fingers clean. She grimaces at the sight."
His Mail Order Bride Side story 6. Devon.
The morning sun peeks through the sheer curtains of our Italian hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the ivory sheets that cradle my wife's slumbering form. The room is bathed in a tranquil silence, a stark contrast to the passionate symphony that played out here just hours ago. Rubbing my eyes open, I reach for my glasses and put them on, watching as my gaze clears up before turning back to the sleeping woman beside me.I can't help but smile as I lay there, propped up on my elbow, and watch her sleep. Jessica's chestnut hair spills across the pillow, framing her delicate face like a cascade of silk. Her lips, now gently parted in the peaceful surrender of sleep, still carry the rosy flush of our shared passion. My gaze trails down to her half-exposed breasts and waist, all bearing marks of my possession, adorn her skin like love notes written in the language of desire.A sense of possessiveness washes over me as I trace the path my fingers took last night, over the curve of
His Mail Order Bride Side story 5. Jessica.
Nodding once, he pushes me closer, capturing my lips with his, his lips firm yet petal soft against mine and I surrender, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I wind my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Nipping at my bottom lip, he sucks on her before pulling away to stare at me with dark eyes, my heart pounding. Then, leans in to kiss me even more ferociously.The taste of his lips is intoxicating, I practically melt against him. I have waited so long to feel it again. Devon kisses me like a starving man, while his fingers trace a gentle path down my back, sending shivers in their wake. His embrace tightens on me, drawing me even closer. he pulls away to stare at me, his breathing heavy."This is better now?" He asks, caressing my cheeks with his knuckles, brushing my hair away from my face. I shake my head, a playful smile adorning my lips."Not really." I mutter and a corner of his lips turn up but doesn't form a smile as his hands reach for the towel, pulling it free. He watche
His Mail Order Bride Side story 4. Jessica.
The group of women gently guide me to a plush chair, and I take a seat, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. They huddle together, speaking in hushed tones as they assess me, making me feel like the subject of their scrutiny."She'll definitely need a full-body massage," one of them suggests, her finger pointing towards me as if marking areas of concern. "We have to revitalize that skin. Then, a fresh haircut, and of course, finding the perfect dress."The room buzzes with a sense of urgency, and one of them remarks about the time. "This is going to take hours, and the party is tonight."Olivia, the woman in charge, claps her hands with determination. "That's why we start now, ladies. We have work to do! Let's get to it."And so, my transformation begins. I spend the entire day at the beauty place, surrendering myself to the capable hands of these experts. First, they treat me to a luxurious full-body massage, kneading away any lingering tension and leaving me fee
