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Devon was hurting on many levels about his wife. Thoughts about whether she had been affected mentally, physically, and possibly sexually by her carjacker or abductor played with his emotional state. He entertained several scenarios of how he would kill that animal who put his hands on his wife. Even though the doctors said that she wasn't raped, it doesn't mean any sexual abuse didn't occur. Whoever kidnapped her, he still had his hands on my wife! Devon became filled with anger! He looked at the clock; it was time to go. He had been watching the person he thought might be Zari’s abductor. Devon always had a temper and did whatever came to his mind. He knew the man's routine and what time the guy left his house and would return home. So, he got in his car and drove around the neighborhood, buying time and waiting for him to pull up in his Lamborghini. Devon Park was a block away and sat in his car. Pulse racing, heart filled with fury! He suspected this was the man that did this to Z
Thank you for marrying me, even though you can't remember, and for giving me this incredible gift night to sit here with you this way." Devon softly smiles as he takes his long body, stretching out into a semi-laying position as he lies there gazing at her sultrily. The flow of compliments from this masculine man, accompanied by his sexy eyes, piercing through her very soul, caused Zari's body to feel a searing heat straight to her center she had never once felt with D.O. She picked up her glass of wine, and began drinking it. Hoping the alcohol would cool her down. Devon sat there examining her beautiful face in silence, even though his eyes spoke clearly to her mind, body, and heart. It was killing him not to lean over and kiss those gorgeous succulent lips. Devon decided this was not the moment to declare and release his feelings. Even though his body ached desperately to hold her as a cascade of physical and emotional sensations, he had to let them subside. Zari saw the look
When his first finger slides with her tight body, she almost comes up off the bed. I feel her gripping my finger, and he slowly slides it in and out, caressing her unhurriedly and tenderly. When he knows she's ready, he adds a second. Devon's hands are big, which makes two fingers more than satisfactory for the woman he's pleasuring. He picks up the pace as he lets her body, moans of pleasure, guide him. Using his other hand, he spread it open wide on her lower stomach, holding her hostage against the oncoming storm. He lowers his mouth and sucks within her lips when he has her firmly in place. The sensations cause her to come with force against his mouth and on his hand. Her wetness surrounds him, the sounds of her release filling the room, driving him wilder than ever before. As she slowly comes down from the clouds. He stands up before her. His eyes hold her captive, and he quickly removes his boots, socks, pants, and boxers until he's standing before her with nothing but a smile.
"You didn't forget about our breakfast plans this morning?" I wiped my face trying to clear my rogue thoughts. "No, I haven't forgotten." "You got one hour to get ready. I'm a growing boy. I need to eat breakfast." He says, tapping me on the nose before he walks away. When Devon turned, he presented an impressive view of his muscular and tight backside. I was completely flustered now and weak at the knees, it had been too long, or this was not the Devon I remembered, especially his disposition. "Whew! What a way to start a morning. Today is going to be an interesting day. I can't wait to see what the conversation will be like or how it will turn out." I stood there thinking as I leaned against the door, partially smiling. I couldn't help but smile and roll my eyes at the same time at how my heart was beating. For the first time since leaving the hospital, I smiled as I dressed. But I kept reminding myself not to get swayed so easily. I needed to contain my emotion and wait. **
"So, where are we going now?" I asked Devon as he drove off. "I know you think I forgot all your pleasure spots and points.” “No, after last night, I know you haven’t forgotten.” “Are you flirting with me, little lady? If I don't do this one thing, you will be upset." "What on earth on you talking about now? Are you sure you are describing the right person? I'm not that young lady in those wedding photos who was easily impressed. So whatever you think you still know about me, I could have changed." "I don't think so..." Devon teased. "You change this one thing I'm talking about? I don't think so. That's unlikely." Devon says, looking over at me as he's driving. "No, when I think about it. I've changed. I probably like doing this more now than I did back then." He said, winking at me. I squinted at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about now. "I love it when I have you all worked up and confused, in a good way. Especially with that look on your face. Listen carefully
We entered this very upscale nightclub of famous and elite business people. Once we were seated, we made small talk, and before I knew it, I finished my second strawberry delight and rum frozen drink. I felt good, perfect. I slid from my chair, tugged on my thigh-length dress, and took Devon by the hand. Then, moving with precise steps in my Navy blue stilettos, Devon followed me to the dance floor. "So you do know me after all!" I said, looking back at him over my shoulder and grinning happily. I didn't recognize the song, but it had a beat that wouldn't quit! The club sat at the edge of our city, surrounded by a spectacular view. The exclusive nightspot tucked away in this private part of town is owned by someone Devon knew that is famous. It dished out music that drew the tourist who wanted to socialize, enjoy the upbeat sounds and dance the night away. Whirling strobe lights give me fractured glimpses of Devon, who I guided into the gyrating crowd. When we started dancing, Devon
I It has been almost three months now, and my memories of my marriage and life with Devon have not returned. True to his word ever since he's asked to date me. We have been spending time together, he has taken me to the movies and out to dinner several times, and we have gone for walks, and I've even joined him at the gym. We have had many waves of laughter, and it's almost like I'm reading a good romance novel, and I am the leading lady in it. I must admit I'm starting to develop feelings for him. He's nothing like the man I saw so vividly in my brain. Last night in the wee hours, something came to my mind, and I can't figure out if it was a bad dream or reality. But I recalled hiding in a closet. I remember the feeling of being terrified and asking someone for help! When I woke up, hop out of bed and went to look at the closet in the bedroom, and it wasn't this closet. I immediately went looked at the photo album to see if something would come to mind. I see these pictures of me
Once they got on the plane Zari slept most of the way there. Devon took advantage of the flight by doing some work. When they arrived at their destination he woke Zari up. "Sweetie we're here." The sun over the beach today was bright with a light breeze coming off the ocean. The drive was filled with laughter. The atmosphere was filled with a saucy combination of romance and excitement. When they got out of the rental car, Devon took the hand of Zari as she smiled at him. He was so happy she was comfortable enough to aloud him to hold her hand. They walked to a good spot on the grass and laid out their beach towels. There were only a few people out this early in the morning. "We will go to the beach as it warms up some if that's okay with you?" "That's sounds great. This place is so beautiful." Devon becomes spellbound as her thick shiny black hair falls away from her beautiful face while her eyes are still closed. Devon's gaze drank her splendor down like a fine wine. She notice
“Devon what should I do?” She asked after muting the call. “Take the call.” Devon poured himself a cup of coffee.. He could see Zari was deep in thought. So he took a seat at the table. She looked at him. Her body heaved, again and again. It was time to purge. Zari told Devon. “I agree we can’t keep ignoring his phone calls.” “Yes, so you should tell him goodbye so we can move on with our life." Devon hugged her, and her stomach finally settled. Now she could finally put it all to rest finally. “Hello Evan. Please listen to me first. I'm so sorry, I had no idea not responding to your call for these months would bring you here. I am the biggest procrastinator there is. I'm the type if something is happening today or a problem arises. I tell myself that I will worry about tomorrow. It's the way I have coped with issues by telling myself to deal with them tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, I face something new and have forgotten all about yesterday's concerns. But now that I'm appl
Zari remembers Devon, not from her past and she doesn't recall the vows from the past. The tragic kidnapping and accident have erased pieces of Zari's memory, including the recollection of her first wedding. The memory from photographs, pictures that capture the passion between them on that particular day, is her only memory in pictures. But she can't forget her loving husband, Devon she has now. After making court appearances, his brother's lawyer, in the end, pleaded insanity. Evan was going away to a mental institution where hopefully, he'll get the help he needs. Since his health didn't permit it, Devon's father had to humble himself and ask his oldest son to take over the family business entirely. Devon encourages his father to trust his sister Mina, who can manage the family business more successfully than he could ever. Once the dust settled, the reality of the problems of the Hightower family hit home. It was now time for Devon and Zari to concentrate on their life. Zari d
After telling Devon what happened to her, Zari could see that Devon was beyond angry. “Devon, I don’t want to share anymore. All you need to know, baby, is that I fought and fought to keep him from taking me until he put that towel over my nose and forced me into the back seat of his car. "Do you remember the make and model of the car Zari?" Devon anxiously asks. I think so, but I only remember the color, nothing much else, because before I passed out, he covered me with a blanket, and I quickly lost consciousness. Upon waking, I felt drugged and limp; my hands and feet were bound, and once inside his house, I was forced into the shower to shave. "Shave?" "Please don't make me share details." Devon nodded, "Tell me." Zari continued. "The man led me across the hall into a room; I tried to get away many times. That's when he handcuffs and leaves me alone for I don't know how long. Until I was dying of thirst and starving for food, and that was the beginning of my nightmare and
Zari finally awakened and she wasn't sure about anything. She just wasn't sure of much anymore only that she was unhappy and then suddenly happy. Being that the caretaker dropped the dose of meds, she was giving Zari. She began to cry a lot. She cried when it rained. She cried at the sound of gloomy music on the tv and radio.She cried over the fact that she cried and she cried because things lacked substance. Zari felt as if she was moving in slow motion, swimming through a sea of shadows. Then she said, “What an awful Metaphor,” she thought, and then she laughed asking herself, “What is a metaphor? How did I know that word?”Even though she didn't know what the word meant anymore, she had the feeling she'd known it, once before. She'd known a lot of things. Then again, maybe not. Something was wrong with her. Wrong, she thought.He told her the doctors said she was ill. Not that she recalls seeing a doctor. He told her that she had additional problems. “Your memory was failing her.
He stared at those pink panties she wore. His hand lingered over her center as if too excited to touch it. His eyes cascaded down her thighs to her legs. He realized she still had on her shoes. He hurried to the foot of the bed. “I'm sorry, that should have been the first thing I removed. Please forgive me, dear.” He said, looking up at her face and chuckling. Once he removed her shoes from her feet. He climbed back into bed, smiling non-stop. He wanted her; she was almost too precious to touch. But his twisted mind convinces him to make her his bride and wife. And he felt the only way is to have intercourse with her. That way, she will become his, and he would be able to wipe away the grime she's been living with all this time. "She will be all mine," He repeated breathlessly in heat. The sound of labored breathing, the crescendo of gasps and moans escaped his throat as he removed her bra and panties. His right hand cupped her breast while the other rubbed her mound. Zari lay th
She felt someone grab her from behind. She tried to scream as the white cloth was placed over her mouth. He held it there until she stopped moving and completely collapsed in his arms. He knew he had to avoid the cameras. The only one he saw was the one across the street. He maneuvered around the building getting behind the camera. He opens up his car door and puts her in the back seat. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Why didn't she just listen?” He got in the car and drove off. As Zari lay there on the backseat, knocked unconscious. He was rambling as if she could hear him. “Why didn't you listen?” He asked as he let out a sigh. “You heard everything I told you, and you know I was right about that punk Devon the first time. He shook his head, his lips trembling. “I don't get you, Zari. After all the abuse you've gone through, I'm here to protect you, and you don't want it.” He was coming in and out of insanity and sanity. “What did you say?” He looked back to the backseat
Instead of moving on and forgetting the past, he was trying to help her gain her memory even now after all this time. He seemed absorbed with the past and what had happened to the woman she was before. Zari has constantly questioned why her brain has chosen to erase or lock away her memory of her past life with Devon and their excellent beginning. She couldn't understand why something so good, so precious, she couldn't recall it. It was so aggravating. All she wants to clearly remember and cherish is the things they have experienced in the past six months. And to add, she is finally going to the Hightowers for dinner for the first time in their three-year marriage. ***** According to the Doctor, Zari's memory of time and events was returning. Sometimes when a patient's memory returns to them, they feel like they are reliving that moment. Devon was encouraged to give her time to go through the episode; once she has calmed down, she may be ready to reveal where she's in her memories.
She stormed out of the living room. Zari was determined to let him speak first. No more filling in the silences for him. No more assuming his quiet meant, "I love you, let's stay married even though I'm indebted to Susie." So she left him standing there as she slammed the door to her room. Devon plopped down on the sofa. He had to consider long and hard all that was said. Devon was shocked. He had thought all was well between the two of them now. "How did I not realize how bad this had hurt her? I must figure out how to return to Zari's good graces and life and tell her I'm not going anywhere. I thought the planning of the vow recital showed I was serious." Devon had been so distracted with trying to please Susie and keep his sanity, thinking only of the promise he had made to Susie, but sadly he never managed to keep in mind the vows he had made to Zari and how she must have felt all this time. Until recently, he'd finally dared to start doing it another way around. From now on, Za
"I've asked you this once and will ask you again. Are you pregnant or something for Devon? I don't understand why you can't let a man who has disrespected you this way go?" "No, I'm not pregnant, for my husband and I take my marriage vows seriously. However, Mike, I believe we make mistakes, and if we are repented, then they deserve a second chance," she said honestly. "So you're going back to him? I thought when you left with me tonight. You have made your decision." Mike's emotions caught in his throat slightly. "I don't know the full workings of the human heart… maybe I'll understand one day. But I do know how I feel about him, and I still get angry at him, but I know how I feel about my husband." "I'm still not following," Mike said quietly. "Even though our relationship is in question, I knew I loved him before I married him. We've been together off and on for three years. And what I have for you is love, but falling in love with you that hasn't happened. There's an attractio