3~Zachary

I twisted the knob on the door that led to my office and halted as I spotted a familiar figure seated in the room.

"Dad."

"Hello son." He smiled at me, I didn't return it.

"What are you doing here so early?" I asked, walking over to my desk.

He shrugged, "Well your mother wanted me to come see you and I couldn't say no."

"Thanks for checking on me. I'm fine, thank you." I said.

"You didn't ask how we're doing." He said.

"I'm sure you're fine."

"How's Hannah?"

I paused my movements and looked up at him, "If you want to know how Hannah is doing, I suggest you ask her."

"She's-"

"I know she went over to yours and probably shed crocodile tears to make you pity her. I suggest that you stop getting her hopes up and allow her file for a divorce."

"Why haven't you filed for it?" He threw the question at me.

"That's because she wouldn't leave me alone until she's fed up and she'll definitely take this to court. I don't need any of that drama." I weakly explained.

"Or maybe you still want to stay married. If you actually hate her as much as you say, you wouldn't mind battling it out in court." He countered my words.

That wasn't true.

"No that's not-"

"You like the feeling of being superior, Zachary. I know, I'm your father." He pinned me with his gaze.

"If you really want her out of your life, you'll let her go and stop making her feel like trash. Don't play with her mental health."

The way my parents always defended her for some reason. They forced me into marrying her and now they wanted to cajole me into loving her. How ridiculous could this be?

"She chose to be played with. She knew from the onset that this marriage would never work and she bullheadedly got into it!" I growled.

"She had to merge her father's company with ours." He pointed out.

"So you admit to putting her in this situation then."

"Excuse me?" He seemed taken aback.

"It was your idea to merge companies and of course seal the deal by getting married. You added that condition on purpose." I argued.

"Our families agreed to it." He said with a tired sigh.

"Not caring about either of us. How selfish does that sound?"

I wondered if they ever heard themselves whenever we spoke about this.

"I was willing to condemn that clause before Carrie-"

"Don't mention her name!" I flared up before I could stop myself. He knew I hated the awful reminder and he still went ahead and called her. How could he?

"Son I'm sorry-"

I raised my palm, "Dad, with all due respect," I swallowed. "I need you to leave my office, please."

He solemnly nodded and backed out of the office still with his apologetic gaze locked on me.

As expected, my entire day had been ruined. I couldn't wait for work hours to end so I could go drink my pain away.

~~~

I got home pretty earlier than usual. I was a little tipsy.

"Hey, how was your day? I made you dinner. It's your fave." She was grinning from ear to ear. What was making her so excited?

"I'm not hungry." I tried brushing past her but she held my arm.

"Zach, listen. I know you haven't eaten all day and if you're expecting Malia to make you something, just know that I sent her home early."

"I'd rather starve than eat anything you make." I spat.

She sucked in a sharp breath.

"What did I ever do to you?"

"You agreed to marry me that's what."

"I didn't force you to say your vows on that altar."

"Well you made my parents force me into it."

"You sound like a child. If you didn't want to be with me, you shouldn't have showed up!"

"File a divorce and let this headache of yours be gone." I staggered a little bit as I said that.

"Have you been drinking?"

I did not respond. Then she reached for my face and I stepped back so quickly, it must have seemed like her touch would burn me.

"I care about you Zach and I really want this to work. I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I didn't feel something. Please tell me you feel it too." Her voice broke.

I stared at her for a few seconds. I had never stared at her up close for so long. Her long lashes and large doe eyes that gave off so much innocence and sexiness all at once. Then those pouty red lips that I could barely remember pressing my lips on at the wedding. Her milky chocolate skin so smooth my hands twitched to feel it.

"What do you want from me?" My voice had lowered into a rasp.

"I want you to love me,"

I took a step back, shaking my head. That was not going to be possible. I couldn't betray...

"Just for tonight." She said. "Just pretend that you love me this once, that's all I'm-"

I caught her lips with mine before she could complete her statement. Her warmth and softness engulfed me in that moment. I kissed her like my life depended on it and she returned the energy.

I plunged my tongue into her mouth, she tasted of berries, I wanted to drink all that in. My hands roamed her little body covered up by an oversized t-shirt and with my lips still locked on hers, I lifted her off the ground and had her legs wrapped around me.

I turned and made the walk towards the stairs, pinning her on the wall of a few seconds to suck on her neck while she moaned my name continuously. I picked her up again and climbed the stairs and made my way to the one place she hadn't been in since we got married - my bedroom.

I made her stand as soon as we got in. My lips left hers and she moaned in protest. I had other plans. Slowly, I slid my hands inside her top and realized that she was bare and ready for this. Perfect.

I led her to my bed and had her lay down while I took my clothes off. Left in my shorts, I towered over her petite form while her eyes roamed over my half naked self.

"Take it off." I said in a husky whisper, gesturing at the shirt.

With her eyes locked on mine for the most part, she slowly took it off and threw it at me. I smirked. Her bare body was doing things to me and she had better pray she would be able to walk in the morning by the time I would be done with her.

I got into the bed and locked my lips on hers while my fingers dug into her. She gasped. I left her lips and soon went for her hardened nipples.

"Zach!" She cried out when I pumped my fingers inside her while my tongue continued to tease her nipples. Her pants had become irregular when I pulled my fingers out and slid my cock into her and wrapped her legs around my hips as I moved in a steady rhythm.

It's a good thing she had the workers go home early cause her moans were loud. Really loud.

She had a shattering orgasm before I was even halfway close to cumming. And this was just the first round.

Hannah pulled my neck closer to hers in the middle of a thrust. I stopped.

"I want it slower." She panted in my ears. "I want this moment to last."

I wordlessly nodded. If for just one night, I could make her feel better about us and forget that I did not actually love her, I would do just that.

I leaned closer and showered kisses all over her face and neck, intertwining my fingers with hers as I thrusted her slowly and deeply.

She held on to me tightly and I moaned out Carrie's name before I could stop myself while I cummed.

Things turned awkward after that, I couldn't find the will to go into her again after pulling out. I just wanted to sleep. Seemed like she felt the change of energy. She probably thought it was post-nut clarity.

I got off her and laid on my back. I stared at the ceiling for a while before glancing at her. She had covered up with the blanket and was staring into space just like me.

For some reason, I felt bad for her. She did not deserve to be with someone like me. I was a messed up individual who couldn't put my life together after a tragic incident and she had to marry me because she wanted to save her father's company. She was innocent and I made her feel all the guilt that was meant for my parents and I.

I pulled her closer to me. I could tell it startled her. And when she looked at me with questioning eyes, I said;

"Just for tonight remember? The night isn't over yet." I kissed and caressed her once again cause I knew this would never repeat itself. So she could at least enjoy the moment while it lasted.

Or so I thought...