Farrell:When I walked downstairs, I saw Courtney pacing around with her hands cupped in a fist. The moment she locked eyes with me she began to walk outside to the small passage before the front door. I could tell she was angry, but did she expect me to disrespect my wife?"Courtney!" I called out, but she didn't look back at me. She marched over to the Bentley which was parked very close to the water fountain in the middle of the compound then she pulled it open and got in.Here we go again, I muttered, heaving a huge sigh of regret.Walking up to the car, I pulled the door open and got in. Shutting the door, I looked over at Courtney who had her hands crossed to her chest."Courtney," I called out but she ignored me.I took a deep breath, then I reached out for her arms and slapped mine off. Taking a deep breath, I tried to stop myself from getting angry. I was determined not to have an outburst."I honestly do not know what you expected me to do. Molly needs special care and she
Farrell:Courtney's words made me weak in the knees. She had to be joking, because what was I to do with that? Was she trying to manipulate me?"What are you saying Courtney?" I asked, letting go of her arm.I didn't know what to feel at the moment. There was a surge of emotions, and I couldn't depict if I was angry or annoyed. She was about to venture into something that would severe our relationship, and I needed her as much as I needed Molly. She is my sister, and it had to remain that way."I do not expect you to jump up and commend me for confessing my feelings for you. I just couldn't keep shut any longer, and I understand if you do not feel the same for me," she said in a low tone.She must be fucking joking? Because this sounded like a full on manipulation. She was trying to use the fact that I had a soft spot for her and the fact that my mental health depended on her judgements. She was the only one that had been able to keep me down for long."Are you doing this on purpose?"
Molly:My birthday was around the corner. I was going to be twenty three in a few days and my legs still hurt, I could barely even move around. Not like I expected to be healed immediately, because the incident just occured yesterday, but I imagined not being able to dress pretty on my special day."Good morning, my Kitten," Farrell's husky tone came at me, and I snapped out of my reverie.I turned to face him and he had a smile planted on his lips. He kissed me briefly on the neck before he started planting kisses on my neck."It sucks that I can't walk," I said, sighing deeply.He stopped kissing me and he looked at me with a smirk."I have hands, and you'll be my passenger princess for today," he said.I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at him because I feared what he would do. His temper was very quick— it switched from sunny to cloudy faster than a lightening bolt. "I want you, but I fear I'll hurt your feet more," he said, running his hands from my neck, through my cleavages
Molly:I gaped at him, and then his eyes drifted to the glove compartment. He pulled it open, and took out a pack of cigars."There it is," he said, and then he left with it.The moment he left, I began to question myself. Was he playing dumb or he just chose to ignore me? I became unsteady, and I poked my head out of the window. Then I saw him standing with a group of people. He looked really happy taking puffs from his stick of cigar. They were discussing something I didn't care about. Well they spoke in Italian and I barely understood them.I stared too long until I caught the attention of one of the men."Your wife?" He asked, and Farrell gave him a half smile."She is a pretty one," he said, winking at me and Farrell's countenance changed immediately.He took out his cigar from his mouth, and pressed it on the man's breast pocket creating a hole on the suit jacket. "Hey! You can't do that!" The man yelled."I just did, and this meeting is over. Get me my goods, and I'll be on my
Molly:"We need to get you some contraceptives," Farrell said to me when we were done.This was the second time he was finishing inside me, and it really felt great. But I didn't like the thought of having contraceptives. I have heard terrible stories about it. I didn't want to get bloated contsntly or even have other worse effects like putting on a lot of weight."Don't you think contraceptives have terrible effects and..""It's either that or you want to raise a baby. I do not want that. I do not want anything to come in between us," he said, running his thumb on my lip.Was he seriously going to be jealous of a child if he or she did eventually come?He carried me up once more."I should get you home so that you can get properly rested," he said to me.Then he carried me down to the car. As soon as we got into the car, his phone began to ring again. He pulled open the glove compartment and took it out. My eyes skillfully glanced to know the caller before it was out of sight, and j
Molly:Farrell acted like he had no clue about my birthday. He questioned me about a lot of things when we got married but he had said a word and it was in two days time.I could walk on my leg with very little pain, and Paula had been hung in guilt ever since. Plus Farrell limited the way we talked. He barely allowed her breathe near me."Paula isn't someone you casually deal with," he said most times when I demanded to see her. It was like I was five and he was my parent ditacting who and who I could be friends with.I was having a breakfast of french toast, and Farrell made it downstairs in time. He was putting on a black suit, and he had his shades in his hand. His hair was recently cut which gave him a more youthful look. In conclusion he looked as beautiful as ever.kissed me on the head, and attempted to walk away. Then I looked at him with my hands crossed."Seriously Farrell?" I asked with creased brows, and my hands crossed to my chest. Then he turned around to look at me. H
Molly:I spent my whole day doing nothing but eating and reading like I always do. Paula left to hang out with her friends but I wasn't in the mood to join because I thought deeply of Kate. I called her several times but her number was out of reach.My heart was unrest because I couldn't imagine something terrible happening to her. I was on the balcony in my room watching the beautiful sunset which hung above the hill in front. The weather too was cool, and the sensation of the air hitting my skin made me want to stay more."Hey, I got you something and I gave Lionel your number because he wouldn't stop disturbing me," Paula said, and I averted my gaze.She was standing in my room with a box of pizza in her hand. I stood up and walked into the room, then I took what she had from her."Thank you," I muttered."Awwn, cheer up. You look like a gloomy widow,"she said and I chuckled.I was, but I wasn't widowed to my husband. My best friend was the problem."I'm trying to but this party wou
Molly:I went back to the room, took a shower and changed into something sexy just for Farrell. I was going to take Kate's advice because she was never wrong.When I was done, I put on a robe and walked to the study which was on the same floor as Kate's room. I had only been there once because my books were stationed in my room. The study was only for Farrell.I leaned forward on the door to know if I could hear him, but I didn't. I pulled the door open immediately, and I walked into the large study with a lot of shelves.Shutting the door, I made my way through the aisles until I spotted Farrell seated on a desk, scribbling something. A smile crept up my lips, and I made my way to his desk.He looked up at me when I was closeby, then he dropped his pen and focused his gaze on me."Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked, and I chuckled, sitting on the table."Okay," he said, raising a brow.He took his pen and continued writing then I looked at him biting my lips. He had shorts on and his