RubyThe rays of the sun hit through the window pane. How I love the sight of it, especially with the children around me. It gives me hope, makes me forget that I have a life outside the orphanage, it helps me discard the memory of running away from the being married.I engage the children with games and help out with painting of papers.“Mama.” Elvin cries for help, obviously frustrated about the blocks not forming a heap.I stretch my hands to him and fix it up.“Thank you, ma.” A smile engulfs his teary and tired face.I rub his head playfully and turn to the children painting the rainbows.I raise up my head and a wave of surprise and concern hits me as Julia approaches me with a coldness in her expression. This is unlike the warm and welcoming Julia I know.“Hey, Julia.” I smile, hoping her countenance would change.She clears her throat in a disturbing way.“What is the problem?” It is unlike her to act this way.She hesitates for a while. “Your father is waiting outside.”Her w
ArcherI tried to convince myself that my steadily tapping feet were not an indication of my excitement at her return. Yes, I was angry, furious even, but also relieved.I glance at my watch again.“Why isn’t she here yet?” I mutter irritably.Her sister said she’d be here an hour ago.I stand from the couch, pacing around, then sit down at the thought of her walking in and seeing that I was not totally aloof to her absence, that her running away had bothered me more than anything had ever bothered me before. Someone like her didn’t deserve to know she had that kind of power over me.I cross and uncross my leg for the sixth time. I’d missed her. I could admit that to myself alone, but to no one else, especially not to Ruby. Another thing I’d never admit was staying home just because she was coming back.The doorbell rings, and I stand up, hurrying toward the main entrance, pausing briefly to take a deep breath before unlocking the door.“Hi.”“Hi,” I breathe out, her beauty knocking t
RubyMany women want flashy or flamboyant weddings, not me. I always want to have the opposite, a quiet wedding with a few close friends as guests. I have also always imagined getting married to a man who would be head over heels in love with me.Today, I am getting one out of those two wishes. I am going to have the quiet, serene wedding of my dreams but to a man who can’t stand me, Archer Petraki. Most women would give anything to be in my position right now. They would be happy and excited to be his wife, not fidgety and nervous like I am.I stare at my reflection in the mirror, thinking I look pretty enough. The white wedding gown snugly hugs my shape, then tapers down and flows out. I have white roses braided into my hair. A tiny necklace with an A initial nestles on my chest.I am happy with how the makeup turns out. I told the guy I wanted something natural. I turn around to get a better look at the back just when the door swings open without a knock, and my sister walks in.“Y
Archer“Really?” Ruby asks while she continues what she’s doing. She stops for a while and looks up at me, giving me a naughty smile.“What are you thinking?” I ask.“Anything you’re thinking, that’s what I’m thinking,” she says while letting out a light giggle.I look at her, still marveling at how she got to be so beautiful. Her hair falls off from her shoulders, and it is silky and dark. It smells of fresh olives, which turns my insides on.“So, tell me, what are you thinking? I want to know,” she inquires.“I’m not a man of many words, I’d rather show you what I’m thinking than say it out,” I reply back.“How will you show me?”“Just let me do my thing. You’ll know when I’ve shown it fully,” I say with a wide grin“Well, I just can’t wait already,” she says as she giggles and lays her head on my chest while I still hold her firmly by the waist.My nose picks up the scent of her perfume as I draw her closer to myself, and it is like a warm hug.It is soft and subtle, but it is unmi
ArcherWe return from a wonderful honeymoon experience, but the moment I step into our suite, it all comes back to me. The betrayal, the hurt, and the embarrassment. Paris had made me forget all about this, but not anymore.She looks at me attempting to kiss me, but I give a glaring look and went to the bathroom to take a bath while thinking of my next course of action to make her life miserable.When I'm done, she sits down on the couch with her pale legs out in the open. Well, I wouldn't mind if it were another girl, but it's Ruby. I sit down on the single couch and proceed to tell her about the rules while staying here."So, there are rules in this house, and I expect you to follow them," I say with a commanding tone."Rules?" She asks and turns her head like a robot, not understanding what I had said."Yes, rules, and they are as follows. Firstly, you are going to hand in your phones and laptop," I say while stretching my hand. She looks shocked but still complies with the request
RubyI hate the way Archer makes me feel. I know he is doing this to make my life horrible, but that is just wrong. I miss the man he was during our honeymoon. He was always there for me and showed me his sweet side. But all of that changed when he came back. It was like he became meaner than before and cold.He didn't care about me or my feelings. This penthouse doesn't feel like home anymore. I miss home. I miss the feeling of meeting my siblings and my parents, but now, all of that is lost because of my marriage to this heartless man.I knew I ran away for a reason, but I also know it was a bad move on my part, but I thought he would have moved on from it. What is with these rules he came up with? He even took my phone and told me not to do the one thing I love the most, which is visiting the orphanage. He was also rude to me this morning and didn't thank me for the food. Now, I have to try my best to please him, knowing that he would come back late.I remembered that I had lingeri
ArcherThe elevator slides open, and I step in, loosening my tie before punching in the floor number. I’m exhausted. All the meetings I’ve been postponing for weeks finally caught up with me. I sigh deeply, glancing at my wristwatch. I’ve stayed longer than I thought at the office.Ruby. Thoughts of her are going through my mind all day, adding to my stress. What has she been up to the whole day? Images of her scantily clad body last night pop into my head, making my cock jerk slightly. Temptress.It’s getting increasingly hard not to give in to her advances, and not to let her see my soft side, the side that wants so badly to take her gently and softly. But then every time I try to let my guard down around her, I’m reminded of how dangerous she is. And how much she has hurt me. Left me stranded at the altar. I know her calmness and seduction attempts are all a lie, for show.I want more, I want her to want me truly. Not just because of the benefits that come with being married to a m
RubyI don’t hate him.Despite the fact that he practically makes me a prisoner in my own home, and despite the fact that he makes passionate love to me one moment, then chucks me away the next. I don’t hate Archer, no matter how much I want to. It’s a jarring realization, maybe because I’m beginning to see things from his point of view.I hurt him, led him on, and then stood him up at the altar. His ego is bruised. Of course, he won’t just believe I have pure intentions now. If roles were reversed, I wouldn’t believe it either. His indifference is painful, yes, but that’s probably his coping mechanism. He probably doesn’t know he’s hurting me like that.But what to do? I need him to stop running away from me. I want his warmth, I can see it peek out sometimes from behind the cold mask he has on every time. I need a way to break the ice without shattering it, and there’s only one person I can turn to for help.I pick up my phone and dial.“Hey Ethel, are you free today?”“Yeahhh, kind