We walked inside the house to find Chris and some creepy dude in there.“Make yourself at home. I'll be down in a few.” Jerald said as he grabbed my hand and roamed up stairs.“Dry yourself and stay here.” Jerald’s voice was so dark and deeper and I had no choice but to nod. Or I can just go home.“Can I go home?” I asked. He looked at me as if I'm his worst enemy. Like what I said wasn't music to his ears.“No.” he said taking his wet T-shirt off. And left there in the room. Why? I want to know why!Jerald paced around in the bathroom, his temper building. The sooner she get that he is only protecting her the better he thought as he clutched the counter, cracking the marble. No, keeping secrets of the dark and Deadly Variety wasn't close to protection. He took off his boxer and walked over to the huge shower and turned the taps on, but if it was peace he was looking for then he had another thing coming as she banged on the bathroom door and stormed in intent on continuing the unf
“How do you know that?” Chris asked and Jerald sighed. “A Mafia leader, a sadist? That's not her ideal type of man. So she'll probably scream for a divorce before I could explain to her why I married her and who I really am.” Jerald said rubbing his head with his hands. “She wouldn't even forgive me.”“Who would know if you don't give her a chance? Tell her, give her a chance to forguve you. I can't believe you had a crush on her for 5 freaking years.”“I don't know what you're talking about. Dude, where's Mia?” Jerald changed the topic.“She's… out. I don't know where and she said we will have dinner here. Prepare something.” Jerald looked at Chris thinking maybe he would say he is joking but he didn't. “Please bring some food. I just have a lot going on. For starters… my wounds and my crazy wife.” “Well then. Let me leave you.” Chris patted his shoulder and roamed to the door. “Think about what we talked about. Give her a chance to forgive you.”JeraldThe door shut and one thi
“How do you know that?” Chris asked and Jerald sighed. “A Mafia leader? That's not her ideal type of man. So she'll probably scream for a divorce before I could explain to her why I married her and who I really am.” Jerald said wiping the blood from his blood. “She wouldn't even forgive me.”“Who would know if you don't give her a chance? Tell her, give her chance to forgive you. I can't believe you had a crush on her for 5 freaking years.”“I don't know what you're talking about. Dude, where's Mia?” Jerald changed the topic.“She's… out. I don't know where and she said we will have dinner here. Prepare something.” Jerald looked at Chris thinking maybe he would say he is joking but he didn't. “Please bring some food. I just have a lot going on, for starters, my wounds and crazy wife.” “Well then. Let me leave you. I am right outside if you need me, We will leave this place as soon as we know it is secured.” Chris patted his shoulder and roamed to the door. “Think about what we talk
Later that day.“Nothing is going on… I just came home. Oh I am starving.” Jennifer said walking to the kitchen. Her father followed her around.“Jennifer, I've known you all your life, what is going on?” John asked as Jennifer opened the fridge.“Okay,” Jennifer said as she took out a bottle of water and placed it on the table. “I just came home to get some documents.” “Oh, I thought maybe you're here to tell me if you guys decided on the official wedding day.” John scoffed.Jennifer looked at the bottle of water.“I don't think there'll be a wedding.” Jennifer mumbled and her father looked at her confused.“What?”“I don't think there'll be a wedding, dad!” She said loudly and harshly. “We fought okay?!” Her father laughed as if she said something funny.“What?” She asked with a confused look.“Are you already pregnant?” She coughed to her father's question especially when she thought about last night.“What? No!” She defended herself.“I'm just joking but do you want a wedding to
Meanwhile, at Graham’s Home.“So are you going to eat dinner like that? I have a business partner coming here in a few minutes.” John said as Jennifer sat down on the dinner table.“A business partner? They should’ve contacted me; I am the owner, remember?” Jennifer said and her father just sighed.“Okay if you say so, my baby.” Her father said and she mumbled while heading up the stairs.She had to wear formal and usually on these occasions her father instructs her to wear black and elegant.She just opened her wardrobe and saw the dress that she wore at her Married at First Sight Dinner.Why not? It was the only elegant dress she has because she took all her clothes to the mansion.She indeed looked elegant in that dress. She walked out and stood by the balcony and watched her father roam to the door to open up.She heard familiar voices and there he was Her Sadist husband in an all-black suit.Black polo neck with a necklace, black jacket and the pants matched with the jacket. He
She stopped the whole room, it was filled with silence. Mia just held on her fiancé’s hand with her dear life and Jerald looked at his wife like he seen a ghost.“Tell me what?” She asked again and turned to Mia hoping she would say something because she talks too much but she said nothing.“Chris?” Jennifer asked looking at Chris, she knew something was off. Chris took a deep breath in.“Jerald is a M… Jerald has something to tell you.” Chris said. Jennifer turned to her husband.“What now?” Her voice was furious.“I… ahem. Can you go to Paris with me?” Jerald asked. Jennifer smiled in amusement.“Paris? Are you sure?” Jennifer asked and he nodded. She jumped into his arms screaming yes.JenniferEven though he mentioned the place I’ve been dying to see I knew it wasn’t what he really wanted to say. I don’t blame him though, if I can't confide in him why would he confide in me?Chris roamed towards the door as if he was angry, Jerald walked pass me and followed him and I was left al
“What are you exactly saying?” He asked walking towards me.I need to be honest with this man. I took a deep breath in.“I feel like you’re starting to be the center of my existence and it’s scary. We met only a week ago and a lot has happened.”“I know,” He said so calmly putting my hair behind my ear and then started to search me on the face with his eyes as if he lost something.I moved my face closer to his to kiss him but he turned away.“You should probably go to sleep, there is the bedroom.” He said to me. He literally turned me down.He took off his polo neck to provoke me. Some of the wounds were already healing and some of them he dressed them with a bandage.“It’s rude to stare.” He says, and it’s rude to turn down your wife.“So you’re not going to make love to me?” I asked and he turned to me with a reassurance look.“Love?” He asked. I took off the heels and the earrings and looked at him.“Let me rephrase that. So you are not going to fuck me?” I can be feisty sometimes
Jennifer took out the thumb and stood up straight, she started to unbutton the shirt she was wearing and left it descends down her feet. He looked at her exposed breasts and licked his lips then down to see that indeed his wife didn’t have a garter belt on.She used some of her to tie the remaining hair and kneeled down right between his legs like he always wanted. She placed both her hands on his legs respectively.She maintained eye contact with him while hands did all the work, her hands were unzipping his pants and the moment she took out his member, it was hard and ready to claim what’s his.She looked at his member and swallowed hard, wondering how is she going to take it all in?She took it all in and her husband fell back on the coach letting out a deep sigh as if he dreaded so long for it.“Fuck,” He groaned curling his toes in his shoes. Up, down, she made a rhythm.While trying to catch her breath, he grabbed her hair and helped her finish what she started. He made her take
2 Hours later.Jennifer was left in the interrogation room for the past two hours and she was busy yelling she is innocent.“I swear I had no intentions to use the knife!” Jennifer cried even though she cried her lungs out, it was hopeless because no one was in the interrogation room.“Fine! Be like that! Why would I do that? It was just for self-defense measures!” She was yelling. She was right though, Jerald have been teaching her to defend herself using the pocket knife.The door went open and when she saw Mason she sighed in relief.“Oh, thank God, Mason you're here. Please tell those policemen that I didn't do anything?” Jennifer said. He put three files on the table. He unlocked the cuffs on her hands.“The Thing He Kills For…” Mason whispered and Jennifer looked at him with a reassurance look.“What did you just say?” She asked.“Oh nothing. Oh and congratulations on your marriage.” Mason said as he sat down and Jennifer looked at him rubbing her wrists. “We know you weren't going
The Next Three Weeks, hanged out on a thin line between love and hate, fear and passion, sadism and masochism, smuggling and counterfeiting, crimes and set ups, bureau investigations and police officers, new friends and new enemies.Over the days Jerald became more negativistic, provocative and more loving. As if that's not enough he started becoming cynical, uncaring and arrogant, but at least they're not as bad due to intertwined habits of being in love with Jennifer.Though he never said it to her, she knew. She didn't get flowers everyday but he made sure with every chance he gets when passing by a flower shop to buy her a rose and to remind her that she's loved.One thing he never forgets is to hold her hand. No matter how sweaty they were he wouldn't let her go.He asks his men to look out for them whenever they take late night walks because he'd be lost in her than focus on who wants to kill him.He taught her to always take full responsibility of her mistakes.With every s
I heard footsteps but I didn't turn. Remember that small rope I bought at the cashbuild? The day I killed a man and never felt ashamed of it. He was holding the exact same rope.Honestly, at this point I'm thankful that I bought a small size. I swear he won't be able to tie my whole body with it.“Now what am I going to do with this?” He asked and I wanted to laugh but now wasn't the moment.He looked at the pillar at the middle of the room and if I'm thinking what he thinking then… that would pure torture. I saw a smirk on his face and I knew it. He grabbed my hand and we roamed to the pillar.The pillar was covered with a velvet fabric so I sighed in relief. He pushed my back to the pillar and grabbed both hands side ways and binded them together with that rope.I saw him walk to the dressing table and opened the drawer and took out a Whip. Not just any Whip but a black single tail whip.What did I expect? A rose?He snapped it right next to him and I mumbled under the ball but it
Meanwhile on the other side of town.“I don't understand… why? She loves me!” Sean complained to Jeffery. “What's so special about this Jennifer? You have ladies who got their eyes on you.” Jeffery said pointing out a lady who was looking at Sean“Everything about my Jenny is special. I should've ordered the sniper to just go ahead with the shot but what if he misses and he shoots Jennifer? I don't understand why would Jennifer choose Jerald fucking Carter as her husband. Why?” “You left her for five years… what do you expect?” Jeffery said and Sean sighed.“You're right. I should just go to her and show her that I'm alive. Yes, I should.” “No. That isn't a smart move, could be a trap to use Jennifer as your weakness. Think about it though, once Jerald learned about the attack a while ago he married Jennifer in front of a lot of people. His enemies included.” “That means my Jenny loves me and only me. You're right! She has to.”“What if she's really in love with Jerald?”“I'll mak
I waited. Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. I changed the dress into the night silk dress. I wiped the make up and waited.I just waited for him by the door and when I saw it happen, I knew it was him and I remembered his rule:Always greet him by the door whenever he comes home.He was surprised to see me awake and he locked the door.“Evening.” I say to him. He licked his lips. I found myself learning down to him. “I accept any punishment you offer me but please not whips,” Jerald is full of surprises. He is a billionaire he can rent a room to turn it into the sex dungeon. “Stand up,” He said to me and I did as he said.“I want you to confess that you're mine; I won't make it any harder for you.” He said. That's all?“I am yours and only yours.” He smiled to what I said.“You're MINE and MINE ONLY!” He stiffened his voice. “For your punishment I want you to sleep in my arms,” I felt like my own ears were deceiving me.“Huh?”“Just that and I'll pretend you
Chris and other men came and took him away, busy congratulating him.We had dinner on the same table, talking and laughing. But not even a single man would look my direction.I stood by the side, near the window.“Officially married?” I heard a voice and when I turned it was from Mia. I smiled warmly at her and showed her the ring.“Officially Mrs. Carter,” I say. “I know I am married but isn't weird that men can't look at me? I'm not asking for attention but…”“Duh! It's because of that flower on your hand.” “Excuse me what?” What did Mia mean by that. I looked at the tattoo. Is it because Datura flowers are dangerous?“That literally means ‘Stay away, I am Jerald Carter’s wife! I belong to him and no one else' What else would you get a matching flower tattoo with Jerald for? Don't tell me for couple goals.” Mia said and I laughed but she looked dead serious.“Are you serious?!” I asked her.“Deadly.” She said. Chris called her, I guess they wanted to show us to our room now that
JenniferYou see those forced conversations because lust suffocate you two? That's me and Jerald. He is trying to put up a convo like he has something to tell me.I looked at the tattoo on my hand and wondered why did I go forth with it. Tracy didn't even want to cover it with concealer.The door opened and I guess I was lost in my mind that I didn't focus on this place.“There they are!!” A woman came running towards us. Me in precise. She has blonde, shoulder-length hair tight in a ponytail reveals a craggy, radiant face. Piercing brown eyes. She is so beautiful.“You must be Jennifer? Honey, you look alive! I mean we all thought Jerald was just describing a fictional character! You are real!” she said and pulled me to a hug. I turned to Jerald and the man the lady was with.“Oh. Honey, meet Isabella and Logan Vaughn. Guys, this is the fictional character I've been describing, Jennifer my wife.” Jerald said and I giggled. Judging by how they are dressed, this is their engagement p
Later that day.“There's a lot of traffic today so we'll have dinner along the way. Let me go grab those clothes.” Jerald sprinted upstairs as fast as he could.“I don't even remember when was the last time I got invited to an engagement party. By the way, when will the biggest white wedding of all time be?” Tracy asked.“I don’t know. We haven't decided.” Jennifer said.“I doubt, they already had a white wedding without us, sweetheart.” David said and they all laughed.Jerald came downstairs holding the suit covers.“You're leaving already?!” Tracy asked.“Mom, dad we really have somewhere to be. We have to get ready.” Jerald said as he grabbed Jennifer’s hand. His mother hit his hand.“Can't I have quality time with my daughter? Give me her dress. I'll help her get ready,” Tracy took a suit cover from Jerald. “Come sweetie. The driver will be in 2 hours.” Tracy said and Jennifer giggled as she followed her.“Guess I have to help you get ready too.” David said and Jerald looked at h
The Next Day. Midday.“Are you sure Jennifer is okay? We had breakfast without her and you're unbothered,” Tracy said and David patted her shoulder.“Sweetheart, let them be, okay? Jennifer is probably tired.” David tried to defend Jerald.“Or maybe he killed her or even worse, they broke up! Dave, please talk to your son!” Tracy said and Jerald yawned.“Why would you guys decide to have breakfast here, whereas you could have it in that favorite French restaurant of yours? What kind of visitors would visit at like 7am? It's been 5 hours and I feel like it's 5 years.” Jerald complained.“Oh son, I hate this as much as you do.” David responded yawning. “But, your mom is a morning birdie.”“Hey! I'm not a bird. But on second thought, I'd look better if I was a bird.”“A scarecrow.” David mumbled and Jerald laughed.“What? What did you say? You better talk now before this fork finds a new home in your ass!” Tracy complained.Jerald went quiet as if he was fixating.“Shit!” He said as he q