It's been almost a week and my wound is healing quickly than I expected. I don't feel much pain maybe it's all thanks to the minerals and multivitamins I'm taking regularly due to Polly. She takes care of me like a mother. I'm thankful but I wish I would be able to see my family soon because I can no longer live in this man's presence.He looks so intimidating and even eyes me all the time as if he wants to eat me alive. His stare holds so much ferocity and obsession that it terrifies me. Since the day I avoided him in kitchen and left out, refusing to stay anymore under the same roof, he hadn't been in front of me much. I barely see him, he leaves before I wake up and returns after I'm asleep. Just two days ago, he left abroad for some important meeting and I wish he stays there from years. But sadly he'll return this week and his arrival will be unannounced as Polly has no idea when it will be exactly. I spend most of my time reading those books Polly gives me and baking which onl
It was the day when my wife and my son left me. Although I didn't want to return back home the same day to bring out the memories from the past but in the end, I had to take the last flight. I drank too much in the car so when I just go home, I don't remember anything about them. It was the worst day of my life and every year on this day when I left my job being a surgeon, I spent this day keeping myself more busy than ever so the memories don't rush back the present where they don't belong. I was so drunk and barely caught my foot on the ground. Jason tried to help me but I told him to leave my luggage in my room and leave me on my own. I want to be alone and I don't need people around me, especially helping me. I hate pity and sympathy that's why either way I don't even feel it for people. My brain out of the zone, I stepped in the kitchen to grab another bottle of whiskey and all ready to face the worst hangover in the morning. I tried to maintain my balance while trying hard t
He's so weird that i can write a whole essay on him and people will laugh hard. I think he has a double personality disorder because of the way he treats me. He practically bought me as if I am his property and from the last night till today he treats me as if I am his wife. The last night in sleep I'm not sure if he was calling me as his wife or refering to someone else but the way he hugged me from behind and then asked me to massage his shoulders, these all are surely services of a wife. Even in the morning, he asked me to make him breakfast and then join him on the table, accompanying all his needs. But after all what happened, the compliment was worth it. I don't wanna admit but I'm a sucker for praises. To be honest I'm scared of him, he gives me chills whenever I'm around him. He's an arrogant, cold man who would eat people alive and his nice treatment is unusual according Polly. I spent my day cooking, helping Polly in house chores, gardening, and reading whatever I got my
Fucking beautiful!My mind screamed as soon I opened the door in hurry but my eyes were stuck, unable to move themselves away. The dress hugged her curves so perfectly that I didn't even know she even had them. I never knew she could look this much pretty, the long sleeves with off shoulders and her half bare legs, everything about her was so elegant and decent. My Vixen!I declared her in my mind as soon I stepped toward her, admiring her looks all along. She had a no-makeup look which I really liked as women with heavy makeup look disgusting to me. Not that I am being rude but that's what it is, they are not even comfortable in their own skin and wear layers over their face to overcome their insecurities. But Camellia, from the studs she wore to the long hair resting on her back, her exposed slender neck and loose curls reaching her waist, she was my Vixen!I leaned closer and closed the distance between us as I inhaled her perfume off her neck, and I swear she was smelling so
The valet opened the car door and Arnold got out first. Then he rounded the hood and opened the door for me, himself. He forwarded his hand to me, and I hesitated to take it. I couldn't embarrass him so after thinking twice I finally gave mine into his. A smile embraced his face as I got out, walked right beside him while his hand now left my hand and landed on back. I couldn't complain because that's what all men were doing and every man lead their woman like this. We entered through the entrance as we were met with many people who greeted us warmly. While Arnold shook hands with them, I only said hello to them. Many of them asked for my hand to kiss but I politely denied. Arnold looked at me as if he was astounded by my rejection. But he didn't said a word and it calmed my nerves because I was worried what if I upset him?But surprisingly a proud smile laced his lips all evening and I was relieved. He took me everywhere, introducing me to every prestigious man and woman in the hal
I'm such a fucking idiot to let her on her own. I shouldn't have gone to the private meeting without telling her or taking her with me. I disappeared for barely 10 to 15 minutes and when I returned I found her nowhere. I searched for her like crazy. Checking bathrooms, and all the tables. And that's when a waiter told me that he has seen a woman running from the exit. When I heard that she was in black and wore something full sleeve, I immediately knew it was Camellia. I ran after her, searching pathetically on the road. A loud scream pierced my ear I turned towards the parking lot. I ran as fast as I could and I swear! I lost my control when I saw that bastard hovering over her and devouring her like a beast. How the fuck he didn't know that she was mine!I pulled the man away from her and killed him mercilessly, in front of her eyes. Not caring a bit that she won't be able to witness something such brutal. My heart was thundering so loud in my chest that I could hear it in my ear
I stirred in my sleep as I struggled to open my eyes. My body felt heavy and warm. I looked around the room, unable to recognise my surroundings. Where am I?I looked beside me and saw Arnold sleeping peacefully. His hair are ruffled and he looks relax. My mind immediately went there where I feared most. Did he touch me while I was fainted? My virginity?Did I really lost it to him last night?My mind conjured up the worst consequences only to deny them in the end. As far as I can remember he saved me from a man who was trying to rape me. He is not that animalistic that he'll take his opportunity on myself after. To make myself sure, I removed the covers to check my clothes. They are still on, same I wore last night. After confirming my suspicions I wondered why did he even bought me to his room?He could've laid me in my room!Conscious not to wake him up, I picked up my heels from the floor and took slow steps toward the door. I better get out from here before he wakes up. I saw
Gosh! I was disappointed when I woke up alone in my bed. I really hoped to see her beside me and snoring. But she was already gone before I opened my eyes. It was the weekend so I probably had a day off but not as a Mafia boss. I had medicines to smuggle and receive, probably a lot of work at my warehouse. I took a shower and got down to have my breakfast. I haven't seen Camellia even yet. I asked Polly if she had breakfast and she replied that she is not even awake yet. She had been heavily drugged last night so probably slept a lot. It was better to wake her and I told Polly so. She brought her from her room but I saw when she tried to run away. She is always avoiding me and that's very hurtful to see. I wonder if she's ever gonna get along with me. We talked few over table and I couldn't help my laugh when she almost said that she shouldn't have fainted. I mean like if it was in her control then was she turned on last night on purpose? Seducing me so bad! I left for my work soo
It was difficult to stay away from her. I've never gotten used to someone like this before. I always separate work from my personal life but in her case it made it difficult to do so. I had so much work to do but I still couldn't focus on anything. I looked at my phone multiple times during my dealing but there was no call or text message from her. I wondered if she minded my dry reply to her long goodbye. I didn't want to give her anymore hope, that's why I tried to distance myself from her. But it seemed like torturing myself. I remembered when one night we both were lying on the bed after making out for long in Paris. We both were exhausted but not enough to not talk. And just like that we carried out some casual conversation. She tried to pull away from my chest but I didn't let her go and pulled her close to my embrace. She was astounded but it didn't last long when she got comfortable. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked innocently, her eyes shining in the moonlight of the
I woke up to the empty side. He was nowhere in sight. I searched for his bag and it was gone, even his wallet, watch from the dresser. So he just went away like this? Without telling me? I felt a pang of hurt in my heart. I looked for any note but found none. My eyes filled with tears Involuntarily and I wondered why couldn't we live like a normal couple for even once?And the answer was crystal clear, because we were not normal people, this marriage was not normal, nothing was normal about all of this. I wiped my tears and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After I returned, Polly knocked on the door and informed me about the breakfast. I went downstairs and sat on the chair. She bought me butter and toast. I took a bite despite having no appetite. She came again with the milk and I started feeling nauseated with just the sight of it. She placed the glass in front of me and the contents in my stomach started rising. I immediately stood up and ran for the bathroom to empty my oes
She helped me pack my bag. I don't know if I really meant what I said to her last night but there was that force inside me which wanted to make it true. She was a wild flower, waiting to be picked up and taken care of. Since we were on good terms, we didn't fight but still it felt weird to stay as friends and push our feelings back when we're actually a couple. It's all because of my insecurities, and I know I am wrong. She took out my clothes from the wardrobe and removed the hangers. Placing them neatly in the suitcase, I couldn't help but gaze at her while trying to find my undergarments. She was unaware and busy in her work. I noticed how her layered hair kept teasing her face and neck, unable to stay at the back. They shaped her face and she looked magnificent. Like some goddess with those shaped lips, and lashes shadowing her cheeks. She tucked her hair back behind her ear and I wondered how it would feel to tangle those hairs in between my fingers and feel their softness. As
After spending two days officially as friends in Paris, we finally returned back. Arnold was more relaxed and calm. Even though he hurt me multiple times, I had no choice of leaving somewhere else. I was stuck with him for a lifetime. I was still really mad at him for concealing his past from me but I couldn't complain. We were not on marital terms to call each other as husband and wife and ask for the rights. Especially not me. As soon as I was home, I was met with an official letter from my university. They asked me to join from next week as my application was approved. I didn't know if I was doing it right by going back to the same educational institution. People there now know my story, they were going to eye me with those weird stares and I couldn't guarantee it would be affected by it. I have no friends now to share that amazing experience, I was all alone on my own now. We were having dinner when he informed me that he'll need to go on a two day trip to Spain for some busine
His hands travelled down until the zipper fully released my body. But still he didn't move back and gave me space. Instead his hands moved up to my shoulders and he started removing the dress himself. I don't know what he was doing and my heart was deeply hurt to feel all of this, yet I couldn't stop him. A part of me was curious even though my chin wobbled from all the crying. He removed the dress from my shoulders, down to my curves, then from my ass and it finally gathered around my toes. Leaving me half naked, only in my undergarments, I didn't feel shame in front of him. But yet I was hesitant even though he already saw me naked multiple times. His hands roughly caressed my body, every inch with his palms. He wrapped his hand around my throat, then to my chest where it all the way created tingles. Lingering around my bosoms, he finally yanked the bra down. Playing with my nipples and moulding them in his calloused hands. While the other caressed the hem of my panties. I wondere
She was still nowhere in sight and I was tired after meeting so many people. The women's gaze followed me wherever I was standing and the men had nothing to talk about except business and their future plans. However I was a bit thankful too because Camellia was a distraction, I couldn't focus on anything if she was by my side. I excused myself and headed towards the restroom where she disappeared 20 minutes ago. I was in my tracks when a woman appeared in front of me and blocked my way. "Mr Arnold! What a coincidence! I hope you remember me!" The brunette placed a hand on my chest and spoke. It took me a moment to realise that she was one of the fuck buddies I had before I married Camellia. This one was the wife of my competitor whom I fucked multiple times and after I dumped her, she married one of my competitors to poke me. But only if she knew I don't get worked up like that. Most importantly, she threatened me to expose my secrets but she knew better that I was in mafia. Whatev
Her question hit me like a stone thrown in darkness. I didn't know how to react or even respond but something shifted in me. My mind was battling with itself, not sure what to answer her. She was asking about my first wife and I should have been prepared for that but I wasn't. Edward was an old friend and I surely came to Paris with my first wife and unfortunately she was the one who showed me that outlet. She herself even bought a dress from Edward and I don't know what I was thinking when I also took Camellia there and bought her dress designed by Edward. Well it was not his fault to mention my first wife but Camellia surely wasn't letting go of that. "Tell me Arnold! Who is your first wife? And where is she?" She repeated her question once again and the hanger in my hand broke with a clicking sound, sharp to my ears. "This is none of your concern. It's my past and I'm not answerable to you for that" my voice came out harsher and colder than I intended. We were really improving o
I never imagined that Arnold was such an extrovert with such amazing social skills. We had the most delicious lunch in a posh restaurant at the Eiffel tower and he made me drink the most exquisite wine of the french people. Surprisingly he already had a reservation beforehand or we wouldn't have stood a chance there. The wine was a vintage edition and it was hella expensive. We roamed the streets of Paris and discovered the beautiful sights. We saw the famous attractions such as Musée du Louvre museum and even spent a while on Seine River's bridge. Arnold looked happy most of the time with a smile plastered on his face. But the weirdest thing I noticed was the people kissing everywhere. Making out at the end of the streets, on top of bridges, on the roads and in cars. He didn't show any reaction to it but my cheeks were red every time I witnessed such a sight. He was exceptionally in such a good mood and I couldn't bring myself on my toes because it really felt like an amazing break
I cannot believe that he could be so caring. Last night felt like an ethereal dream. All my life I have endured pain in my periods because my mother used to say that all women have to. Using oils and all that stuff is a luxury. I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. But a note was stuck on the header of the bed and a breakfast tray was placed on the table across the couch. I wondered what time it was. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and it was already around 09:00 am. I tucked out the note and read it, "Be ready by 11:00 am. We'll be leaving for shopping. Have breakfast and take a good rest. I have a meeting to run to. " The short notice was enough to tell me that i'll be stuck in this beautiful room located in this city of love for the next two hours. I opened the window with a gush of cold air hitting me in the face. I liked it, as I admired the Eiffel tower from afar. What an amazing view it was from the hotel!The trip I was dreaming to plan in my next fiv