I was stunned when I received the call. Camellia wants to see me herself? It didn't make sense at all. But who cares? When that's what all I want. I wrapped up my work, leaving the latter to Jonas. I got down in elevator, sat in my car and drove straight to university.All the way I kept wondering what's there that's so urgent that she needs to see me. I strode towards the Director's office hurriedly, curious to see my brave Vixen. As I opened the door, Director sat there on his chair but he looked worried. "What's the matter?" I asked him as I sat down on the empty chair across him. "Welcome Mr Arnold! I have some serious matter to talk about before I call Camellia in" he told me and I crossed my legs. "Go on" "Today what I've done encountered with Miss Camellia is not healthy, she threatened me due to the earlier meetup which I arranged you with her. So please wrap up your personal matter in a more secure place. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you again" he told me in the mo
It was around midnight when I received a call from Director. "Mr Arnold! Where is Miss Camellia? She's missing after I left her last time with you! Her parents are here in university and everyone is panicking, please inform me at least if you e taken her with yourself" He was literally growling on the phone as if trying his best to overcome his anger but I guess he was pissed off by the pressure under he was. But the only thing which struck my mind was "she's missing". What the hell? How can she be missing when I watched her going out of the office myself! Where the hell is she if she's not at home?"What are you saying? I saw her getting out of the office after the conversation was over! I didn't take her with me! Check the CCTV footage dumbhead" I literally barked because this time I was also panicking, if she didn't return home then where she could be at this hour?As much this thought worried me, I couldn't help thinking about the worst scenarios. I got up from the bed and start
I don't what happened to me when I heard his inhumane words stabbing me again and again. As if one sharp thrust was not enough, he would take the knife out and then hit me again in the same spot until I bleed to death. It's not necessary to kill someone physically with a weapon, one can do the same damage with thier words just like Arnold did to me in that moment. There was no reflection of emotions on my face or either my eyes watered. I was numb as I walked out of the door. I knew very well where I have to go now. I was a whore, and he branded me the moment he bought me. How can I be so dumb and senseless that I kept fighting for myself? Denying it again and again and struggling to escape the life which had already been decided for me?I don't know where I walked after that. I just kept walking and walking, because my only known destination was my older prison. My parents don't want to have me, my friends don't want me anymore, my siblings loathe me for who I am, and Arnold thinks
After she was done, I didn't go back inside this time. Instead I sent Polly to help her wear her bathrobe, then I'll bring her up on bed. Even before I had no intention of seeing her naked but Polly was not awake by then and she cannot lift Camellia in arms like me so I had to do it. But the way she cried while opening herself to me made me feel very hurt. I didn't want to see, neither I did but still I couldn't understand her pain. But one thing which I witnessed was the mole on her shoulder which looked so fucking beautiful and it tempted me like nothing else. I wanted to touch it, kiss it and ravish it because she had two moles on her right shoulder, close but she looked gorgeous with them. I want explore her skin now, how many more moles she has. But at first i want to take her back to her home and clear everything with her parents so they can be relieved and of course take back my words for yesterday because I was a little harsh. Whatever I said to her was something I had been
My brows furrowed in confusion when he announced marriage in front of my father. What the hell was that? After shattering my self esteem as if I was a useless piece of trash, he was now convincing my father for a marriage?Why the fuck he had to do it now?I was so mad about it but still I had to intervene in between my father and Arnold because what he just said about his parents already rubbed his wrong nerve. Thankfully words were blunt enough to make my father understand that whatever I was doing is my own will and no one is forcing me. At least I'm going from this home which is the most to please my family. And shocking was this news that I got to know the already decided date of my marriage, I had no idea that they were this eager to kick me out within this week. I couldn't meet the eyes of my own family so restricted myself to my room but after he left, my parents came to me and asked me if I was really willing in all this chaos. What could I answer? Of course I couldn't let
I loved it, I loved every fucking second of kissing her. She felt so different this time. As if she was my wife now, I felt a sense of peace in touching her wherever I want. I felt like she was my property now and I deserve to do whatever I can with her, and she won't be able to deny me. I felt powerful as I ravished her lips, she although didn't respond to my kiss but neither pushed me hard although she tried to maintain distance in between whenever she ran out of breath and I made difficult for her to grasp on air. She was still in her white wedding dress as we both erratically breathed against each other. "Take this fucking dress off!" I demanded. "What?" she looked baffled by my command as she looked me up with those doe eyes. "Do you really not hear me or want me to repeat it every time?" I asked, annoyed because all the time she keeps asking me what. "Turn around" I commanded her as I grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards the wall so her back was now facing me. I saw
It hurts so much, I never thought he will turn out to be such a beast. The way he started touching, I thought I can never deny him now. Because now I was his wife but rather than doing anything he started making up for past. When I opened my eyes, it was around 06:00 in the morning as per the bed side clock showed. All night I slept beside him, facing him. He was calm and looked peaceful as if he didn't know anything about the world but who knows that he is such a ruthless man while being awake. I took off the blanket, and got up on my feet. My ass was better now after that ointment as it didn't irritate me much now. I took a shower and changed my clothes as I am a wife now so I would need to perform my duties as well. And first one was to make breakfast for him. I didn't know anything about his clothes and dressing so I couldn't risk getting scold again. I leave that thing up to him as tied my hair into a nice bun and applied lip balm on my dried lips. I made my way into the kitch
I've never considered her my wife, even after signing those marriage papers. Because there is only one wife for me who has already left me. But watching her sharing my bed, fulfilling her duties for me, there's sense of satisfaction I feel and I want to be more dependent on her. As if there's someone to pamper me and take care of me. Although all these years I've lived alone and did everything myself, to be exact preferred this way. But with Camellia everything seems more easy and comfortable. I want to be the centre if attention for her because it's been so long since someone really tried to take care of me. This morning was something like that, although I know I'll do everything myself but involving her in my routine felt satisfactory and I didn't want to be left alone even. She is filling those small voids in my life with her light. But sometimes when she defies me, goes against me there's that dark side of me which want to break her bone by bone so the pain will be carved in eve