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
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