All Chapters of His Dark Desires: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow—this is a human offering that can border on miraculous."~Elizabeth Gilbert"Well, that was empowering," Rogue says quickly before drawing in a breath as if he'd been holding it in for a while now. "She seems like a good person." I look down at him, "She really is, she's one of the people I'm glad I have beside me." "We still have many people to meet and thank heavens that this is a two hours' event, we now only have thirty more minutes left." He says as we make our way to the next guest present. Twenty minutes later I don't remove my eyes from Zander as he continues to gawk at Maggie who is clinging on to Julian's arm for the last five minutes and already seen enough of his newfound behaviour of lusting after Maggie even when she's with Julian, I make my way toward

"Marriage is meant to keep people together, not just when things are good, but particularly when they are not. That's why we take marriage vows, not wishes."~Ngina OtiendeZanderI feel incredibly nervous as I get down from the car and make my way to the front of the house that used to be mine and Havana's home and I wonder how the hell I got to this point.If anyone had told me six months ago when we were getting married that we would be having this much trouble during the first few months of our marriage, I'd probably laugh and call the bluff, but here we are separated with no guarantee of ever getting back together. Such a sad turn of events.It doesn't take long to figure it out though, I become someone else and I could argue it out with everyone else but I can't argue with myself about the truth. I turned into someone who I wasn't and it cost me, my wife, the woman I always saw forever with and now I'm a

"Every day and night, my mind is filled with thoughts of you. As long as the sun continues to shine, you can be sure that my heart will remain yours."     ~AnonymousA week laterI lie in bed staring at the ceiling and I subconsciously know that a few hours have gone by since I've been stuck in this position, but still being unable to move. I am in my room, I have been staying here since Rogue woke up because I didn't want things being too much for each other. Rogue is having a hard time adjusting to the wheelchair and sometimes he gets offended when I tell him he will get better.Lare increased his physical therapy hours from one hour to two after he noticed that he could take it weeks ago and there was a massive improvement, and now with his memory back, they continue with two hours.I stop trying to talking to him because I didn't want to aggrava

 "I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be."~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.   As though reading my mind and its scepticism, he says, "I have been having a hard time sleeping on my own since you moved out of the bedroom and that was even before my memory came back. I know it was all my idea that you move, but I regretted it immediately and didn't know how to take it all back. I'm sorry, please can I stay?"He needs me and even though I've warned myself to not get too attached after what he did because I'd only get hurt, I step away from the door and let him in. He pushes his wheelchair into the room and towards my bed. Once there, he quickly helps himself onto the bed before arranging himself and laying down. He's having a hang of this, just like he was doing before he got h

"You never fail to amaze me. Every day there is something new that makes me love you even more than the day before."~AnonymousThree weeks laterI moan a little, my consciousness returns with the flicker of the ray of the sun on my face and as my lashes slowly lift, I see Rogue laying next to me and staring at me quietly. There is a small adorable smile that stays on his face as though he's staring at the sunset for a new day. My eyes shutter almost as they meet his and I turn away quickly because the embarrassing feeling of not looking too good for the morning washes over me, I'm not a rough sleeper neither am I a heavy one, but I don't think that I'm the prettiest when I sleep either. So having him watch me while I sleep is creepy in a cute way but really embarrassing."Oh come on," he protests to my action and he takes hold small of my shoulder with h