Her Ravaged Life

Ch. -15-

 “Now? Right now?” I ask with shock in my voice. What’s his problem, seriously? How many bombshells can this man throw in my direction?

 In the last 24 hours he has kidn*pped me, ruined my life, destroyed my family and seems like he is going to make me his wife. I am just hoping he is not planning pregnate me before this day comes to and end. At this point I wouldn’t kick him out of bed, I really need some kind of release and just thinking about our hot, sweaty bodies crashing into each other gets me turned on. But underneath his handsome frame is devil himself brewing chaos and hardship for women like me, so I have to forget my needs and focus on staying sane.

 “Yes now. If you want a big party then that can be arranged in the future,” he says like he thinks I will stay and play house with him. I want this done and over with not keep living through this hell over and over again when I plan a party to celebrate my miserable life.

 “Whatever,” I scoff at him and we walk out of the restaurant. He holds his hand on the small of my back the whole way and I let him for the sake of our pretend relationship.

 The moment I step out, somebody stumbles into me and I lose my balance crashing into the facade of the building. After that, everything happens too quickly for me to even register it. The second I crashed, Barraza had the man pushed up against the wall by his throat. “Never touch what belongs to me you scum! You know what I am capable of. Do you understand?” He hisses at the man who is nervously nodding at him. “Good. If you value your life, walk away and never cross my path again.” His voice is so full of anger that I get chills by listening to him. 

 The man basically runs away from him and never looks back. Barraza walks toward me, places his hands on my shoulders, “Are you hurt?” He scans my whole body and sees that my shoulder has some scratches where he is holding me. “I’ll kill him.”

 “It was an accident,” I say trying to calm him down a little. Poor guy is facing death sentence for not paying attention for two seconds. Barraza needs to learn how to deal with his anger issues.  

 “Only accident here was letting that guy walk without a reminder.”

 “I am fine. Scratches hurt way less than what you did to my life.” I back away from his touch and start walking toward the car. Scratches will heal without leaving a scar but his ego-trip on my life will affect me forever. 

 Few steps from the car he grasps my upper arm in his hold, spins me to face him, “Watch how you speak to me.” His panting breath so close to me that we’re breathing the same air. I can sense the desire in him, but he is holding back, our faces just inches from each other, yet he doesn’t make a move. 

 “You don’t own me, you don’t own my feelings, you don’t ow…”my answer is cut short by his restraint failing and our lips slam into most ferocious kiss I have ever had. All the anger and fear disappear and I let him raid my lips like he pleases. 

 I get so lost in our kiss, his tongue playing with mine, I slide my hands up his chest and into his hair, tugging them to deepen the kiss even more. He moans into my mouth, the sound makes me fill with desire and I wish I could just let him have me right now, right here.

 “Sir.” Jeremiah voice was like a bucket full of cold water dropped on us. We both stop simultaneously and take heavy breaths while looking at each other. He holds me by the nape of my neck, kisses my temple and steps toward the car while holding my hand. 

 There was something off with the last encounter. With he kiss to the temple. That wasn’t something out of passion or fury, something driven from lust. It felt genuine. It felt real.  

 “I don’t want to own you, there’s no fun in that.” He speaks while helping me hop in the car and follows me right after. 

 Fun? Does this guy even know how to have fun? He probably thinks that shooting peoples brains out is fun or something. And of course, lets not forget, forcing someone to marry you is obviously fun for him.

 “Aren’t you the joker extraordinaire.” I really shouldn’t mock him, but as tiger can’t change its stripes, I can’t change my sassy mouth. 

 “I am amused, how come you feel that you’re in a position to be brazen.” His amusement doesn’t reach his eyes, so he stares me with stoic look.

 “I am just overjoyed; it is my wedding day after all. The day I have been waiting and preparing for the last five minutes is finally here.” I finish my little tease with a happy dance on my seat. 

 I was never this type of child who wore pillowcase on her head and pretended to be a glowing bride, or one these women who know exactly how my wedding should look like. I never cared for the details, I just dreamed of a perfect guy who would come and sweep me off my feet. Not this. This is ridiculous. This whole thing is plain ridiculous.

 “It will be quick and painless so unwind your panties. Later organize whatever ceremony you want,” he responded without removing his eyes from the phone he just picked up to check the incoming notification.

 “You really do live in your own little world, don’t you?” Is he even listening to himself? What ceremony? Does he really think that when we are married, all of a sudden I will fall madly in love with him and decide to stay? Well, we might be getting married today, but we are divorcing tomorrow. I am definitely leaving before the ink dries on our marriage certificate. 

 “Soon to be our little world,” he says and gives me cocky smile. “Lets go.” Car stops and he holds out his hand for me to take it and we walk into this old historic looking building. We are led into judges office and now there’s no turning back. 

 The so-called ceremony is short but painfully boring. We just stand in a dark, badly decorated room and listen to the judge until he hands us papers to sign and sends us on our way. Every girls dream wedding.

 We step outside and I am relieved it is over. Now divorce and I’ll be on my way.

 “Anyway, I married you and as I said, I am going back to my life, so do we get an annulment or divorce or what?” I ask cause there is no reason to delay this topic any longer. He knew all a long that I was leaving after the wedding. He even allowed it.

 “I said you could leave, not divorce me.”