Violated into having his secret babies

Chapter2

Dante sauntered towards the door. He just clocked out and was very stressed due to the day’s hectic work, though everyday had always been like that for him. The everyday routine is tiring to him, more to his dismay, his father has been pressurizing him to start preparing to get married to his fiancée, Ava whom he doesn’t love nor care for. He never liked her dissembling acts and he hates to be in her company. How they ended up to be engaged were all his father’s arrangements.

He pushes open the door and goes in. He sighs as he heard the sound of his Television on, he knew who the intruder was. It was none other than his demented friend sitted on the couch, his eyes fully directed on a live stream show displaying on the big screened television. Dante knew the only reason Chris came was to not be seen at his home by his grandmother who had practically raised him, his mother had been busy making money and rarely have moments with her son. His grandmother wanted him married so she sets blind dates for him to attend but he never goes. One time, his grandmother had asked him if he was gay. Dante knew Chris wasn’t, he just had little interest in girls.

“Why the f**k would you be coming here every f****d up time” Dante said tiredly as he stood with both his hands on his hip.

Chris turned his head and spread his lips in a devilish smile while he had a popcorn tube held in his arm like his life depended on it. Dante shook his head and wondered how he got to chose someone like Chris as his best buddy. He heard no response from his friend just like he had expected. He sighs once again and heads up to his bedroom to get a nice long shower.

Chris is his closest friend and the only one he shared his secrets with. They had been friends since middle school and they kept their bond still. Dante wishes he could be as free as Chris was. Chris had no father to take over his life nor does he needs to be a good son all the time like Dante needed to be, even to the extent of choosing whom to share his passion with, his father decided for him.

Dante got to his room and swiftly undressed to saunter off to the bathroom. He stood underneath the shower while he allowed the water to roam down his very masculine body. He had his personal gym at home and he made sure to keep his body in the most perfect shape. He possesses a well built body, the eight packs doing him more justice, a woman could be enveloped in his embrace with his rare wild shoulders.

After he was done, he comes out of his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was dripping down water as he made his way towards his walk-in closet. Just when he got to his closet, he heard his phone rings from the bedroom and he headed out to pick up his phone. When he saw who the caller was, his brows furrowed as irritation aroses in him. It was his so-called fiancée calling. He ignores the call and instantly goes back to chose a fit suitable to wear to sleep. He later chose shorts with T-shirt. He had the intention of going to the living room and having a conversation with his friend about one of his businesses but his fatigue didn’t favor him. He just had his back laid on the bed and before he could know it, he slept off on the bed while he had his phone on silent because he knew Ava will call for the rest of the night.

He yet drifts back into a dream that seems more like the torture was repeating itself. The dream was always vivid just like his memories ten years ago was. He definitely knew he did something wrong to her, only that he couldn’t figure out who the girl had been. The only things he remembered was her blonde hair frizzled all over the pillow and how she had struggled to get out of his grip. Dante felt like he was being punished by continuously having the dream and he doesn’t ever plan on going to a therapy session because he had been the attacker. The only person who knew about his secret was Chris and he told him to help search for the girl, who it might be but they never did. Though he had been a little tyrant back in his middle school but he wasn’t worst enough to take advantage of a girl.

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Allison sprang up from the bed as she was dip in sweat. Her breath is rapid and her body was shaking. She stared into space as she heaves while she recalls the most painful memory in her life. She hated to view the scene of her own misery but what could she do, she couldn’t stop herself from continuously having the dream. She never got used to it because the pain and anguish she went through broke her completely.

She calms her breathing and took three long breaths before laying back on her bed. It was her day off so she doesn’t need to rush off her bed to go to work. While she laid on her back, she turned her face to the right hand side of her bed and her eyes landed on a picture of her identical sons which was taken when they were babies. A smile formed on her lips but suddenly died down when she recalls the content of the dream. She knows she shouldn’t be sad, at least she get to have her lovely sons but she couldn’t help but cry at the thought of her broken dreams. If only she hadn’t foolishly agree on going to night party, or if only she hadn’t gotten herself the scholarship to the f****d up school that ruined her life and made her cross path with her nemesis, Dante Anderson.