Flowers of Desolation

Chapter 2

Valerie’s POV (Liquor wears off)

Waking up to finding myself on a king-sized bed, alongside a stranger in a strange-looking, expensive bedroom.

I buried my head in the duvet to see how well-dressed I was. I was shocked the moment I realized that I was just putting on panties.

I panicked and screamed. He woke up from his sleep.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Your husband,” he answered coldly.

I remember his face from the bar. What I didn't understand was how I got into his bed.

“What do you mean by “my husband?”

“We are married, in a lawfully legal way,”

“Wait wh…. What,” I stuttered in confusion.

He stood up from the bed, revealing his straight legs and well-built upper part of his body. I stared at him from his legs upward until my eyes got stuck on his fresh thighs. My eyes moved slowly. Stamping their effect on his skin, I swallowed hard and got stuck staring and admiring his genitals shape through the coffee brown condom boxers he had on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, handing over the papers in his hand to me.

“Here are our marriage papers, signed by both of us,” his voice blazed with confidence.

My mouth became watery, craving those inviting and mouth-watering n*****s of his.

He snapped his finger to my face.

“Check the document,” he gestured.

I took a quick glance at the papers before me and I found my boldly signed signature on them.

Huh…I signed audibly, I guess morning had come, and the alcohol was wearing off, while reality came banging into my face,

“What have you done, Val?” I asked myself over and over again, running my fingers through my hair, but there wasn't any answer coming.

“Did we?” I finished the question with a signal and hoped that he understood.

“What do you mean by ‘’did we?” he asked, pretending to have no clue of what I was asking him.

“Did we have s*x?” he asked reluctantly, “Is that what you mean?”

“Yes we did, ain't that what couples do on their first night?”

“I was drunk…,” I glanced at the document to see his name, “Brad...ford, Bradford,”

“You didn't seem that way to me, when you were agreeing to marry me you were so excited.”

“We made love, and your groanings were audible and ecstatically soft. I loved the sound of those sweet moans,”

I looked at him with so much disbelief.

“And OMG! I didn't expect you to be that tight,” he said coldly.

Myself and my boyfriend, no, my ex-boyfriend, have not been intimate for eight months now because I have chosen to be a celibate. Probably that's why he left me for a richer girl who had money and good s*x to offer him.

“Why would Diana allow me to do this?” I muttered under my breath.

“Diana, right that's her name, the lady you were together with at the bar,” he cuts into my talk.

“She tried to stop you though, but you made it clear to her that you were in full knowledge of what was happening and that your mind was made up, and it was me you wanted to marry.”

“After several attempts to stop you from signing the papers, she gave up. I mean, what can she do? After all, you are an adult with the sole right to make choices.”

I cannot believe I did all that, and why on earth will you just get married to a stranger, someone you know nothing about a vague thought flash through my head.

“I can sue you for r**e, hope you know that, right?”

He chuckled,“ you are my wife, read my lips WIFE,” he stressed.

His hoarse, heartwarming voice echoed in my head. Irritated by the sounds of his voice, I cannot believe that behind those good looks was a mannerless, crude and mean character. Indeed, character is personality.

“Who gets married to someone they barely know? Someone they met in the bar? Who does that?”

“You and I,” he answered immediately without a delay of seconds, as though the words were hanging around his lips, waiting to be said.

“Do you think that this is a joke?” I asked, anger swelling inside of me.

“I cannot be married to you just like that, I cannot be stuck in here with you for how long, I don't know,” I continued.

“You should have seen the duration, it was boldly written on the paper, or didn't you read it before signing it? Incase you skipped the duration part, let me do you the favor, so you can prepare,”

“It's a lifetime,” he announced.

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the word.

“Wh…what?!”

I gasped for air and pulled myself out of bed, wrapped the duvet, and quickly picked up my dress on the floor.

He dragged the duvet off my body, revealing my nakedness,

“Why wifey? Are you shy of your husband?”

“I have not only seen them, but I felt the warmth and tenderness in those succulent boobs, just the sight of them alone made me want suck those n*****s ,” he said, gesturing his fingers round my body.

His touch disgusted me. I crossed my arms on my chest, protecting my body from his skin-burning looks.

I need to leave this house now, I quietly and calculatively thought.

“Come to bed wifey, it's still too early.”

“Don't you go to work?”

“I am on honeymoon break.”

“Well, I have work.”

“What work?”

“I work, and I need to start getting ready to go to work. My firm knows nothing about this crazy marriage, so, unlike you, I'm not on honeymoon break.”

“Besides, there's nothing honey in this.”

“Oh, pardon me, now I remember, you have resigned from that job, because no wife of mine will work. The only work you are permitted to do as my wife is to take care of me and me alone.”

My eyes opened wide in surprise.

“I what? What do you mean by “I resigned?”

I am obsessed with working, because it's the most effective distraction I get in the midst of my chaotic life. I know I wouldn't dare mess up with the work that feeds me and pays my bills.

“I sent your office your resignation letter,”

“You will do no such thing.”

“Done already,” he said with zero remorse.

“Did I commit any sin, that you have chosen to make the remaining days I have left for me on this planet miserable for me?” tears welled up in my eyes as I talked.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring, my eyes beamed with surprise as I realized who the caller was.