Chapter two.
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Ariel and I turned, and my world stopped rotating for a moment.
From that moment, everything changed. I was trapped.
He was there.
Alexander Grey.
My husband.
The man my heart beats for, even though it was glaring that I meant nothing to him.
He didn't cling to me to ask how I was faring after losing my baby, he stood inches away as always….with Tonia Marcus, his hand thrown over her waist like a queen next to her king.
"Mother, you can leave now. I'll take it from here."
His voice was calm, and commanding slicing through the room like a blade.
The last time he spoke to me in that tone was the night before I transferred my inheritance to him.
I remembered vividly, the memories never left no matter how hard I tried.
Alexander kissed my feet, promising me he would take a bullet for me if it meant losing me.
He whispered sweet loving words to my yearning soul.
If only I were calm enough to see it was all a facade, a game and I was the main target of both ends.
His mother obeyed without hesitation—like I was a child they were trading shifts to babysit.
I ignored him and sat on the bed, watching the whole thing like a television series and yes his secret lover Tonia stood at a corner parting her lips.
My eyes were darting, patiently waiting for answers that would never come.
My throat burned as silence stretched between us.
I wanted to ask why?
Why was she here?
What happened to my baby while I was unconscious?
Alexander's gaze was cold, like he felt no emotions for a woman he constantly spread her legs wide almost every fourth night while he professed love to me.
I was that woman he swore to do right by, in the darkest of nights with just us naked after making love.
I stood there, frozen, as Tonia planted a soft kiss on his lips, her fingers romancing his face seductively and he smiled at her.
"Alex…" My voice cracked, softer than a whisper.
He didn't even flinch.
"Go clear the bills, babe. We're leaving soon," he murmured to her instead, his tone dripping with affection. He smacked her ass lightly, and her heels clicked away on the marble floor until her laughter faded down the hall.
That was the same way he would slap my ass, kissing me at intervals with flour all over our faces.
How time flies.
Alexander turned his head slowly, eyes locking on me like a predator sighting weak prey. "Pack up your stuff. We leave in ten minutes." His voice was steel-cold, sharp, final.
I stared at him, stunned. My ears rang, my knees shook.
My whole body felt fragile….broken.
"Alex……I heard my baby". I stammered, my voice cracked like shattered glass.
"I …..could feel my baby….then I passed out". I swallowed hard, feeling that sickening wetness between my thighs, and I squeezed my gown close to my skin to hide what was left of my shame.
"The baby died inside you," he said flatly".
The ground tilted. My heart stopped.
"Died?" I choked. "Alex… I begged you. I begged you to save our baby…" I cried.
My voice cracked like glass shattering on concrete.
He adjusted his cufflinks. Straightened his jacket. Looked at me like I was something he wanted to scrape off his shoes.
"Alex"
"Meet me in the car in ten minutes," he said, turning away, every syllable slow and merciless.
"Or you find your way home."
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The drive home was the longest, I cried all through the journey while Tonia and Alexander sat close to each other planting soft kisses on each other and me.
Yes me.
I was a side piece, a wife of convenience, whose feelings didn't matter.
"Get down". Alexander ordered intruding on my thoughts bringing me back to reality. We were home.
I was startled not understanding the whole scenario.
I blinked"You're not driving in?".
"Get down, I can't drive in, I have a meeting to catch up with". Alexander said not taking his eyes away from his lover.
I carried the baby bag clinging it close to my chest, like I was meant to carry my baby.
The house felt quieter than it had ever felt, I had imagined coming back with my baby, to seek solace in breastfeeding her.
But all that was taken away from me, I didn't get to see what she looks like.
The dining area was a mess, plates stained with grease, empty wine glasses, and half-eaten pizza littered all around the place, and lipstick.
I looked away, locked myself in my room, and broke down totally.
I cried my eyes out that night, I cried for being a fool to a man who never loved me.
I exchanged vows with a pathetic liar, I cried cause I thought staying would spark up the feelings in him like the first night.
Squeezing myself into a ball, crying profusely with painful flashbacks hitting me like a heavyweight.
The night was long, really long.
"Sofia I love you with everything in me". Alex would always say to me, planting soft kisses all over me as I always giggled like an emotionally starved childild.
"I love you too baby". Kissing him hard, rubbing his already softened manhood, and him tackling me.
Our laughter always echoed through the room, with us sleeping in each other's arms like love birds till it was morning.
The rushing of water in the shower woke me up the next morning, my hair scattered, n****e protruding from my nightgown, semen all over the sheet.
It was our wedding.
"My wife". Alexander called out, and I smiled.
"Wife?".
"Baby, we are yet to sign our marriage papers and I am being called your wife". I corrected feeling butterflies in my stomach but acting tough on the outside, Alexander leaned over to kiss me.
"I couldn't sleep a wink last night, do you know why?" Alexander looked at me with his eyes looking like a burning sensation.
"Why?". I asked bothered.
"I was counting down the hours to having you as mine". He kissed me passionately, his hand slipping through my thighs and his c**k getting erect from just a kiss. Alexander kissed me, his hands rubbing through my whole body, planting hot kisses on my boobs, he gradually spread my legs wide, licking the surface of my already dripping p***y. I held onto the sheet tight, moaning from pleasure, he slid two fingers in with his tongue doing magic on my c**t.
I watched him do what he does best, his lips apart, sucking all of the juice that came out of my juicy pot.
Alexander pulled me down swiftly, I was kneeling facing his c**k, and he rubbed it against my face and cheek, l began to lick it, to pour my saliva on it, and swallow it all back.
I put the whole c**k in my mouth, gagging, making some more saliva. He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. He got a little firmer but not hard yet and so I had to hold it in my fist. I sucked and jerked gently, but he would not get fully hard. I began to lick his balls. I put them in my mouth. My chin rested on the place where his tail met his skin. The scales were slimy and hard at the same time. But his balls were delicious, like raw oysters."
Alexander flipped me over, my knees bent over and my p***y raised to the sky, dripping he pushed my leg aside trying to fit in…….
Ding dong.
The doorbell.
Alexander paused mid-air……..
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