TWO: The Wrong Lift
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RYAN'S POV
"Aahh!!! Aah!! R-RYAN... Oh my gosh... Slow d-down..." My better half was screaming at the top of her lungs
feeling me hitting on her uterine walls
harder and harder under me.
Fxck I love her so much... And damn she is so fxcking gorgeous!
Ruth Ryan Lewis, is the most beautiful
woman to have ever walk on earth... And
getting that woman as my wife is the
sweetest thing that god has ever done to me!
"Ahhh!! Ruth... fxck, I misse this so much..." I cursed and squeezed onto her bre*st pinching onto her n*pples and then mashed my lips on her b**bs, slurping and sucking on it even more hungrily.
"....." She didn't reply me... Just kept moaning louder and louder under me.
And soon, I filled her insides with my warm seeds as she lay there under me finished herself too.
I flipped myself over from her body and lay myself down next to her looking at her all tired and sweaty.
I felt tired and sleepy but looking at her
panting and sweat soaked face, she
fxcking shined in the sunrays peeping
through the windows, making her worth
watching.
I caressed my finger down her cheeks as
she looked into my eyes intoxicated too.
"Aren't you sleepy?" She asked slowly hugging her arms resting her head on it. She knew me, how I get so freaking sleepy after som hard banging.
But things were different right now....
"You're worth watching!" I mumbled caressing her soft while cheeks.
She kept looking at me for sometime there and then got up sliding the covers to her chest which were barely covering her perfect body.
"I am gonna go check up on Irene." She mumbled.
"Ruth...?" I tried to call out to her but she walked
away quickly down the hall.
She was still upset with me and damn, I
don't even blame her for that...
What I did, was terribly wrong and not only for Ruth... It should be hard for any woman to forgive her husband for what I did to her.
I should be lucky that she is still willing to stay with me and work this out between us.
A woman as gorgeous and sweet as her, she deserves better than me, and ofcourse she could get better than me.
I still don't understand... How did I ever
land myself to get to be her soulmate? I
don't believe in my own fate at that.
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Two Months Ago.
Rose and I were stuck in the heavy rain and snowfall in the fall of December.
Rose is my assistant
But we go way back than being just office companions.Rose was my ex girlfriend. The night I met Ruth for the first time, Liza broke up with me marrying the manager of the strip club
she was working in back then.
We were college mates, I was her senior
and she was an orphan, so in order to pay the education and the rent bills she started stripping.
We met at the strip club, I decided to
marry her, left my family for her and then
she left me and went out to marry her
manager.
I wanted to go back to my family but got
to know that after I left, a m******e took
place at my home town and my whole
family assets alongwith my parents were burnt down alive
Getting over everything was tough but I
had a friend by my side then..
A friend called RUTH.
And sooner or later I fell for her beautiful
face and her beautiful heart.
I asked her to marry me and she said yes!
And now, we have come long way to our
married life, five years... With a three year old little babygirl, Irene.
...And a junior Ryan on its way into the world.
.
.
We were working it out fine, she was
completely a dedicated wife and we had
this perfect life together.
From working our respective shifts in our offices, to hiring a babysitter to sit for Irene at home when both her parents were out at work.
Until the fall of December broke everything between us.
.................
With the sound of her teeth chattering in cold, Rose said, "Ohh... god.. It's so freezing out there today!"
She hugged herself closely looking at
the weather after her shift was over and
she was waiting in the shelter for a cab to arrive.
I was standing there waiting for the
receptionist to get my car keys from my
office there in the shelter too, as I forgot
to take them with me while I was leaving
from my office.
I could see her rubbing onto her shoulder to be able to cook some warmth to reach her soul in this chilling weather.
"Yeah... Who knew it would snow like hell after the kind of sunshine we had the last day." I said looking up at the sky and then again turned back to her, "You don't seem okay though? How are planning to head to your home, the
subways aren't going to run in the snowfall!"
"I'll take a cab or something... I'll manage!" She said freezing like that, chattering her teeth.
I felt really weird for her as my car keys
arrived with one of the peons from the
office.
"You know what?" I started off opening out my blazer and gave it to her, "Wear this, you'll feel warm with this on you!"
She took it on her herself as I helped it
around her body and she looked at me
surprised.
"And what about you?" She asked me.
"Well, there is a heater inside my car... I'll be warm in a couple of minutes." I replied chuckling and headed myself towards the parking lot from the shelter.
She looked at me, wanting to say
something but finally didn't and I didn't
even bothered to hear it anyway.
Going down the parking lot I sat myself
inside my car and the first thing I did was to turn on the heat.
Driving it up there I passed through the
shelter and saw her still standing there
hugging onto my windcheats closely.
I parked my car near to where she was standing and rolled down my side of the window peeking out of my car at her.
"Hey?" I called.
"Yup?" She looked at me.
"You know.. I was just wondering if you want me to give you a ride back home or something?" I asked trying to be helpful to the woman.
"Waiting for a cab could take hours in the stormy weather?" I explained further.
"Would you do that for me?" She asked a little unsure, but I could see through her desperation.
" Yeah, totally! Come on, hop in!" I said unlocking the doors and she quickly
circled over to the my car and took the
seat besides me.
..................
That lift, was the biggest mistake of my
life, and I won't ever forgive myself for it.
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