Between Love and Hate

Welcome to the world of Between Love and Hate. I hope you enjoy it. I am a fairly new author and my story is unedited, so please bear with me, there will be mistakes. Kindly point out any issues you pick up: 1. There will be some mature content throughout the book. 2. I love happily ever afters, so the hero and heroine will end up together, but I will try to make the journey as interesting as possible. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shame filled her as she moaned in pleasure, her body pushing back as Alex pounded into her. She could feel the anger coming off of him in waves. The anger in very thrust into her body, in the rigid way he held himself away from her body. Layla cried out for him to stop, but they both knew what those words really meant, that her stop really meant harder, so he gave her what she really wanted and the first orgasm raked through her body. He continued his relentless pace, going harder than before. She was now even more sensitive and every thrust sent a delicious bolt of pain throughout her body that she loved and craved from him. Layla felt her second orgasm building and from the heavy breathing behind her she knew Alex was also close. He withdrew from her and she cried out in protest. He turned her around so she could face him, his usually green eyes were dark, he was no longer the gentleman that the world saw, every ounce of civilization had left him and in it's place was left the beast. She knew he hated this part of himself, but she loved it. They stared at each other, hearts racing and for a moment there was something beyond the fire that was always burning between them. Layla moved closer, wrapping her legs around Alex and pulling him closer. Not surprisingly, Alex looked away, breaking the moment. He pushed back into her, taking her hands into one of his, and continued his relentless pace. All thoughts left Layla even as she reached her peak, and she cried out as she rode the waves of the pleasure only he could make her feel. He followed behind, groaning his release. Layla's heart broke a little when Alex quickly withdrew from her and rolled away. It had been weeks since he had moved away from her after s*x as if she had some contagious disease. She watched as Alex stood up and slowly moved around the room picking up his clothes that they had thrown carelessly across the room earlier. Alex unhurriedly dressed without a glance in her direction, the earlier urgency that had seemed to push him away from her gone. Things between them in the last couple of weeks had been better than ever before and Layla had been hopeful that maybe they were finally getting along better, but now there were back to were they started. Layla closed her eyes, her chest heavy as she turned to look at the folded envelope on her nightstand. This was not the way she had hoped the evening would go but, like always, she had gone too far to get a response from Alex and said things she shouldn't have. Layla knew she shouldn't be as disappointed as she was. She should have expected that they would end up fighting. Most of the time, it felt like they were both chained to a bomb, one wrong move and boom, they either fight or have s*x. Tonight should have been the beginning of their bright future, but now everything is ruined. Tears pulled in her eyes and Layla bit her lips and moved her hand to her mouth curling into herself. She hoped Alex would quickly leave as tears started rolling down her eyes. Silent tears, turned to quiet sobs until she was sobbing uncontrollably, shoulders quavering. She felt Alex hover over her, a hand lightly touching her shoulder. She knew he probably didn't know what to do with her, but she couldn't bring herself to stop crying. "Layla?" She hated the question in his voice, as if he couldn't understand why she was crying. She loved him with everything inside of her, had given herself to him, holding nothing back, and ever since him there had been no one else in her life. It was her fault he didn't know . Pride had made her withdraw the truth from him, made her flaunt her imaginary lovers in his face, and now it was impossible to take back all the things she said to him. All her life she had struggled to rein herself in, be as lady-like as everyone had expected her to be. She had finally done something right when she married Alex. Her family and all the people around her approved of him. Life should have been perfect for her. This was supposed to be her time. Layla Balack had finally pulled herself together and was doing better than everyone had ever thought she could. But she should have known better, everything was now just a big fat mess. "Layla dammit! I thought this is what you wanted." he shouted at her. She couldn't stop the whimper that came out of her mouth. Through her tears she saw the way he ran his hand through his hair, his eyes darting everywhere, saw him as he leaned next to her on the bed. "Did I hurt you babe, was I too rough?" even as he said this, his hand slipped under the sheets parting her legs, her thighs were sticky and wet with their combined juices. Alex hesitated, he was a neat freak, always washed after s*x and the one time they had s*x in his room he had changed the sheets afterwards. Even now, she can still remember the shame and embarrassment she had felt after the encounter. She got very wet during s*x and there had been a large wet spot on the bed. She had stood there shoulders slumped, eyes downcast hoping the ground would swallow her when she had tried to help put on the new sheets. Alex had let her, but then came to her side and redid all she had done. Somehow it had been ten times worse. This time he surprised her and his hand continued parting her folds and gently stroking her. She knew she should tell him to stop but she couldn't. The more everything went crazy around her, the more her need for him intensified. Despite herself, she found herself moving towards him, desperation for any contact with him. Her tears fell harder even as she parted her legs to give him better access. She lived for the pleasure he could give her. She knew what he thought of her, could see it in his eyes whenever they were together, his eyes looking over her body looking for signs of other lovers. The last time he had accused her of cheating on him he had been away for 2 weeks on a business trip, she had kept him up the whole night and he had called her insatiable and then told her no one man could surely handle her. The words had been innocent enough, but it was the way he said them. The underlying accusation in his eyes hurt her. Shame was now a familiar companion ever since she had married Alex, destroying her confidence. "I am", hiccup. "Alex, I am pregnant" The hand pleasuring her stopped and withdrew. Layla watched as Alex stood up and moved away from her, body stiff. Layla watched as he opened his mouth as if to say something but then close it. Layla guessed he most likely wanted to ask how, but the truth is they had never been too careful when they were together. Too many times they had foregone caution, surrendering themselves to the pleasure. "It’s yours , the baby" Layla added, moving to sit up on the bed and covering herself with her sheet. She waited for some response from him, but he continued looking at a point behind her, his face was devoid of all expression as usual and she couldn't gauge his mood. "I talked to our doctor about a DNA test and he said it’s possible, so if you want..." Alex turned at her words and looked at her, one eyebrow raised. Layla held herself still under his gaze. "You did say the baby was mine, didn't you?" A bitter laugh left her mouth. "And you are going to take my word?" She asked in disbelief. Alex chose to ignore her question just like he always ignored things that made him uncomfortable. "I think we should just take one anyway, God knows your mother will demand one" At the mention of his mother, Alex let out a sigh. Taking a deep breath, she decided to keep quiet about his mother. She had done nothing but try to be the perfect daughter-in-law, but nothing ever pleased her mother-in- law. His mother wanted Alex to marry Cassandra Philips but he married her instead. Alex's mother had never forgiven her. "Have you told my father?" The resentment in Alex's voice was obvious. Their fathers were best friends. Alex's father was also her godfather. A couple of months back, Alex and Cassandra had broken up, to everyone's surprise. She and Alex had met by accident a few weeks later. One too many drinks and they fell into bed together. The s*x had been amazing and that was the start of their affair. The affair got out and Alex's father and her father had heard about it. Alex's father had been over the moon about the relationship and had made it obvious if Alex married her, he would give him full control of his company and stop interfering. Her father had been so proud of her and she had been so in love with Alex that when he calmly suggested they get married she had agreed and even foregone the big wedding that she had always wanted for a quick elopement. They got back married. Everyone was disappointed to miss the wedding but excited for them. She had honestly thought Alex would be happy. Of course she hadn't been foolish enough to think he was in love with her, but had definitely thought she could be a way better wife than Cassandra and he would come to love her in time, but it now seemed she was more stupid than she thought because it was now obvious Alex hated her and felt like she had somehow organized with his father to trap him. "No, I thought you would like to be the first one to know." "Hhhhmmmmmm" He looked at her as if he was going to say something else , but then stood up and finished dressing. Instead of leaving as Layla suspected Alex would, he just stood there saying nothing until the silence became uncomfortable. "Is there something else?"  Layla asked, wanting him to leave. Alex shook his head, moving towards the door. “Are you sure?” He finally asked. “That the baby is yours?” Layla asked bitingly. Alex let out another long sigh, running his hand through his hair and then turned and left, closing the door softly behind him.