FORBEARANCE

It's been a year since I've been wedded to Marco Fernando, once the most eligible bachelor and still the young hot multi billionaire everyone lusts for. They all gossip about why did he get married to me, the daughter of a millionaire who is a #slut #w***e #uglysnob. I scroll pass the hateful comments once more and gulp down the last of my wine. I didn't chose to marry him but it was my father's decision,I couldn't go against, it was either him or my dads best friend who's a overweight pervert. After taking a steamy shower I made my way to the kitchen to heat up Marco's dinner knowing the exact time he'll come in,I've been doing this for a year so I got use to everything. Placing his dinner in the microwave he walked in all dress up in a grey jacket suit and a white button up shirt, he doesn't like ties so he stick to his bow ties. His ice blue eyes are like the glaciers, ice cold with no warmth, yet they held a glint of mischief, his dense black hair had a textured quiff with a faded beard outlining his faultless features. He's early tonight which is the first, I took out his dinner and place it on the table along with his favorite wine, he pull off his jacket with a huge sigh before seating himself at his usual seat and eat in complete silence. I'm surprise he didn't bring in another w***e tonight, yes I'm married to him but we both agreed to a open marriage, I'm only doing this because of my father's greed for money, just married him for two years and when the contract is up I can dump his ass. I took out a medium size bucket of ice cream with some chips and sat in front of the tv, he never complains about what I do he made it clear that he doesn't care and it doesn't bother me. I glanced at him at the corner of my eye, he was staring at me with a intense gaze is it because I'm dressed like a teenage nerd?. "Hope your ready for tomorrow night" "No. I'm not" sigh "I don't see the point of going" He stare at me hard "Your my wife you have to be there" "Yes, the show must go on" I mocked I took in a scoop full of ice cream without breaking my stare from the tv "I can't wait for this damn contract to end!" He grip me by the arm and pinned my to the wall "I don't care if you like it or not this was done to keep your  father from being bankrupt" His words are harsh yet true, my father was about to be bankrupt because of his drinking and gambling problems. I push him a way from me "If you dare put your hands on me again I'll-" "You'll do what!!!" He laughed insanely and palmed me by the throat slightly. He has never laid hands on me before, gripping my throat is what he likes to do. "I'm not the kinda of man you can play with" Breaking from his hold and railed pass him. "You are the worst man I've ever met in my life!" He laughed as if this was all a game and he was indeed playing me. I watch his lips curved into a mischievous smile as he took off his shirt revealing his hard tanned abs, my eyes then diverted to the thin line of hair that trail down to his crotch, his V line is thick and very visible as I imagined many times in my dreams, I watch him raked his hand through his hair letting me know he was definitely teasing me. He's a remarkable creature that I always find attractive, just his smirk gets me sloppy wet, his voice gets me weak in the knees, sending the strands of my neck standing right up, I could feel the pool of heat building up between my thighs and I know for sure he senses it too. I took up the ice cream and place it back in the fridge. "Your hot and bothered my little wife" "Obviously, but don't worry I'll call Ryan" I don't know who's Ryan I'm just saying this to play along this game I've been playing for a year. -- The auction was loaded with rich billionaires from across the state, some I know very well because of my father's connections. Marco place his hand on my small back and pretend to be the loving husband he's not. The bold red laced sleeve dress, hugged on to my little curves as it flowed to the floor with a exciting yellow hemline,the small designer cut ending right below my bosom exposed my firm tiny boobs while a slit ran from my right thigh down,attracting preying eyes to my long rosy-pale thighs. My straight black hair with chestnut highlights had wild curls which coursed down the center of my back. I'm not a expert on hair but I did try. "If it ain't the loving couple" Mitch was the kind of guy who didn't believe that our marriage was real (even though it isn't). He's always looking for some negative rumors to spread, he never liked the fact that Marco and I are together. Let's just say he had a high school crush on me, Mitch's black hair grew to shoulder length since the last time I saw him, that old military -fade, faded away with his dream of becominng a solder. Mitch and I aren't different when It comes on to family, his father forced him into the law firm instead of supporting  his dream. Mitch grew bitter over the years , his green vibrant eyes are now full of hate. It will take a great amount of self development and Mental strength  to change his bitter mindset. "Hi Mitch" disgust crawled over Marco's face when I hailed Mitch with a flirty tongue. "Its nice to see you again Ambrose" "Its defiantly not nice to see you" Marco spat before stepping pass him with me not far behind. He's always like this and now you know the reason I don't have friends,he took a next glass of wine and gulped it down instantly. He pull me close to him bracing his bulge against my ass while his free hand snaked around my waist. "Things are gonna change my little wife" his hot breath hit against my ear as he rocked me to the rhythm of the slow music. I swallowed hard "Things have already changed" "No they haven't" he pecked me at the neck and turn me around to face that devilish smile plaster across his lips, he was taller than me but with these heels I was on his height, eye to eye,chest to breast and nose to nose. I can see all his perfect features,I want to kiss him right now but what if he doesn't kiss me back,I bite the insides of my checks and flash my eyes all over the place but they still mange to land on his lips. "How many men have you been with since our marriage??" The question knot the very breath at my throat, leaving me speechless. "That's none of your business" He nibbles at my neck "Are you sure?" "Yes-" "Ambrose is that you!" "Faith..its nice to see you again " She looked just as before, her long curly blonde hair is now straight as her figure, her hazel cat eyes examine me from head to toe looking for a fault. I must admit she has the same sluty  attitude, she would brag continuously about how terrific Marco is in bed. "Marco your looking sexy like always" she pat him on the chest, smiling like the strumpet of the night. "Faith if I knew you were going to be here I would have stayed home" I sighed "I just can't stand a bone in your body" Where is this sassy attitude coming from? "Don't mind her she's a little drunk" Marco assured her before dragging me into a dark hall, pushing me against the wall. "Are you f*****g high!!?" He whisper yells "I'm perfectly fine, thank you for asking" I hissed sarcastically "What?, you expect me to hug and kiss her?" "I'll get Carlos to take you home" He brought me to the car and push me in shutting the door hard, he was angry and so am I. "Carlos take her straight home" Unlike him Carlos was a man who understands a woman "The usual?" His voice was young and charming "Yes" It wasn't long before he pulled up at our regular club,we always come here on nights like these. We took our usual VIP seat and told the bartender to keep the liquor coming. "So who is he gonna be laid up with  this time??" I laughed at Carlo's question and kept quiet for a while "I think he's back with Faith" "She's not a bad one" "I guess, I'll have to admit she is looking good" I took off my heels and fold my thighs on the long couch resting my head on Carlo's shoulder. He's always here whenever I need a shoulder to lean on, his brown hair looks radiant under the lights,  hazel eyes had huge specks of humor and love. "I thought I told you to take her straight home!!!!!!" I look up at Marco who had red in his eyes with Faith standing right behind him. At this point my mind is still in a rebellious state, just seeing Faith upsets my spirit. Faith, such a nice name for such a ugly personality. I guess she loves being the one enjoying someone else's husband, Marco is no better, I know it's an open marriage but still he could've kept that, poor example of a woman to himself. I hate myself for having feelings for the likes of him, the year I spent with him, I watched him from a distance, hoping he'll recognize me other than the person who cooks for him. Marco grabbed me by the arm, dragging me roughly from Carlo's side. He's furious and I don't see the reason why, I can be at any man's side. I'm not ranting about why Faith is with him,so why is he acting like this?. I stumbled back a little when he release me to punch Carlos in the face,who didn't even fight back. With his jaw clenched and his nose flaring he pulls me to his side, holding a firm grip round my waist. "Out of all the men you could find to be with, you chose the f*****g driver!!!" "I'm allowed to be with who I want, do you see me complaining about that b***h you have with you!!!!—NO!!" I felt a rush of braveness tearing through my body, his stare was hard but emotions makes me fearless "That doesn't say one s**t!!" He lift my chin up with his thumb "Open Marriage or not Ambrose, You still belong to me" Giving him a disgusting stare, I tilt my head  away from him "I know you're a monster, but I didn't label you as unjust" He grabs me once more and flung me over his shoulder. How the hell I didn't notice the crowd of people watching us?. With their cellphones out videoing and taking pictures. He carried me to his car and tossed me in the back like a suitcase only packed with one pillow. He starts the engine and keeps his feet on the gas,the tires scream as he sped away. "I hate you!!!" I yelled from the back seat "Shut the f**k up before I make you!!!!" "You have no right, to come in there and embarrass me like you did" throwing my hair up in a messy bun, my heart raced "Aren't you forgetting your plaything!?" "She'll find her way back and don't you mentioned nothing about being embarrassed-" He chuckled "Embarrassed" he mockes "You have no Idea how you've embarrassed me over the past year" "You deserved it!" He took a fast turn causing me to slide to the other side, hitting my head against the bulletproof window. "Ahh, Are you out of your damn mind!!!!" I rubbed my temple and stare at the side of his face. He pulled up at our so call family home and drag me to the large porch like a dog on a leach, he then opened the door and toss me on the huge couch. "So you can lay and flirt with other women in public but I can't!?" Kicking off my heels I stood up to him "You're unbelievable, I'm not gonna live in your shadow anymore, I'm gonna be with who I want and where I want!" Marco laughed insanely "I dare you to try" He left the room and went up stairs while undoing his buttons, The video of what happened at the club have already gained a thousand views and it was just posted. I touch the comment section and race my eyes over the bashful comments. Should I cry over this?. No I've been through worst after all I live with Marco Fernando, what could be worst than that. I made my way to my room and strip myself naked after closing the door,Marco and I don't even sleep in the same room much less the same bed. I walk to the adjoining bathroom and took a quick shower. My mind instantly told me to call Carlos, to see if he's okay. "Hello" "Carlos are okay, I'm sorry-" "It's okay,I totally understand—am I gonna get fired?" He didn't even give me the opportunity to fully apologize, he was more concerned about his job. "Hell no,you work for me not him!" He sighs "That's a relief" "How's your eye??" "It's colorful at the moment, I have to admit, your husband can throw a punch" I laughed not because of what he said but how he said it,this is why I love to be around him,he makes me laugh. ---- The morning started out with my phone buzzing like a thousand times, I lazily retrieve it from my night stand and slide the screen open. People were commenting none stop about the video from last night, the last time I got so many comments was the time I slapped Marco at his Gala.That was a night I'll never forget get, I have never b***h slapped anyone before and to be honest it felt good. I jumped out of bed and took a quick shower,I got dressed in some  leggings with a tank top before I made it down stairs. "What the f**k!, did you see the video?" He slide his phone across the kitchen counter,displaying the current memes. "Obviously" I rolled my eyes while pouring out a glass of orange juice. "People are calling you a strong dominant man-" sipping the juice I eyed him "-And I am the cheater rich b***h" "What the f**k is she doing here!?" I asked, staring at Faith as she walked down the stairs in Marco's shirt from last night. "Taking your place" she hissed under her breath With my quick reflexes, I toss the glass of orange juice in her face and flung the empty cup at Marco, who dodges it swiftly. "Oh I see—your yelling at me for hanging out with Carlos, yet you have that b***h walking around like she owns the place!!" "She just stayed the night" "Save it, she needs to leave before I f**k her up with a frying pan" Taking a huge sigh I gave up "Fine I'm leaving" I've been walking for about two hours,I didn't bring my phone so I couldn't call Carlos to pick me up, my feet hurt so badly because I'm barefooted, I could feel every grain  along with the warm asphalt. The hunger just started to kick in, I regret leaving my breakfast but I don't empty my drink in her face. Its hard at times to believe that I have feelings for him,a man that treats me like s**t, I should probably get a award for the worst wife in the world, I may not have the perfect marriage but sometimes I pretend that is. The sky above me darken, the sun is just slightly  hiding behind thick clouds, its going to rain anytime soon and I don't know where I'm going nor do I have a umbrella. I wish could just catch a cold and die, its better than living this lie. I can't even get my own husband to look at me, not even to touch. Contract marriage or not I have always thought it would turn out to be like those cliché w*****d books I still read, I wasn't expecting him to force me to sign a open marriage contract. I couldn't be enough for him, I couldn't give him the pleasure or satisfy him the way Faith and his other bitches could. The rain came down hard, the smell of the rain hitting the hot dirt smelled like something I would defiantly eat. I looked at the road ahead there were no shops, shed, or a dilapidated bus stop for me to shelter. I stood still for a while and look at the sky above, my granny use to say that the rain is a shower of blessings. Just a pity that my Aunt Vivian killed her off, I watched her suffocate her with a pillow in her sleep, everyone knew granny was loaded and that her death could grant them riches, but I guess granny was taking too long to die so she had to hurry up the process. The f****d up part about it is,they never caught Aunt Vivian, her fake tears got her off the hook along with the evidence that had her finger prints on it  (That's exactly what I said her husband is a big Lawyer so he got her off the hook) She killed granny for no reason because granny had already willed everything to my dad, her golden boy. My dad wasn't all that terrible, he was the perfect son, but every wife he had been through took a piece of him. "Get in the f*****g car!,this instant!" Ignoring him, I kept my thoughts going. Why the hell did come after me, it makes no sense to have me around if he has Faith. "Ambrose I am not joking!" He reached over and open the front door for me to get in "You're going to catch a cold, lets go home and talk this out" "Catch a cold" I moked "I've been in the cold ever since I married you" He sighs "Ambrose I'm begging you to get in" I got in shutting the door behind me,I didn't go in because he told me to. It was because I'm lost and it was raining none stop. He took off his jacket and hand it to me "Are you drunk again!?" I slapped him across the face "I don't have a drinking problem!" He raised a eyebrow"Its not the first tine you've slapped me but tossing that glass at me was new" "And its not the first time you've talk such bullshit about me!" "I'm sorry, can we go home now?" "No please drop me off at my condo" He stop the car and palm my throat gently "Ambrose don't push your luck" his nose touch the side of lower cheek "We are going home"