FORBEARANCE

CHAPTER THREE

Our bodies were against each other. His  eyes  never left mine, my ears and cheeks got red hot from his touch. Shaking  my head slowly from side to side, I pull from his hold.

"You need to leave"

He smiles "Fine, did you made dinner?"

"Yes, I'll heat it up soon" the moment  he left I jump in the first pair of  leggings I got my hands on.

I know for sure I smelled beer on him, there's no other explanation of him coming on to me like that. Making my way into the kitchen, he came down right after me shirtless. Keeping my eyes glued to the micro wave, I dare myself to never look at him, he came around the kitchen island and hop on the contour infront of me.

"Why are  you so scared to look?" He palm the neck of my sweater and pull me in between his legs "You wanted attention, so I'm giving it to you now"

Marco is the same as before, the first time we met I turned him down, he was good looking but he was older than me. That night I could feel his ice blue eyes watching my every mood, he waited for the perfect time to back me in a dark corner and kiss me without my consent. I was dumb then, I didn't fight back I just let him kissed me.

"Marco let me go" he releases  me  but didn't move from his spot, I place his plate of food beside him and reach for a fork "Here"

"You still love me don't you?"

"This thing between us is nothing but business and the lies you told "

"Lies I told?" He chuckles after swallowing "No matter how good your daddy raised you, you are the liest person I know Ambrose—"

"When I sat around that table with your father, gambling his last pennies away, he doubled the price for you thinking you are innocent—"

He bared me in between his legs again "We both know that wasn't true"

I did lie to my father about that, at the time I didn't know about his addictions  and I would do anything to prove I'm the perfect daughter he raised. That night when he asked I had to lie, I couldn't tell him the truth. Marco's dad and mine were against each other, I could never let him know that I opened my legs for a Fernando.

On my eighteenth birthday  my dad asked if I wanted to have a party, I told him yes with excitement. Everything about that party was great until Marco showed up and demanded everyone to leave. He told me that he brought a gift and that it might hurt a little.

I couldn't muster up any disapproval, he made me give in so easily after hitting all my  erogenous  spots. He made me feel real good but all that changed when the real flame was lit, He changed from making me feel good to making me scream and cry for help yet wanting more.

"Having a little flashback?"

"Let me go"

"Ambrose, do you remember what I said that night?"  He throws his hand around my  neck and lean in to my face "I told you exactly what I was going to do to have you, since your dare daddy didn't like my family name"

"Why go through all of that to have someone you are only playing games with?"

"Forbearance, Ambrose"

———

I sat at a local coffee shop and stare out the window. I've been watching this young couple for a hour now, they seem happy. I wish I was happy in love like them but not everyone can get a happy ending. I watch as the guy whisper in her ear making her burst out in laughter, I felt my self release a small chuckle as if I heard what he whispered.

They then entwine hands and stare at each other for the longest time before they engaged in a romantic kiss. I shut my eyes tightly not wanting to see what I'll never have, tasting jealously on my tongue, I lift the cup of French Vanilla to my lips and took a sip. I should be ashamed of my self for getting jealous, not everyone will feel love and wanted romantically by someone, some us are meant to be lonely and broken.

I took a small bite in my muffin, dusting the crumps from my hand and a little that fell on my jeans. I guess being lonely and broken is my happliy-ever-after, flashing my eyes around the coffee shop, my eyes landed on a woman in her early thirties, she was attired in a nice black dress suit and a pair of peep toe heels.

Using her hand to hold her head up she sipped her coffee in silence, her bun looked messy and loose as a few of her long brunette strands comforted her face, the bags under her hurtful deep blue eyes are visible from holding back her tears. Her pale skin now redden from her silent cry as she slipped off her wedding band, leaving it on the counter along with her unfinished coffee.

Swallowing the lump at my throat while fuddling the ring on my finger, I kept thinking about my  so call marriage, the hurt she's feeling came all over me.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?"

He was tall and slender with a little lean, raising his thick arched brows he stare at me with a straight face awaiting my answer.

"Oh, sure"

His deep grey eyes lit up with a spark of excitement as his small lips slowly coils in a smile,my spying eyes diverted to his work ID, his name is Benton Bromfield a lab engineer at Trident. I think its weird that I've pull up every thing in my head already, how am I going to start a conversation now?.

"What are you having?" He asked, confused on what to choose from.

"I'm having French vanilla with a chocolate muffin"

"Okay, I'll have the same" he pull up the sleeve of his long sleeve dress shirt, revealing a medium size star tattoo on his upper wrist.

Silence came over us and I couldn't help but feel nervous from the way he look at me when he steals glances, I wanted to start a conversation but unlike others I don't take rejection well.

"So,what a pretty girl like you doing here sitting alone,watching lovely couples be happy?"

How long had  he notice?

"I wasn't watching any couple, my eyes just wonder to different places sometimes"

"Okay if you say so, can I know your name since you already know mine?"

"I'm Ambrose"

"Beautiful name for a very sad girl" I look at him sipping his coffee, something about his personality was intriguing to me.

"I'm not sad"

"Deny it all you want Ambrose, I know your sad, any man with good eyes could see that"

Then I guess my husband is damn blind "Its okay to be sad" I sighed lowly

"I could tell by the way you were fiddling with you ring" he said bluntly

I raise my brow "Are you stalking me?"

"No, I was simply checking you out" he admit with a smirk on the corner of his lips

I chuckled "Well you made it sound creepy"

"I did, I wanted to see your expression" I held his stare and for a while but I didn't feel that love at first time thing yet am staring into his soul l.

"Can I take you out sometime?"

"As in?" I furrowed my brows in confusion

"I want to take you out on a date, but only if you accept"

"Okay, that would be actually nice" I know it's not going to be nice if Marco Finds out but at this point I  don't care.

"Yeah, just give me your number and I all text you"

We exchanged numbers before I left its just weird that he didn't ask me about my marriage, but then again maybe it doesn't bother him.

Things went from meeting a coffee shop, to texting, video calling and now small dates. Being around Benton cleared up all the bad air I was inhaling, When I'm around Marco.

I got to know Benton more, behind Marco's back I've been going out with him to the movies. Right now I'm out with him, we are parked on this hill under a huge tree. The sun is  setting and he kept looking at me, His hand made its way to the side of my face, our lips just a breath apart. Everything on the outside got locked of  because  of  the moment. He's about to kiss me under the sunset, a kiss that's going to be passionate.

"Yes do kiss him Ambrose, I dare you"

"M-Marco.....what are you doing here?"

He tilts his head looking at me with deadly eyes "Tell me that's rhetorical"  With his hands in his pocket and his head tilt back as if he's about to be possessed all I wanna do is run. The black unbuttoned jacket blew behind him as he stare at the clouds.

Benton look at me without fear "So this is him?" I nod slowly while trying to put some distance between us.

"Ambrose!" Marco shouts "Get in the car before I throw you in it" he look at Benton "Don't act brave, every hero dies"

I got in the car and he drives off, I couldn't look at him, I couldn't even speak. He jammed on the breaks and before I could look at him, he struck me across the face.

I cried out  the moment he grabbed my throat aggressively "Listen here wife, as of now the farthest place you'll go is to the pool, you hear me!!?"

"Yes!" I  cried while trying to soothe the pain at my neck.

I knew for sure that I felt asleep in the car, but now I'm in a really dark room, the only thing I can see is a still lit cigar glowing in the dark. My eyes adjust more to the figure sitting on a chair. Realizing that I'm in his room I got off the bed, my clothes are off leaving me in only my under garments, fresh ones to be exact.

"Get back into the bed, Ambrose" he flicked on the lights "Just. Do. It" he put out the cigar and got up from the chair only in his underpants.

I didn't what he said and got under the covers, he walks over to the bed "Wife you really pissed me off today, how romantic it could have been. If I wasn't on time, you would've f****d him right there to"

"I'm just following what you do, dear husband"

He laughs "Don't go bickering for another slap, I have plenty"

Looking him dead in the eyes with a mug, my mind traveled back to when he slapped me, I wasn't expecting it "Trust me Marco, the next time you put your hands on me. I'm going to fight back"

Marco got on the bed "The next time you f**k around like that, I might chain you to this bed and handle rougher than the last time"

Chills took over my body, the last time was hot and cold, the first and only time. He pull my back against his chest in a spoon position "How you cried today over a puny slap, shows how much of a cry baby you are. You wouldn't last a minute if we were about to get it on"

———

Marco enhanced the security system, the farthest I can go is the pool. The red mark on my cheek faded away nicely, Sophie wanted to come over but Marco did state that only his mother, brother and him should set foot on the property. I'm hungry since he left, the fridge is packed but I'm feeling for fast..

Picking up my phone I called him.

"Yes, wife?"

"I'm hungry" I complain

He hums softly "I know for sure the house is loaded with food, how can you be hungry?"

"I want McDonald's, I wanna go and get some" the call cut off when I mentioned going out.

Scrolling through my phone, I noticed where Faith comment under the video posted a month ago. She was exaggerating on Marco's strength or she describing me as light. I wasn't going to stalk her account but  what else should I do.

Her last post was a dark silhouette  of a man, captioned "Daddy". His jawline gave him away, those side features only belong to one man, Marco. I took a screen shot of it and send it to him

"I didn't know you had kids, DADDY"

The moment I texted him he video call, he sits elegantly  in his chair with his hands folded, I've only been to his office once and that's another messed up story involving Faith.

"No I don't have kids, you want to call me daddy?"

"I'll turn down that offer, can I leave to buy some McDonalds?"

"Ambrose grab a bikini and enjoy yourself at the poolside, since it's the farthest you are allowed to go"

MARCO'S POV

Catching  Ambrose with that if  i***t, nearly hit my breaking point. She knows that going exploring  with other guys is forbidden. Clustering her wasn't my intention but Ambrose determination to do what she please is hella strong. Her do what's told mentality changed when her father's bankruptcy spread out in the media, Ambrose's name was dragged across every social platforms that claimed she married me for the money. Little did they know that I'm the one who proposed.

I hanged the phone after reminding Ambrose her restrictions, It's simple if she want's McDonalds all she had to do was ask me to get it for her.

After leaving the office, I had a little chat with my brother before driving off. He was conforming if what mother asked for was true. I drove with my eyes focused on the road and my mind focused on the baby issue. What if I really get the chance to be a father, having  a little girl who looks just like her daddy isn't a bad idea, I still don't see myself as the father figure and what my mother asked for is a lot.

I pulled up to McDonalds and sat in the car for a while, Its been weeks since I got encountered with Faith.

Her hair danced with the wind, she looked happy coming out of McDonalds, in her hand she holds a take out bag and a cup of drink up to her lips. Causally dress in a nice grey track suit, she looks up and down the street  waiting for an uber.

I got out my car and walk up to her wondering, how am I going to approach such a disobedient woman?.

"I must say, you look splendid when you're breaking my rules"

Fixing her suprised eyes on me, she sighs "I'm starting to think you placed a tracker in me"

Shaking my head I got straight to the point "The car is waiting"

"Hold this for me please" I took the bag from her "In the mean time, smile for the cameras"

Paparazzi, they always seem to get her best side. "Why smile?" Taking her in my arms, I kissed her deeply, her fingers grab on to my jacket as her cheeks got red.

"I warned you what happens if the rules are broken, hope you enjoyed the kiss of death—" I whisper against her ear "—Which do you prefer, screaming like a banshee or muffled?"

I gave her time to think as I  drive, I remember trying my best that night to make it as romantic as every first time should be. After she got use to me being inside, I lost it.

"I–I rather a second chance" she says lowly

"Hmmmm, No"

Entering through the door of our home, I hold her hand incase she thought of running, leading her up to my room we got in and I lock the door shut.

"Marco, I just went out to get something"

Her talking and pleading is getting me irritated, I drag her top off and push her on the bed to get her bottom off.

"No panties, Im surprised" cuffing her hands the headboard of the bed I then restrain her feet as well. Taking out a brand new small vibrator from my drawer, I got on the bed.

"Marco, listen...listen" she gave me the puppy dog eyes "I'm sorry I disobeyed you"

Sucking on her breasts slowly, I treated them fairly. She look away from me and bite down on her bottom lip. n****e on her n*****s, I watch her body arch in pleasure.

Feeling how wet she is, I stroke her slit with my fingers teasing her more, touching her aroused bud with the vibrator, she squirm.

Entering the little vibrator slowly, she tug on the cuffs and moan. I got off the bed and retrieve the remote for the vibrator, I then took off all my clothes and turn up the gage to max before heading in the bathroom.

While taking a shower I could hear her screaming profanities and other  languages only someone in her position would understand. With a towel wrapped around me I sat in my favorite armchair and turn on the TV trying to find something to watch.

"Marco you b***h!!!!!!!!!" She growls "Oh my  god, f**k yes!"

I glance over my shoulder, her body is glowing with sweat, her sloppy nose reminds me of a kid and her teary face brought out the look more.

"Keep it down wife, I'm trying to watch something"

"Marco I'm gonna kill yo—Oh f**k I can't take I— I'm sorry—I'm so f*****g sorry!"

Chuckling with pure evilness I got on the bed "Ambrose, sweetheart  you caused this on yourself" I watch closely as her walls tightened around the little devil, her juices are everywhere.

"Damn that's a huge wet spot" I untie her ankles, the moment I uncuff  her wrist she grabs on to me shaking. Sliding out the vibrator I then place it on the nightstand.

"I'll get you some water for that dry throat"

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