Married To A Handsome Devil

I'm in Bed with a Stranger

I look up the exquisite and fancy ceiling. In disbelief, that I’m in bed with a stranger sleeping right next to me.

How does it all begin? That, I doubt if I’d be able to forget even though I suffer from memory loss.

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I was half conscious of my surrounding as I had just woken up from sleep when I discerned the voices that emerged from downstairs.

The unknown voice, both steep, and deep. It got higher per minute as though the person shouted at whomsoever he spoke to.

And till I heard my mother’s little voice barking back, probably at her peak, after the guttural tone of the guy could no longer be heard, I got up that instant and ran to her aid.

The guy was enormous. Not fat, not stout, just enormous.

I could not see his face as I came down the stairs. And my mom, after crossing gazes with me, signalled for me to go back upstairs.

“She is not around” my mom said.

The guy didn’t notice the gesture, but kept insisting that he sees me.

My mom wanted me to hide, but why on earth would she go to the extreme and lie about my not being here?

I was also curious as to why a man his size would argue with an old lady and wanted to know the reasons for his presence in a house that could hardly contain his physique.

But despite anything else, I wanted to see what he looks like.

“How may I help you?” I asked while descending down the stairs. My gaze, fixated on my terrified mother... She too must likewise be confused about the situation.

I walked to her side and sat her down in the parlor, all the while ignoring the elephant in the room... Literally.

“No matter what, do not take your ass off this chair” I tenderly told her, before leaving for the guy who had worn her out.

His expression was calm, as if he was not, just now, finished from an argument with a helpless old lady. “Get out” I order, uninterested in whatever it is he has to say.

To him, I look like a puppy. He could easily lift my body, and maybe even tempted to. His gaze, fixed on mine, and still, he had not moved a muscle.

“I said get-“ my eyes fluttered to see the figure now moving towards the direction of the doors.

His fragrance was expensively choking. It filled the room as he walked away. He had vanished without a glance behind as he exited the little house in comparison to his height.

That night turned into a sleepless one, nothing but him. The terrifying aura he possessed, his murderous look, and the fact that neither I, nor my mother, is certain of the reason behind the sudden appearance. Let alone we have no clue as to who he is.

What else can you call that except a nightmare?

I roll over and over on my bed before finally deciding to get up and rinse my face.

“Gosh, I look aweful” I groan while looking at myself in the mirror.

Raven dark hair tied in a scattered ponytail and a pale face suffering from dehydration.

I then proceed to take a cool bath to become less surpressed of the fear even though I still kept thinking of the guy and got terrified that he might be lurking just outside my house.

How did he first get in? Had he barged into the house?

“I don’t get his scent” I whispered, to make myself feel better... “I feel bad for the woman who will end up with that guy” I then chuckle at the thought before once more attempting to fall asleep.

Days turned into months, and close to 3 years now has passed and still no sighting of the guy. The memory of the mammoth, still fresh in my mind.

And as for my best friend, George, who kept pestering me to consider a relationship with him, before and after the strange man emerged, had finally gotten what he wanted.

A life with George. It had actually turned out great. He was not as distant as I thought he would be. But something in our relationship was lacking, and this, I kept to myself.

I had accepted only because of his persistence and how desperate he sounded at some point.

I was not willing.

He is a vague person and last on my list for a relationship. I easily got bored. And as complicated as it may sound, I know that with his average looks and stammering words towards any woman, he would never cheat on me.

I live for the thrill.

Unfortunately for me, I am not that heartless to end things with the poor guy. I feel for him ‘as friends would’, and nothing more. But just ‘as friends would’, I want him to be happy.

George once mentioned the “C” word, Commitment. And without getting an exact reply from me, he had moved on to wedding plans.

I was left in awe. Tried all my best to avoid his questions that kept coming like sleep during an orientation.

“So what do you think?” George asked after noticing how, for a really long time, I had been terribly silent, and with only him giving out suggestions.

I was far gone. My mind ventured on the what ifs, and only if. It ventured on meeting someone with an extravagant air. Someone I do not get into a relationship out of sympathy.

When George’s voice called me over and over again till it became clear enough to break me free of my fetish, I finally came back to earth.

To Gorge’s pitiful face.

“It all sounds great” I say with a fake smile plastered on my face. Fake enough to decieve him, but not myself.

“Everything sounds wonderful” I took his big palms into my little hands for an assuring squeeze.

It all went too fast. The wedding day I prayed to never come was now the next day. And that evening, I had wanted nothing but silence.

I turned my phone off, dressed in a grey bum shorts and a black inner wear. Despite the cold temperature outside, I never cared and went for the stroll.

It was time to look back on my life. On everything I wished to do but never did. All because I had put others before me.

To be angry or to regret, I am not exactly sure what to feel. But one thing is certain, I never took myself into consideration till now.

“The bride is to be resting in her room, getting back her fairness and blush” I chuckled as I did the contrary.

“I still have time to run from this fake life of mine” I bring up the suggestions. All which ends up with hurting and leaving George, and my mother who is excited, just as excited as the invitees for the wedding tomorrow, in pains.

“That is not what I want either”

And before I knew it, places became darker than the evening skies. I struggle in the arms of the person who holds a sack over my head.

“Let me go!!!” I yell in the peaceful neighborhood. Peaceful enough to seem like no resident would come out or care for the screaming lady.

As they enjoyed their peace so much that it would appear... if it is I who cause the disturbance, then let me be taken away.

Problem solved.

I was agressively shoved into a car after the person successfully blindfolded my whole face, tied both my hands to my back and mouth with what would seem like a rope.

This is no treatment for the bride to be, I say to myself.

It was a bumpy ride, I noted. I could hear the kids playing in the background and smelled the sweetness of the air.

“Goddamn!” I mumble as I felt a hand on my exposed knee.

It was not as big as George’s.

Do you really think an average man like George would plan a harsh surprise such as this?, I angrily ask myself after searching for an explanation and found none other than ‘George’s Big Surprise’

His hands slowly found his way to my thighs in a schemish way. For some reason, I kind of liked it.

Maybe because it had been a while... Or maybe because it is a stranger who does such.

With George, he kept things simple. Just kiss, some minute s*x and sleep. And sometimes an outing. But he had never taken his time to savour any part of me. Which was no fun.

Stopping his motions left me wanting more from the guy. My head was high, as though I was underwater and out of breath, but still hoping to get to the surface, where I would once more take in oxygen and swim back down.

It was risky of me to enjoy soemthing like this from a stranger. Especially when I am not even certain of his intentions.

I had let out low, and inaudible moans, before the abrupt halt and opening of doors on both sides ruined the moment.

The hands were no more, but a rather, harsh pull out of the car.

“Heyy!!!” I yell with a strapped mouth.

The sack on my head was finally removed and before me was the grandest mansion I’d ever seen.

Lights everywhere, from roof tops to cemented pavements. All bright and attractive.

From first glance would it look like a building that has no colour, but with a closer look, you could see it was painted grey.

How could I not notice the garden! As vast as it was, surrounding every corner of the mansion with a variety of beautiful and exotic flowers – marigold, tulip, nightingale, even lilies!- I exclaim in my heart.

All of which are my favourite. At night could one see their beauty.

I had forgotten to look at my sides as the captivating display took me by surprise. There were, at both corners of the entrance, two men in dark suit and shades.

They frowned with an expensive look straight ahead.

The one brown skinned, and the other, light skinned... The suits aided to tell how extremely fit they are.

“Where the hell am I?” My conscience brought my wandering thoughts back to the present ungrasped situation.

Seeing the effort I took to speak while being strapped, a shady guy let loose of the strap that kept me from speaking. And even after questioning once more, there was no answer.

Better being strapped, I thought as nothing changed even though I could now be heard.

After a short while of standing with five strangers, a guard received a phone call. All he had said was a simple “Yes sir” before the call ended.

“Bring her in”