The Billionaire's Forgotten Vow

Chapter 5

Allen's POV

“Are you deaf? I said Take your clothes off!” I barked at Talia, who seemed to be lost.

She shook her head, “No, I don't want to do this," her voice calming out softly. “I think we should both calm down and talk about this tomorrow.”

“And why should I? You're already my wife,” I said, not acknowledging the whole drama at the church today. “You signed those contracts and said the vows.”

I undid my buttons, then pulled them away from me. I knew Talia looked familiar; however, I didn't know she was the woman they talked about. I had seen several pictures of her, but that was when we were younger. She looked different now, like a woman with sharper features.

Still above her, I took notice of the little things my eyes could see. The shape of her eyes, her freckles. My brain was foggy, and I couldn't seem to remember anything about us together; however, I could feel it there. They were all too alluring to let go of, and I couldn't wait to devour her.

I want to taste her, her skin, her lips. I want her sweet-flavored perfume all over me. I slipped my hands under her gown, caressing softly on her skin while she twitched. I bent over, kissing her on the neck while inhaling her smell. It was driving me crazy, and I wanted more of it. I reached for her panties, rubbing with my thumb while she adjusted herself.

“Virgin, maybe,” I thought. I would gladly break her out and make her bleed for me.

I want her to scream my name and beg me while holding me tightly. “Please…please, Allen,” she moaned. Her soft moan brought goosebumps to my body.

I kept touching her private part, and biting her ears while her moans filled the air. Precum wet my pants, and I rose to undo my pants.

“Please, Allen, let me go. I don't want to do this,” she begged.

I took a look at her pretty and innocent face, something stirred up in me, and I got up, buttoning my shirt. My mood seemed to have been ruined.

“If we've been together in the past, how didn't you figure out I liked s*x?” I started getting up, looking pissed. She said nothing as she got up.

After I had finished dressing myself, I turned to her, “Don't even think of leaving again, Talia. I will hunt you down.” She said nothing but blinked at me while I returned to the living room, where I welcomed my mother, Rose.

She got up immediately and spotted me, and so did Leslie, my younger sister.

“How could you mess up like that, Allen?” my mother began, but I walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “Skyler and I told you everything about her, and you still ended up marrying her.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I have Amnesia, mother, I didn't know she was the one, besides…” I gulped my glass of water. “I needed a wife to get grandpa's approval.”

“And you didn't see any but Talia,” she disproved.

“Words are out,” Leslie began, “They made headlines. The billionaire married a thief.” I sighed, “I'll call the press by morning, and try to rectify it.”

“By rectifying it, you mean lying to them about the marriage?” Leslie spoke up. I glared at her, and she got quiet.

“Good,” mother chipped in, “While you're at it, why not cancel that contract and make a new one with Skyler….”

I slammed my hands against the table, “Skyler is dead to me. I don't want any of you bringing her up again,” I yelled.

“How can you say such a thing? Her father has contributed a lot to your company, and this is how you want to repay him?” Mother shook her head disappointedly.

“I don't care about the contracts; you are getting married to Skyler.”

Silence grew amongst us.

“For goodness sake, her father owes you a million-dollar deal if you marry his daughter,” mother broke the silence, “Why now? Over some small issues which could be settled over the bed?”

I asked Leslie to bring me a cup of wine from the minibar, and she poured me a glass.

“By morning, I want her out,” Rose finally stated and began walking away with her stick, Leslie offering her a helping hand. I downed the wine while my head got filled up with everything that happened.

“ How did I come to marry a woman who betrayed me?” I thought, “Why can't I get Talia out of my head?”

A silhouette figure appeared out of the darkness. It appeared to be a woman, petite, and I likened her to Talia. She stepped forward, “Listen to your mother, sir. I'm not worthy of being in such a luxury you've offered,” she said softly, almost like she was trying to hold back a tear.

She put on casual clothes now, free from those big wedding clothes. “I only wanted to help my mom and my….” Her voice trailed off, "I only wanted to take care of my loved ones.”

I watched her, eyes scanning her features while I dipped into my wine.

“Permit me to go, Mr Blackwell. I'll pretend none of these ever happened,” she finished; however, I got up and reached for Talia.

My hands grabbed her chin, lifting them to my level. She held her breath and shivered under me.

I put down the glass of wine, then used my free hand to wrap her neck, not squeezing tightly. “Listen to me, Talia,” I breathed out, my voice cold, slicing through the air, “if I ever hear you say the word leave again.” I paused as I increased pressure on her neck.

Her hands reached for mine, scratching, trying to free herself.

“I'll make sure to kill you immediately I find you.” I tossed her to the side, and she fell, holding her neck and gasping for air." Even if you weren't my wife, I'll make you my slave for what you did to me.”

“There's no turning back on the contract, Talia. I own you.”