The fiancee

Chapter Three

I arrive back home from the hospital on Friday morning after my late shift, which I literally covered for my colleague and immediately fell on my bed. It had been a really long night, the one that makes you so exhausted because you have been awake dealing with old people all night.

I'm just starting to doze off, when I hear a knock on the door. ughhh who is it now I sat up straight on my bed after a second knock. Probably not Dayle. Elyn doesn't knock and my mom and dad, why would… then my phone vibrates, interrupting my thoughts. It's a text from mom.

Will you open the door, Em?

I stare at it for a while, then getting off of my bed, stoss my phone on the pillow. I walk across the sitting room and open the door, to see my mom in all of her graces smiling so hard. “Hi mom” I say stepping forward, hugging her stiffly, smelling her new Gucci perfume which she won't stop talking about. I step aside letting her in. She smiles sweetly at me, eyes me for a second, then walks in and places her purse on the kitchen counter and stares back at me.

“Hi sweetie, how are you doing? I just came here yesterday, and you didn't come back home at all. So I decided to come back before i leave to Westlake this afternoon.” She says, glancing at me who is still at the door, walking towards her.

“I went to work, Ma. I had the night shift, and I actually saw your text late. I just got home and had no time to shower either”, I reply hopefully for her to stop staring at how my hair is sticking to different directions. I then walk and sit on the kitchen stool next to where she was standing. She walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge and takes out a container which I assume is the food she cooked yesterday and place it inside a microwave. Opening one of the shelves, she takes a bottle of wine which is already half way which she technically placed it there herself and she is the only one who drinks that when she stops by home. Takes a glass and pours wine into it. Who drinks wine in the morning, I thought to myself. Then turns back at me and leans on the kitchen table studying me.

“ You look tired” she says. “Is it because I'm not around anymore” she asks seriously sipping her wine.

“ You look gorgeous” I say grining. That's what I'm supposed to say. But honestly, she really does look good. Its bad enough I haven't taken anything from her interms of looks. The long glossy hair is just like Elyn's, mine is short. I cut it to my shoulders because it's hard to deal with long hair and even if i had to let it grow naturally it wouldn't have been long like hers. “And it's just work, Ma. I will take a break and come to Westlake instead”, I smile, and she smiles back agreeing to what I said.

The microwave beeps, she takes the food and places it on the small table in front of the kitchen, the one me and Dyle dine. She set the plates and instructing me to come sit. I then take a sit across from her at the table. I watch her as she serves macaroni mixed with beef and veggies on my plate.

“You should eat alot, I can see you have been sulking” she says taking a seat staring at me. “Eat” she adds.

“You really know how to make me feel like a kid” I reply laughing, a fork full of macaroni in my mouth.

“Of course you are still a baby to me silly! ”she laughs too, exposing the dimples on her cheeks. Speaking of you being a baby, Elyn says you are seeing someone“ she adds beaming, happily drinking her wine.

I smile widely just think of Dyle. ” Damn i didn't even tell her though", I think quietly.

”I'm proud of you“ she says smiling . ”At least this time round i will experience a real wedding, and maybe you can live in Westlake and rent this place.

”What do you mean a real wedding? Didn't Elyn do one?“ I say staring back at her. Picking some macaroni from my plate with a fork.

” Yeah she had one. Its just that we were not there. You were not around either. So it was more of a disclosed wedding. She did it at city hall. You know with everything going on, she preferred to keep it simple. “She replies eating for the first time since she sat down.

” mhm. I see well, I guess you will experience a real one this time” i reply casually, thinking that I might be the reason Elyn never had a proper wedding, because she was always with me at the hospital. I watch her, a fleck of mayonnaise on her plate is smeared across her beige fingernail. “But…” i wanted to ask about Elyn's husband but I couldn't.

“But what?” she says glancing at my side, waiting for me to speak.

“Who is this guy? Elyn’s husband? You have met him, right?” I said casually, so that she couldn't see how eager I am to know this mysterious man Elyn got married to. I stare at mom, only to find she was staring at me.

“You don't know him?” she asks a little shocked, as if I will know anything about him. Elyn got married while I was in the hospital fighting my demons. She couldn't even wait for me. That makes me wonder what kind of sister I have.

“how can i? I was in the hospital when they were getting married, you know..” I added

“ Yes yes” she lifts her glass of wine, then she puts it down. “I have met Elyn's husband twice, my husband is the one to know well they talk enough. I barely know him. His name is Taylor.” she laughs, which I assume the statement she just said hurts her. “Elyn has been distant for some time now. I don’t blame her. At some point I’m not a good mother to her. She adds in a low voice which is barely audible, and she drinks the remaining wine in her glass.

” You are the best mom of course. You don't say that again“ I say, not looking at her this time. I stand up clearing the table heading to the kitchen.

My mother leaves half an hour later, promising me next time she would force dad to come along to visit me, which I responded with a nod” go and rest up“ she said, giving me a hug.

I'm indeed so tired. I head back to my room, shower, change into my comfortable pants and get to bed. But I don't fall asleep soon enough. Weird thoughts run through my mind and I dont understand a thing. I wake up at the sound of someone knocking at my door. This time it's not a soft knock. It's a hard one. I'm scared the door will burst open if I don't go open it. I search for my phone and switch it on to realize its 4pm in the evening. God! I slept for a long time. My mother left at 11am, so it has been five hours or so. I hear another hard knock. I jump away from my bed, heading to the sitting room. Who might this be? I barely have any guests who are my friends. Especially on friday evenings where I'm supposed to be at the gym right now and maybe go out with a girlfriend. But lately everyone seems so busy to meet up. Most of my friends are newly married or mothered.

I unlock the door to find Dyle standing in front of me, looking as if he was being chased wherever he was. He hugs me as soon as he registers I am in front of him. I realize the air has become dense, still hugging me, he feels heavier than usual. And why is he here? Didn't he leave to Westlake.

”Em!” I hear him calling me in a low voice. I barely hear him. He stinks, then I realise he is drunk so drunk. How did he drive here? It's a one hour drive from Westlake to here.

“It was you, it was you who did it” he adds this time not hugging me but staring straight into my eyes.

“It was me? … what are you talking about, Dayle? I ask. I have never seen him this drunk. He is always the charming type, not anymore thou. He stares at me for a few minutes which made me realize we are still standing at the doorway. I help him balance himself and walk him on the couch at the sitting room. I close and lock the door. I watch him sit on the couch staring at the blank tv, what did I do?, which made him this drunk. I go sit next to him as he looks my way soon as sit. I switch on the TV to some movie which I don't even know. I feel his stare at me, and it makes wonder what he is thinking.

”Why are you so drunk? I asked hopefully. Maybe he is going to open up.

“I … was just tired. I'm sorry if I startled you.

”It's okay" i say smiling. Because he was willing to come see me on Friday, he never visit on Friday. Did he miss me? Of course he did, he wouldn't be here without a reason which made me smile even more. “How did you drive from Westlake that drunk?” i ask

“I never went back to Westlake . he says.

"Let me prepare some lemon juice, so you can sober up. You can't drive like that. I say standing up. But he stops me holding my hand in his. I look at him. ” You want me to get you something else?“ I look at him, waiting for his response. But he doesn't respond. Instead he pulls me back against the coach, which made me fall on top of him. I got startled, adjust myself to stand up again only to realize i can't move because he is holding me.

I turn around to face him. He doesn't look at me, as if he is conflicted. He is looking at my shoulders. Something behing my shoulder just caught his attention and I don't know what . Before I, realise what caught his attention, I feel his wet lips on mine. Without thinking, I kiss him back,. I wrap my hands around his neck. I don't remember how hungry we were for each other like this. Since the accident, he has been distant and I started to wonder if he has ever thought of breaking up with me or if he is cheating on me at some point, but this… this thing happening right now proves all my thoughts are wrong. I missed this about him his hungry kisses, his tongue, how it tangles with mine. His hands on my body. His low humming noise when he kiss me. ”Bedroom“ I said when I finally got to my senses.

He places me slowly on my bed. I now have a clear look at him, his messy hair, unbuttoned shirt revealing his toned chest proves that he is so hungry and needy of me and prove I am at his service. He leans at me again, his mouth on mine, his kisses wet and hungry. All I can do is hang on to him and let him consume me.

"Take your t-shirt off." His gaze darkens the longer he stares at me. Removing my hand from his, I nod, giving him permission. I thank the heavens that I didn't wear any bra underneath, the thought of it makes my face hot. He takes the sweatshirt off, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. I'm lying there on my bare chest, my n****e exposed.

Without warning, he bends down, dragging his mouth across one breast, his tongue darting out to lick the stiffened n****e. I let out a loud moan because this feeling was too much to bear. He lifts away, staring down at my bared chest. I could feel his fast breath. He stared at me one more time and undress himself very fast in a blink. Which left me in awe, mesmerized by what I see. Looking at him only to see him also staring at my face, I look aside with shame. I like s*x with all the dirty talk, but with him, if he chooses silence i go along with it. Breathing a sigh of relief when he returns his attention to my chest, his mouth everywhere, trailing fire wherever it touches, making me whimper when he pulls one n****e into his mouth and sucks it deep.I'm lost to the sensation of his lips. Pulling and tugging. His hot tongue licking. Circling.

He lifts his head from my breasts, “why is this so delicious?" he asks. I moan even louder than before smiling. ”I want you to answer Em!“ he asks again his voice getting deeper.

”I don't know“ it came out as a cry, a cry of pleasure, I reply my eyes closed. Then he suddenly stopped, Ire opened my eyes to find him removing his briefs, and there it was his thick, big hot d**k staring right in my direction. I blinked so fast and faced up to the dent. I could hear him chuckle softly. He is now in top of me, using his massive erection, he teases my c**t with it, rubbing it in tight circles, ratcheting up my pleasure. My entire body is liquid, loose and languid and completely out of my control, I'm melting into the mattress, completely undone. I lift my hips, wanting it to go deeper, but i know it won't till he wants it to.

"Jesus, do you know how f*****g sexy you are right now” he asks. I face him this time smiling to see him grinning.

“And do you know how hot you are on top of me like this?” I ask him smiling, my face burning, my body wanting more of him.

“Well.. The only way to find out” he says whispering down at my ear, his deep voice giving me goosebumps.

Without notice, he slips his erection between my folds and there he was inside me. I have never felt complete in my damn life like right now, all kind of sensations passing through my spine. His lips comes crashing down on mine. He kisses me with a ferocity I don't expect, and I drown in his taste, in his fierceness. His need. His erection still inside me, he starts slowly thrusting it inside me. He pushes it in further. A whimper leaves me, and I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me as he pulls his d**k almost all the way out before sliding it back in again.

In and out.

In and out.

"f*****g hot," he murmurs, his gaze on me. I can feel it even with my eyes closed.

I spread my legs wider, accommodating him. I'm wet and aching, and it's as if he's the only one who can take care of me. He's the only one who can fulfill my needs. He thrusts it inside me, pulling out. Pushing in. All I do is moan so loudly, tomorrow morning I will barely speak at this rate. This is all so good. So f*****g good.

“I want to make you c*m Em” he says his voice deeper. I can feel his fast breath.

“I'm almost there” I say silently eyeing at him, smiling. I begin to move with him. My hands in his hair, holding him to me as he devours my flesh. It feels so good, but it doesn't seem like enough. Thrusting it in and out so fast, so hard and wildly before he pulling it out, rubbing it along my folds. I'm whimpering, my eyes falling closed, the sensations overwhelming me again. But I push through, straining toward release, my mouth falling open in a silent scream as he increases his pace, his face smashed against me, his mouth working on my body, my neck, lips, eyes. His hands cupping my breast, I could feel like he is pulling them off.

I practically scream from all the pressure coming from my body.

I'm coming. My body shudders uncontrollably as I chant his name, smashing my lower body against his face. I'm helpless, completely out of control, and he grips my hips, holding me to him as he continues his delicious assault. It's as if I'm in complete free fall. I have no sense of control over my body. I'm trembling, drawing air in big gulps, my heart beating so hard it feels like it could fly out of my chest.

He stares at me, cups my face with his hands and kisses me, this time slowly. “ You are so beautiful” he whispers in my ears, grinning. “I love you”, I say back. He moves, lying beside me. His hand on my hip, pulling me toward him, I go easily, still boneless as he tucks me into his body. His mouth is at my forehead, his fingers in my hair when he murmurs.

I nod curling into him, pressing my face on his chest, smiling widely, and I fall asleep fast feeling that I am the luckiest woman on earth and I know I am.