Loving Mr CEO

12

AIDA’s POV

My whole body was sore.

I stood up to walk to the bathroom but every single movement felt like my body was being pricked with needles everywhere, the worst was my v****a, it felt like a trailer had run through it.

This wasn't love.

The taps had stopped running which means no water till 6 in the evening, I had missed fetching water at the allocated time cause I was asleep.

No light.

Caleb was still laying lifeless on my bed

My stomach growled softly, reminding me of the fact that I had not eaten

I couldn’t eat right now.

I hated myself

I hated Caleb for making me feel this way and I hate myself even more for allowing him out me through this pain

I gradually lowered myself into the toilet seat with tears rolling down my eyes as I recounted last night's event.

He’d called the moment I got home.

“Guess who’s coming over tonight for a sleepover?”

His voice had been playful. I knew he was trying to sound sweet but he failed woefully because it scared.

I could hear my heart beating loudly.

“Babe , I’m really tired,” I’d said. “Maybe another—”

“I’m already on my way.”

And just like that he came, felt like I didn’t have a say in what goes on in this relationship.

After what happened this week at the office I avoided him like a plague, it seems like he was returning to his old self. The worst version of himself

I thought I changed him.

When he arrived, he didn’t ask how my day was, he quickly rushed over to where I was and pounced on me like a hungry lion.

It was 6 in the evening but I could smell alcohol on him, when did he get the time to change and drink agter work?.

He was drunk

This was bad

It didn’t matter to him that I wasn’t in the mood for what he wanted now

“I’ve missed you baby”

My skin crawled at the sound of him breathing down my neck

“Babe, have you eaten” I tried to divert his attention but it didn’t work

I had only my wrapper because I was tired and needed to sleep.

“You’ve been acting strange lately,” he said, eyes sharp. “Don’t you miss me?”

Within a split second my face was on the wall and my hands were behind me. He had pinned me to the wall.

“Babe please” I tried resisting but he was strong “let’s do this later”

“Oh cause you’ve found another man, you don’t want me to touch you again ba”

He shanked off the wrapper off my body. I had only panties on..

Tears trickled down my eyes

“Stop, please” I tried begging

“Say you love me” he said while tying my hands with his belt, leaving me powerless

“I LOVE YOU” i screamed loudly “babe stop”

Seems like everything I said was landing in deaf eyes cause before I knew what was happening he had put his three fingers inside me, ramming into me.

It hurt

It hurt so bad.

But what was to come was more painful.

After 5 minutes of trying to get my v****a wet without succeeding, he decided to push me to the ground.

My knees and head were on the floor, leaving my buttocks to be very bare and exposed to whatever he wanted to do.

And he took advantage of that and started furiously trying to get his p***s to enter, after so many attempts he spat on his wood and f****d me mercilessly.

I remember staring at the wall.

I remember counting my breaths.

I remember thinking, If I stay still, it will end faster.

I could hear someone screaming but I didn’t want to believe they were mine

I received a couple slaps for shouting and I thank God it was only slaps.

After he finished, he unbuckled his belt from my hand, carried me to the bathtub and was bathing me.

“You know I love you so much, don’t you” he circled his hands over my nipple

A cold shiver ran down my spine

I couldn’t do much. I could only offer a nod.

“Then why do you keep doing these things?” he continued. “the thought of you with another man makes me really mad, and that is what pushes me to do things like thing to you”

“You know I’d never hurt you” he perched my cheeks “look at me when I’m talking to you”

I gently lifted up my eyes to meet him. At this point the tears were endless, they just kept flowing.

“I love you aida”

He raised his hands, cleaned my face with water, bathed me and carried me to the bed.

I couldn’t feel my legs

When it was over, he rolled to his side like nothing had happened.

“You can’t leave me,” he muttered, already half-asleep. “You’re mine. Relax.”

I was too tired to even move and eventually my body gave in to sleep

Now, in the quiet of the morning, that word echoed.

Mine.

My throat burned.

I stood up from the toilet seat and went straight to the bed but then his he wrapped his hands around me, which irked me, so I Carefully shifted his arm off me and sat up. My body ached in ways I didn’t want to name. I wrapped a sheet around myself and stood, my legs slightly unsteady as I walked to the window.

Outside, Lagos was waking up.

Inside, I felt hollow.

My phone buzzed on the small table.

A message from Paula:

Are you okay? You didn’t reply last night.

I stared at the screen for a long time.

Then another notification popped up.

Mike:

Hope you’re resting well. See you on Monday.

I totally forgot that I had given him my number yesterday after work.

I locked my phone and pressed it to my chest.

Behind me, Caleb stirred in his sleep.

I didn’t turn around.

For the first time, a thought crept into my mind fully formed, solid, terrifying:

I can’t keep doing this.

And just as quickly, another followed:

How do I leave someone who won’t let me go?