ChapterEleven-HeavyReality
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His hands caught my arms, his breath heavy, his eyes desperately pleading for my attention. “Clara, please don’t believe this. It’s not what it looks like. I….”
“Mark’’ I said sofly cause my voice was too weak to be any louder. “I don’t know what to believe anymore. I don’t know what to think.’’ My tears began to choke me at this point.
“I can’t do this anymore, Mark, it’s really draining me. What do you even want from me?”
I was trying so desperately to find the exact words that decsribed how I felt. The pain in my bowels was threatening to strangle me.
“Clara… I….’’. He tried to give me a response but he was too distraught to find the words. In that moment I realized that it wasn’t easy for him too. But then, he is supposed to be the man in our relationship and fight for us.
“You make love to me when we are alone. You sneak into my apartment late at night. You kiss me passionately like you want to melt into me. But that’s all I am right? The mistress who warms your bed for your wife?”
“Clara, please….’’ I could see his eyes desperately pleading for mercy in mine.
“What’s going on, Mark?. I can’t do this anymore.’’ My face was so wet with tears that his hands slipped off when he tried to hold my chin.
So he held my arm instead. He held them like he didn’t want to let go. Then he pulled me and kept dragging me to a place he had mapped out in his head.
“Where are you taking me to?’’ I managed to inquire despite the weakness in my legs. He didn’t respond and so I let him drag. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I knew that I could trust him.
If not for everything that was happening with Emily, I would have loved for him to drag me away anytime anyday, as long as he was there.
He stopped abruptly when we got to a small garden. I looked around and I saw were perfectly trimmed trees. The garden was well hidden form the sight of the ball hall, all I heard was the faint sound of the musical orchestra.
He let me down.
As my feet touched the warm grass, he pinned his body into mine, leaving his warmth lingering on my skin. The scent of his cologne entered my nostrils and I felt the same way I did when I smelled my sheets and he was there.
Then he scooped my hips up in his palm, leaving my gown falling away from them. The warmth of his hands made me remember the last night we were together, it was nothing short of magical.
“What are you doing?’’ I asked in whispers as the feeling of his lips on my neck threatened to drown me.
“Shhhh, we deserve this moment alone.’’
I didn’t know if he was right or wrong cause I wasn’t thinking. All that was working in me were all the things he wanted me to fell. When his lips touched mine, I lost touch with reality.
Just like that, all the anger I felt melted away. I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me everywhere my body screamed for his attention. He didn’t hesistate to follow the rhythm my body was dancing to. I didn’t have to say the words, he knew exactly where to touch.
I could hear my moans and his own harsh voice calling out my name, lost in deep pleasure under the dim moonlight. We were there for a while, I completely lost track of time.
Then suddenly, he started screaming my name louder, his breathing became faster and I could hear his heart pounding. His sweats mixed with mine and I gave myself over to being lost entirely in his pleasure.
When the warmth of him filled me totally, we fell into each others’s arms and lay breathless on the grass.
As I stared at the 5dim moonlight, the thoughts of what being his wife flooded my mind. If snekaing was this beautiful, how would being his legitimate wife feel?
He moved closer to me and whispered to my ears.
“What are you thinking about?’’ He asked, playfully nibbing on my right ear.
I smiled and then took a deep breath. “What it would feel like to be Mrs Mogul.’’
“I was forced, Clara.’’ My ears widened when he said those words.
“What do you mean?’’ I asked.
They threatened to destroy you. To ruin Lily’s life if I didn’t agree. I thought I could protect you by playing along, but when I saw you in there…..God, Clara, I can’t do this without you.”
The raw pain in his voice made my chest ache. He wasn’t lying. I could see it in the way his body shook, the way his eyes begged me to trust him.
But what good was love when his family was threatening to crush it?
“They will never stop,” I whispered, tears choking me. “Mark, they’ll hurt us until we’re nothing. I can’t risk Lily. I can’t.”
He held my face, his fingers stroking my hair. “Please, Clara. Don’t leave me. I’ll find a way. Just give me time.”
His lips pressed against mine, desperate, trembling, a kiss filled with both love and fear. I had a gut feeling in me that told me he was doing his mother’s bidding not just because of me and Lily. So I asked him.
“Is it just about me and Lily?’’ I asked looking deep into his eyes.
He didn’t say anything so I pressed further.
“Mark, if there’s something more, I need to know.’’
He paused.
“There’s nothing else, Clara.’’
His voice sounded sincere but his eyes told me that there was something more. My eyes were still rested on his when I felt vibratation.
He picked up his phone to ckeck who was calling.
It was his P.A.
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