《My Yandere wife won't leave me alone!!~》 Chapter 1 : Echo(!) It''s a gloomy Wednesday night. The huge house owned by my ruthless wife is completely illuminated by bright lightings and fancy-lamps, only having seen them in movies when I was growing up. The house is decorated with elegant paintings, and walls are decorated with antique pieces, ones that I believe have been bought at an auction by paying top dollar. A gentle gust of wind penetrates a slit between the large glass panels, whistling throughout the house. The penthouse is eerily quiet, except the kitchen. The chopped garlic makes a sizzling sound, as it makes contact with the oil in the pan. It''s rich scent fills up the spacious kitchen and wafts, making its way across the house, as I add onions on top of it before saut¨¦ing it for a while until they turn brownish. My eyes seem heavy today, with dark eyebags decorating them as I''ve been overworked to hell. I woke up this morning to my wife''s insults, and I had to cook her brekkie, before packing her lunchbox. She ate her breakfast in a grumpy manner, and pointed a finger at my hair, which I guess is getting too long for her liking. "Get that mophead rag on top of yours cleaned today! I don''t want my husband to look like some homeless bastard I swooped off the street, you hear me?!?" If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation."Y-Yes,honeybug" Honeybug. I remember I gave her that sweet pet-name during the time we were dating. She, in turn started calling me Honeybee. It''s been 1 whole year of marriage that I''ve not heard that sweet petname of mine come out of her mouth. The only thing that I reminisce is her hurling abuses before downing her fried egg and toast before leaving for work this morning, stopping dead in her tracks just before he left to blow me a kiss. My eyes gaze down at the pot below me. I''m almost done finishing up the vegetable stew. I just have to let it boil for 10 minutes or so before it brings out the flavor from all the veggies and spices in it. I take a depressed sigh and close my eyes as I start to wonder what went wrong to be met with such a brutal period of my life. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud banging on the main front door. "OPEN UP!! IM HOME!!~" I hear Anita''s muffled shouting. The main door is quite far away from the kitchen, yet the banging of the door echoes throughout the house, jolting my eyes awake. I gulp, and put a glass cover over the pot before tip-toeing to the entrance. My hands shiver as I reach for the door. Chapter 2: Ringing (@) My hand shivers as it reaches for the stark,metal handle of the door but it''s violently flinched by Anita''s outrage: " OPEN UP THE FUCKING DOOR YOU CUNT!!! I DIDN''T WORK ALL DAY LONG JUST TO HAVE YOU SLEEP" She bangs on the door, again, almost shaking the door. The door has a secure state of the art electronic unlocking system but it seems she wants me to welcome her, like a queen, and his slave, licking the floor behind her as she walks gracefully, without a care in the world. "I''m here, just give me a sec, okay?" No response. I gulp nervously and open the door, revealing a forced smile plastered across Anita''s face as I welcome her into her oh-so precious abode. "W-welcome home, love. Did you have a bad da-" Anita slaps my face hard, making me wobble, bringing me down to my knees as I take a few steps back. She might not be nowhere as strong as a man, but damn, slaps from women are a league apart from a punch from a man. "I WORK MY ASS OFF ALL DAY LONG AND YOU TAKE THIS LONG TO OPEN TEH FUCKING DOOR YOU BITCH??! WHAT WERE YOU DOING, HUH? IS THERE A WHORE IN THIS HOUSE I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF?" "I-I was just busy cooking, love. I''m sorry for opening the late. Y-You were scaring me from banging it that hard, making me think it was an intruder or something." I lie through my teeth to save face in front of Anita, with my ears ringing from the slap she just gave me. I know lying to win over her instead of being honest is the way, as being brutally honest as gave me many black eyes and beatings over this course of marriage. "Hm. Okay, I''ll take your word for it. Only because you seem so fucking cute with your hair styled and cut now." If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. She kneels down and ruffles my hair raising a bunch of hair strands up into the air as she watches my black hair turn into dark brown as the light hits the strands in a couple different angles. Anita puts her hand on my chin and turns my head around to see the sides. "OOOOO, what''s this hairstyle called, Adrian?" "A short wolfcut. I cut it short on the sides and on the back and up top since it becomes a pain because of the sweat. Also, I like feeling the wind on my bareskin of my head." She offers me a hand. I stare at it skeptically before taking her up on the offer and getting up with a sigh. She then goes back and closes the door, before placing her back on it. She looks at me with a smile across her face. "It looks pretty nice on you, not gonna lie. I''m glad you actually found a haircut that suits your face fairly nice." Her face turns sour in a split-second. "But, hey, doesn''t this hair make you look like a total fuck-boy?" "D-Does it?" "Yes,it absolutelyfuckingdoes. I mean look at it!" Anita makes rounds around me glancing and taking in all the angles by which I''m perceived through "Yep! You look like one of those guys who''ll cheat on their hard-working and loyal wife with some skank while she''s at her office slaving away her precious hours." "I-I won''t do anything like that, what the fuck?! That''s an insane accusation. You know I would never do that, right?" "I know you won''t. Want me to remind you what happened the last time a girl flirted with you, and you flirted back? Thought so." I sigh as I face these allegations, but in reality, it was simply a barista asking me if I wanted extra sugar in my chocolate chip coffee while Anita was with me. We argued the drive back home. According to her book, that was me and her flirting. She made it clear once we reached home that she wasn''t having any of it as she held me down and flogged me, giving me scars that still ache if I glide my fingers across them. I gulp as I have to defend myself otherwise, I''ll end up in a ditch, sooner or later. Chapter 3: Doubt (#) "I swear I wasn''t thinking of any such thing, Anita. I already have my hands full with university at the moment, and I-I''m bogged down with studies, taking care of the house, and then have a wife, too." I gulp loudly, with my heart beating faster than usual "There''s no time for a side-chick for someone as busy as me." "Is that the complete truth? You''re not actually seeing some loose lipped whore behind my back, huh? Darling, if I actually find you out with another girl, I''m going to cook up a delicious slut blood stew. And I''ll make YOU drink it." My ears perk up as she calls me her Darling, this might be my lucky day, but there is something else that''s more important in my hands now. "OH, FUCK THE STEW IS STILL ON!!" I dash back into the kitchen while fixing my apron and I''m surprised to see reddish brown sludge isn''t covering the countertop. I sigh and open the glass pot, letting out steam and letting the stew go down and boil like a lava crater, as a delicious waft of scent across the house, right before I feel a slight breath down my neck, almost tickling it. "This literally looks like dogshit. Don''t tell me this right here is our dinner." "I-It is. AND DONT CALL IT DOGSHIT OR ANYTHING, IT''S PACKED WITH NUTRIENTS AND SUCH!!" I rebel as I defend my cooking. "IT''S JUST THAT it...it only looks bad, or not appealing, okay? The taste is quite exquisite, in my opinion." I tilt my head and glance at her with a side-eye. She is not impressed. "I-I know my honeybug works so soo hard at her job, bringing home all the money, so I tailor and design your meals, so that they pack the most punch! T... This may look bad, but oh-the taste is quite something. A-And don''t forget the nutrients! It''s filled up to the brim with Carbs and Protein, so my beloved doesn''t feel zapped out of energy, okay?!'' The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. A small giggle escapes her tiny little mouth as I look forward to the pot and start stirring it with a spoon. I see Anita''s tender little hands appear from the sides of my body as she grabs my waist as puts her head on my shoulders. She lays her body against mine, making her tits cushion as she grabs a hold of me. "It better be nice, or I''m beating the fuck out of that pretty little face of yours. I find it cute that you actually care about my health, you know?" "I''m your husband, after all, you know? I-I really do care about you." I say, trying my best not to shiver as I recall all the times Anita has beaten and cut up my face through her long and tender fingers in a millisecond. I''m sure I have some sort of PTSD at this point in the relationship, but going to a doctor and telling him, "Hey, look at all these bruises and scars I have on my body that they all point to domestic abuse and violence by my wife, who is a lawyer at one of the most prestigious firms in the city", would be one of the most retarded ideas I''ve ever thought of. As if that could actually work. I mean, yes, the police might have a reason to arrest her, but that would mean career death for her, and I wouldn''t want that. I would need concrete proof, too, like a video or something. Not to mention once she''s done her time in prison or convicted from the accusations, my days would literally be quite numbered. Even though I would have a years'' worth of a head start on her, it won''t take much time for her to sniff me out...and brutally slaughter my poor soul. "Go and take a shower, come on. Get changed into something cozy. Dinner will be ready in a bit." I can see her smirk from my peripheral vision as she kisses my cheek before skipping away from the kitchen and humming a nice tune to herself. "''Kaaaaaaay~" Chapter 4: Hectic ($) I poke the vegetable stew in my ceramic plate that''s been covered with red floral patterns with a piece of bread that I toasted just for dinner. I feel nauseated and suffocated, even though I can breathe through my lungs and intake oxygen quite adequately. "ADRIAN YOU WERE RIGHT; THIS ACTUALLY TASTES PRETTY DECENT! Oh, I''m sorry for badmouthing you earlier. I shouldn''t have judged a book by its cover~!" Anita says while licking her finger clean before dipping bread into the stew and blowing on it before gulping it down, making some go over her lips, with some stew dripping down to fall on her chin. "The dinner''s not going anywhere, Anita. You can eat slowly, it''s okay." "BUT IT''S SOO FUCKING TASTY!!" She exclaims before munching on the stew like a crazy hungry hyena that hasn''t had prey for the entire week. I sigh and take my first bite into the bread that''s covered with red stew. As the food globule makes its way through my throat and into my stomach, I already feel full enough. My mind races back against my will and makes me remember all the thrashings she''s given me during our relationship in a split-second. I shake my head and start eating with a straight face, trying to forget about all the bad times I''ve faced with in this marriage. "Something the matter, love? You don''t seem to be enjoying dinner. I can see it on your face. Do you not like it or something? I mean you''re the one who made it, and for what I think, it''s actually pretty awesome~" "N-no, it''s just the tiredness getting to me. I had a bunch of classes today...and not to mention I had to take care of a bunch of chores once I came home in the evening, soo that made me pretty tired." Anita puts down her half-eaten piece of bread down slowly as I see her grip the satin cloth that''s covering the glassy dining table, before she shrieks out: The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. "YOU THINK YOU''RE TIRED YOU FUCKING BITCH?!?! OH, AFTER WHAT, ATTENDING A 2 HOUR CLASS AND THEN WASHING THE DISHES, WOW THAT IS SO SOO TIRING~ WANT ME TO PUT A PACIFIER IN YOUR MOUTH, TOO? WANT SOME BABY LOTION SO YOU DON''T SCRATCH YOUR SKIN, HUH?" "C-Calm down, Anita. I was just feeling low, that''s really it." "You should be in no position to feel low, you fucking cunt. I''m the ONE who does the heavy lifting in this relationship. I''m the ONE that has to go out and work my ASS off for 8-10 hours a fucking day, with HUGE cases, that I have to fight for, do research about, and show my firm that I''m actually competent. You, on the other hand, are just whining about like a little bitch, about attending university and cooking or cleaning." "S-Shut the fuck up. You''re sitting in a cushy air-conditioned office sitting on your ass probably watching tik-tok all day long and doing like, 3 hours of work, minimum. That definitely goes well with my theory of how you haven''t gotten a raise in 6 months." I look up at her with a smirk and it slowly dissipates, as I know I fucked up. I see her teeth clenching, bringing out her muscles on the sides of her face and jaws. I can see two bulging veins on the top of her forehead disappearing into her scalp and one vein that''s to the left of her nose. Fuck, I shouldn''t have provoked her. Anita slowly takes her hand off the satin cloth, leaving a visible nail mark that surely meant she chipped her nail just by grabbing onto the table with sheer force, as she starts pointing her devilish finger at me as she whispers in a low tone voice, "You''re an ungrateful little bitch. I let you live here, I pay for your food, I give you a roof, take care of your desires, and this is how you repay me, hm?" "TELL ME, IS THIS HOW I SHOULD BE REPAID FOR BEING A HARD- WORKING WIFE?!?!" Anita shakes the table as she yells, she clearly wants an answer from me. "N-no, I..I''m sorry, honeybug." Anita''s rage diminishes as her violent looking veins disappear as her frown changes into a neutral expression on her face. "Say it properly this time." I take a deep breath and try to put on a loving and happy face. "I-I apologize for making fun of you and insulting you like that, honeybug. That was truly awful of me as a househusband. I agree, y-yeah, you actually do most of the heavy lifting in this relationship, and I shouldn''t take you for granted. I appreciate you for working so hard for us." "Mhm. And?" "A-And that I love you." A smile spreads across her face as she goes back to devouring her dinner like a vicious animal. Chapter 5: Foam (%) As I make circles on the dishes with a soaped-up scrub, I look up over the granite kitchen countertop to see Anita, with her feet planted over the table while she has her ass is sitting on the couch. She seems in her world as she changes between the channels with a grin on her face. "Take your feet off the table, honeybug. You might leave a mark or two." Anita turns her head to me while still having that unfunny smile. "Hey, do you know who paid for that table?" I lower my gaze and resume washing ceramic dish slowly bracing myself for another rant. "Me. Who paid for the clothes that you''re wearing? Me. Who paid for that dish AND that shit you''re scrubbing it with? Hm? That''s fucking right. It''s me. I''ve paid for everything, and I reserve the right to do anything I want with it. "I-I know, honeybug, but it''s just extra work for me, you know? Please try to understand this." "Shut the fuck up, Adrian. You''re getting on my nerves lately, you know that? It''s your job to clean and take care of the house, so stop bitching about it, okay?" I just sigh and nod in defeat as I resume washing the dishes. I can feel Anita smirking in my peripheral vision as she likes seeing me submitting to her before she turns her head back to watching the channel. I keep the dishes in a soaking utensil as I''m done washing them. I get to cleaning the countertop off a bunch of stains, as I hear the T.V volume increasing gradually, and the voice of a news reporter. "This just in, a Big Tech company, has just been sued for a staggering $491 Million, for exploiting child labor, making poor children, and young men and women in underdeveloped countries, making them work for little to no pay, and exporting their electronics over here, and selling them for a HUGE 900% markup!" I peek my head over the counter and see Anita in a serious spirit now. She doesn''t have her leg over the table now, but rather she has her arms crossed while her left leg is over the other. I put the damp rag away and walk over to the front room, while still having my apron on me, and sit next to her while having an eye on the T.V. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. "That''s pretty horrible, you know? I''m glad, they''re getting sued. Make sure you get the name of the company; we shouldn''t buy any more products from them." Anita just nods in unison, as we both keep watching the news. "This tech company was looked into, and an investigation was launched after the well-known L.P Firm had inquired into the tech company, and it refused to give any information on how its workers were taken care of, health-wise and insurance-wise." My ears perk up as I hear this is the same fucking firm Anita works in. "D-Did you know about this, Anita? I mean, I know this is a high-profile case, but you must''ve heard about this from the Partners, or your Seniors at the firm or something, right?" Anita again, just nods and doesn''t say a word as I look at her for her confirmation. Sensing her stone-cold demeanor, I gulp and tap her crossed arm, and gesture for her hand. She obliges and I take her hand into mine, intertwining her tender, cute fingers around mine, in a bid to comfort her. "According to my sources, erm...it wasn''t the Partners, or the Directors at the firm, but rather, a singular Senior Executive at the firm who spearheaded the investigation and was intent on discovering the Tech company''s malpractices!" I smirk and a small chuckle escapes my mouth. "I wonder who that is. I bet they must''ve had pretty strong determination, eh, Anita?" "...." The news reporter then corrects his earphones deep into his as he listens to someone, probably a higher-up on something. "Uh-huh. Oh, okay." He looks at the camera and then resumes. "According to our latest information, it was a Senior Executive at the firm named, Anita. She has been working on this case for 3 months, and Anita was leading a whole team of Associates and lawyers under her belt. We all applaud her for her valiant efforts!" My grip on her hand gets tighter. The sound of the news reporter fades away, moving into another piece of news, as I slowly tilt my head over to Anita. She has a satisfied look on her face and a huge grin, ear to ear. Chapter 6: Shock (^) With her soft little hands gripping mine, I shake her whole body while exclaiming, "YOU WERE WORKING ON SOMETHING AS BIG AS THIS THE WHOLE TIME? AND YOU WON AS THE OUTCOME?!?" Anita nods, still having an inanimate smile. I free myself from her tight grip, leaving her tiny hands in a cute little claw before, comforting it with my left hand, and putting my other hand over her shoulder, gently coddling her body and looking at her with sparkles in my eyes. "HONEYBUG, I''M SO SOO PROUD OF YOU, YOU KNOW THAT? I''M SURE A LOT OF NEW CLIENTS WILL END AT YOUR FIRM''S DOORSTEPS. A-AND THEY''LL GO STRAIGHT TO YOU!!~" "B...But I''m confused, why didn''t you keep me in the dark? I would''ve helped you here and there, you know? You don''t have to take up all the burden of your work, all alone. That''s what I''m here for." Anita nods and chuckles, still having that prideful smile, going from one ear to another, trying her best not to burst out screaming in victory and start celebrating, ruining her ice-cold demeanor. "I know, Adrian. It was pretty difficult, trying to hold on for that long, you know? I didn''t tell you about it, because I can''t risk leaking out sensitive information that''ll jeopardize our firm, and ultimately the case in question. W...What if you told one of your university mates about it in the spur of the moment, hm? That''s why I kept you in the dark, darling." I listen attentively and nod while having shiny eyes, and a curious face. "Tell me aaall about it! The case! I wanna know everything!" Anita looks at me with a surprised expression, before smiling and brushing my hair to the sides with an affectionate touch, feeling my thick hair strands fade onto the sides, before cupping her tender little hands over my jaw. She starts telling me everything right from the very beginning suspicions of the tech company, down to the trial that went down to the court. - The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. I rinse my mouth with water, before spitting out the toothpaste.I check my teeth in the mirror in all the different angles, making sure I didn''t forget to miss any particular spot. I dry my face with a towel as I go towards Anita, lying on her side on the bed. "Hey, have you seen wher-" I stop speaking as I realize she''s asleep. She has one hand on the side of her pillow over her shoulder and the other going down underneath the sheets. She''s sleeping without a care about anything in the world, probably dead tired from work. I sit down on her side of the bed and start playing around with her hair, making little twirls at the end. She sure does look cute when she''s not conscious and has that radiant face of hers, quite a contrast when not looking like she''s about to scream bloody murder because I didn''t polish the one exact specific nanometer of one corner of the huge penthouse that we live in. "A-Adrian" My ears perk up as I hear her sad, yet adorable voice. "...I...wuuuv...youuu...." Anita mutters in her sleep, with a frown on her face, looking like a girl who''s been lost at a fair, looking for her parents. I stop twirling her hair around, as my ears and the sides of my head start to feel hot and red. "What the fuck? I-Is she dreaming about me or something?" I think to myself, trying my best not to lose my composure. Her professing her love for me might as well be as rare as getting struck by lightning at this point. I tuck her long brown hair behind her ears, and slowly put my hand over hers, hoping to comfort her. She stops frowning and a faint smile spreads across her face. I bring myself slowly over her ears, trying my best not to wake her up. I then whisper in her ears, "I love you, too, honeybug. Thanks for working so hard for us~" Her hold on me gets even tighter before she starts smiling even more, nodding slightly before letting her grip relax and her lips parting open before she ascends into a deep sleep. I grin and kiss her on the cheek before turning off the lights and getting under the sheets. She involuntarily brings her hand around my waist and snuggles up on my chest. I feel her warmth on my cold body, a stark contrast. I close my eyes and try to get some sleep while thinking about the uncertain future. Chapter 7: Heart-throb (&) "Grr....It''s so fucking coooold" My boots make a crunchy sound on the snow as I hide my hands in the thick brown coat and grumble to myself, shivering. I''ve always hated winter. I don''t think there was a single year in my life that I''ve had a nice winter. It''s always cold. And it snows all the time. I can''t zoom on the freeway with my car to blow out some steam, which has been replacing my trips to the therapist for a couple of months, heh. I walk with a scarf tied around my neck before the sound of a couple of boys laughing catches my attention. I look up and see 4 boys at a distance from me, talking to each other and laughing, I guess, at a joke, while a particular one of them catches my attention, making my mouth open in awe behind my heavy scarf. There I see it. An angel in the form of a human. He has black hair, making it turn slightly brown as the flock makes its way through the sidewalk, with the light of the lamp pole scattering across his head. The night sky and the combination of the streetlights compliment his high cheekbones and sharp jawline, almost making him look like a super-model as he goes in and out of darkness, before emerging in the light. My pace of walking slows down and my heart flutters as the group passes me. I come to a stop, as I hear the boys walk away. I slowly tilt my body, to get a glimpse of his silhouette, as something sharp catches my attention! I reach into my coat, and get my phone, zooming in so that I can see him in all his glory and sneakily snap a photo of him!! I walk away hurriedly, in a bid to not get ousted as a creep, before reaching my transit station after a couple of minutes. I make myself comfortable on the bench, and I pull out my phone. My hands shiver and my heart starts to beat faster as I open my photo gallery application. I tap on the latest image on it, zooming in on it, and my heart fucking melts. His face was amazing already, but his side profile was just...mwah...the cherry on top. I cup my face with my hand as I lay down the phone in my lap, just mesmerized at the sight of this man. God, he''s just so fucking cute. I wonder what he does for a job? I tap and zoom out of his side profile, seeing the big picture, before something catches my eye. I see an I.D. badge around his neck! "S...Shit, my phone''s camera isn''t that good to capture the name of the office where he works. I...I should''ve saved up and bought that latest phone, since it was advertised solely for its zooming capabilities, huh.." This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. I start to see around the image as I spot his bag. "W..Wait, it reads...MUT Institute...? Institute? Does that mean he''s a student there? W...Well, that doesn''t matter. I don''t care if he''s younger than me..! No man has ever made me feel that way, especially not just by existing! M...Maybe he also saw me? Like surely, he must''ve seen me, too right?!" I think to myself, kicking my legs back and forth in a playful manner, excited that I''ve found my first-ever crush in my 25 years of a depressing life. I drown myself deeper in my delusions, trying to reassure myself. - I creak my door open and a cold breeze fills up my small house. Mimi rumbles through what I''m guessing is the cat food bag by the plastic noise in one of the other rooms, and comes running towards me, welcoming me at the door. He starts making 8-type patterns around my legs as I close my door. I close the door and hang the keys as I kneel and pet the furball until my legs start hurting. "Okay, okay, I''m closing up the food bag now, you''ve already had your fill for tonight." Mimi grumbles and walks away in his in defeat as he realizes he isn''t getting any food tonight. I chuckle and get up, sealing the bag tight so the kibbles don''t go bad due to the moisture in the air. I make my way into my cramped room, laying my bag gently against the wooden study table. I remove my coat, put a hook over it, and place it in my closet as I plonk myself into my chair, crossing my legs, putting one over the other. My eyes settle on the pile of notes I''ve stacked over this semester. All of that just to get totally burnt out just before finals week. That''s exactly what I needed, huh? "I just need to get through this last semester and pass the bar exam. Then I''ll finally become a lawyer." But I don''t think I''ve got it in me. It seems like I''ve been drained of my energy. I don''t think I''ve ever been the same since the internship. Getting yelled at by my seniors and walking back to the court and between the firm all day long all while working overtime was something that I didn''t know I was signing up for. beeep My phone buzzes, ticking me off even more. It''s an alarm clock that I had placed right before I left the library to remind me that I still have to study once I reach home. I groan and unlock my phone before my face starts to feel red and I smile softly. This cutie''s face is still there. I''d forgotten to close the gallery app as I was admiring him all the time during the bus ride home and just felt captivated by him. I put my phone down, and squish the sides of my head, with both my hands as I finally find motivation to study! "I''ll become a lawyer! And then find and marry this man!!" Chapter 8: Anger (*) I shuffle around in the bed and bring my sheets to cover my exposed feet as they almost feel like they''re freezing. Why the fuck is it this chilly? I thought we were in the middle of summer. I feel the sunshine hit me lightly from the glass panels. I turn over to the other side to guard myself against it and shiver with annoyance, although the warm sunlight feels nice on my face. I extend and put my arm around Honeybee''s side of the bed, trying to find his jaw and hold him for comfort. My hands, instead, land on the pillow. Weird. My hand goes down trying to find his neck, and I still can''t feel his skin. I bring my hand down to his waist. I CAN''T FEEL HIM AT ALL, WHAT THE FUCK?!?! My eyes are shot wide awake, as I realize he''s not in the bed with me anymore. We slept together last night, so where the fuck else would he be?! I grab my sheets and hold them up to see if he''s somehow been hiding underneath, but I find nothing. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! My eyes dash around the room and I see the bathroom door slightly wedged open. I remove my sheets in one rough motion as I run and slam open the door in desperation, only to find absolutely no one inside. There I am, staring at my naked body, in the wide mirror, with only the sound of waterdrops from the dripping faucet echoing in the bathroom. I see the water splashed around the sink is still new and fresh, so he must''ve not gotten too far. I grab a silky white bathrobe and tighten it with anger around my waist before I fling the bedroom door open. I start stomping through the corridor, looking into each of the rooms as I go through my penthouse. - "..N..Nothing here." - "Are you playing games with me, Adrian?" - "No....not here either." - I slam open the door to his room, only to find just to find the room being illuminated by one singular lamp on his study table. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more."He''s not even in his OWN FUCKING ROOM!?!?!?" I stomp over to the lamp, turning it off, and storming away again. My eye is twitching and my teeth are starting to hurt from gritting them together so hard, but the pain is nothing compared to the anger that I''m feeling about how I let my Honeybee escape from my grasp. I''ve had him under my control for a year now, and he just suddenly runs away? "I won''t let this go unpunished. I''m going to find you. And when I do, I''m going to make sure you suffer. All the times I''ve held you down, choked you out, beat you into a pulp, those would seem like a child''s play compared to this." My thoughts race back and forth as I zoom past the kitchen, hoping to find him in the living room, as I spot a faint figure in the kitchen from the corner of my eyes. I stop in my tracks, turning around, and tiptoe back to the kitchen sliding door, trying my best not to make any sound. I peek my head out, and the sight relieves me of the tension that was coiling around me like a tight snake. All the anger and anxiety that was tormenting me for the last 5 minutes start to subside as I see my Honeybee cooking a bunch of eggs in one pan and toasting a piece of bread on another. He looks so fucking adorable in that little apron. I observe him, and my body goes into a still state and each throb of my heart feels like it is being synchronized to the veins in my eyes, with my eyes starting to pulse with the beat of my heart. My maternal instincts kick in and a particular tunnel vision manifests upon Adrian, with the crackling sounds of the eggs fading into the background. I sink into my own world and imagine having cute little kids, making me giggle with happiness. Adrian''s head snaps towards the noise to find me. He flinches as he makes a weird face, "Wah! How creepy!!" Chapter 9: Surprise () I''m cooking eggs and toast, my Honeybug''s favorite breakfast. I''ve managed to wake up on time today, so she won''t get stingy as she always does. I stare at the spread-out egg yolk. I remember Anita''s grumbling from that one time. "ALWAYS. AND I MEAN IT, ALWAYS COOK THE YOLK OVER EASY, OKAY? I hate the feeling of runny yolk. It tastes disgusting. Yuck!" I just have to wait now. Everything is set, the toasts are on another pan. The coffee is brewing. I just have to wait for everything to cook. I take a deep sigh and close my eyes. I find myself lost in my thoughts as I start to plan my day, as usual, trying to think about my upcoming lectures and the things that had been taught in previous classes. I nod and talk to myself in my own mind, making mental notes as I pre-plan my day. A sudden chilling giggle pierces the silence of my tranquil thoughts and brings me back to reality, I snap my eyes open and look at the direction of the noise, as I spot my Honeybug, with only her head peeking out the sliding door. She looks like one of those horror movie girls who''d come out of the television to paralyze and kill you with the way her hair is messy, covering most of her face. "Wah! How creepy!!" Anita giggles and pouts as she finally reveals herself from the corridor and starts walking into the kitchen slowly with her hands behind her back and walking like a sleek cat. "How rude. I was just checking up on you. I thought you''d actually ran away and escaped, you know?" "R-Really? What made you think that, huh?" "You weren''t in bed. That made me search all around the house for you." I turn to the pan and start basting the eggs with the oil. "Whatever. You found me, I''m here. You don''t have to worry about anything now." - As I take a bite into the crunchy toast, I savor the exquisite taste of the food. I chew on the toast and egg combination and start to feel a bit proud of myself, even going as far as giving myself a pat on the back with an imaginary hand. I take a sip out of my mug to down the toast with coffee. As I set the mug down, I find Anita across me, with her breakfast plate untouched. The lawyer has a creepy devious smile on her face. She''s staring at me, not even trying to hide it now. I suck in air through my teeth, and ask, "Is there something on my face?" "..." She remains silent. Her creepy behavior digs even deeper, as she lays her elbow on the table, cupping her head in her arms, cradling it in the process. I don''t really question this behavior, since I know better. I groan and go back to eating my breakfast as I can''t risk being late for university. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences."I was thinking about which fingernail of yours to pull out when I was angry searching for you. I really did believe I lost you, y''know?" The piece of egg and toast that I''m holding freezes midway to my mouth as I stare at her, a mix of fear and alarm etched across my face. "R-Really? You''d go that far? Just because I ran away?" "Of course, I would. If you ran away from me, I''d find you and snuff you out. Disobeyment precedes Punishment." A chill runs down my spine as I hurriedly start eating my food quickly, as I don''t wanna spend any more time in the same room as this crazed freak. I finish my plate, grab my bag start to rush out the door, as I was already in my university fit when cooking. Just as I brush past Anita, I feel an immense force grab my hand, making me jerk, and stop in my tracks. I slowly turn and look at her, before our eyes meet. I see her with a frown on her face, with a furrowed brow and a hostile look in her eyes. "Did you forget our agreement?" - ¡Á Anita''s agreement clauses: 1.Always kiss your wife before leaving the house. 2.Always tell her where you''re going, if not going to college. 3.No talking to women, or flirting with women. Exception : College mates 4.Always greet women who greet you, with a frown so they don''t flirt with you or think you''re easy. ¡Á - I shiver as I recall her words. I force myself to smile before leaning and giving her a small peck on her lips. chu I pull back and right before I turn away, I feel her other hand reach the back of my neck, shoving my head into her and making our lips meet again, smushing us on top or each other. It doesn''t take long for her to start using her tongue and exploring the insides of my mouth as if it had some long-lost gold treasure. I fight back with my own technique, putting one hand around her nape and the other on her waist, slowly coiling myself around her slender body. After what seems like 5 minutes, I finally remember that I still have to go to uni. I gather enough willpower and pull back from the make-out sesh. We both huff on each other''s faces, as our foreheads kiss, feeling each other''s hot breath on our faces. "T-That good enough?" I say, using my sleeve to clean up the mess that she''s left on my mouth. "Plenty." Chapter 10: Annoyance "Fuck,fuck,FUUUUCK!! " I scream on the top of my lungs in the public bathroom as I desperately yank out another tissue paper from the spool and try to wipe her lipstick marks off my face. "WHO THE FUCK APPLIES MAKEUP FIRST THING IN THE MORNING?!?!" I scrub my face, my upper lip and my chin in particular, with fingernails poking out of the damp tissue, as I grunt and throw it in the trash can. I''ve managed to get rid of her nail marks that were on my cheek, but these? These aren''t gonna go any time soon. I scrub my face with another tissue with annoyance, walking back and forth looking down at the white tiles intersecting with each other. The door creaks open and I dart back to the sink and start splashing water around my face, so as to not appear like a crazy crackhead. - I rush out of the bathroom and feel the bright sunlight hit my face. I squint and instinctively raise my hand to shield my face against it, as I wait for my eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight. "At least people won''t give me weird looks; the rays are blinding my face as is" I mutter, shuffling down the sidewalk, before I come to a sudden realization: I have a cap in my bag. I swing my backpack in front and start rummaging through the compartment. I plunge my hand even deeper, and just when I''m about to give up, my fingertips brush against something soft, like cotton. My neurons fire off, and with a triumphant smirk, I pull out a mask. I didn''t find a cap, but I''ve stumbled upon the perfect solution to save face on this weekday. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. - I seat myself carefully on the last row of the seats in this enormous hall. The seats go higher, and higher with each row being a few inches taller than the other, as the last row being the tallest. Me sitting at the very end means that none of my friends would sit past or near me and find bright-red kiss marks all over my face. I wouldn''t want that, no fucking way. I sigh and pull out my phone as I read my emails and go through the college notifications. "I see...midsemester exams are starting in about 2 weeks. Damn. It feels like yesterday when the new semester began..." I talk to myself in my own mind, leaving out a heavy sigh, before Jay startles me. "What''re YOU doing on the last row? This row for delinquents and wanna-be gangsters only, you know?" Jay''s tone is playful. "Shutup, I just wanted to not answer the professor''s questions. That''s all. Jay''s face shifts to neutral as he asks about the mask. "What''s with the mask? Are ya sick?" He says with his hand slowly reaching for my mask, obviously wanting to pull it down. I pull back immediately and fake cough. "COUGH COUGH YEAH COUGH VERY SICK, I ALMOST COULDNT GET OUT OF BED TODAY" Jay looks at me with concern before sitting down, looking forward putting his bag on the bench and putting his head down on it. Jay''s been a pretty close friend of mine. We''ve been friends from 5th grade to 8th grade, before I started studying religiously. We didn''t talk or see each other as much later, but I was surprised to see a familiar face at the welcoming ceremony at this institute. We''ve been pretty close ever since. Chapter 11: Scramble I get through all the painstaking lectures, with Jay sitting by my side. He''s made this day go quite fast, and the lectures were more bearable with his retarded shenanigans and dumb jokes, making me wonder how his ridiculous mind can even come up with these insane one-liners. The professor puts down his chalk as the clock sitting idly on the top of the room in the hall makes an alarming sound as it hits 5 P.M. " Okay, that''s enough for today. I''m dismissing everyone." The professor announces, as he walks out of the room. Me and Jay wait for the class to empty, until it''s just the two of us. He tilts his head and gives me a snarky smile. "You just know, I have to do it." "Not this again", I sigh. In one swift motion, Jay jumps on top of the last desk, laying his feet flat on top of it. His bag swirls before hitting him gently in the face as a triumphant smile spreads across his face. He starts descending, skipping from one desk to the next, while I walk down the lane between the two huge columns of the desks, like any normal human being would. "You''ll get into pretty big trouble if someone found out, you know?", I warn him. "Like I care~! I pay for tuition, so I should be able to do what-" Jay slips, midway through his sentence. My instincts kick in and my hand reaches for his rib. I support him by keeping a firm hold on his ribcage, making him stand upright to stop him from falling flat on me. "Stupid", I mutter. He sticks out his tongue in a rebellious manner, before resuming skipping and jumping like a feather, leaving dirty shoe marks on each consecutive desk. After reaching the first desk, he braces and jumps to the ground. He runs to the entrance of the hall and tries to catch his breath. "COME ON~!", he screams, while huffing. I shrug my shoulders before running at him. Just as I''m about to catch up with him at the entrance, Jay takes off. "H-HEY, WAIT UP!!" "LOSER HAS TO PAY UP~!" We start racing our way throughout the campus like little kids in a competition on who can outrun the other. Other students clutch their books onto their chests and make way as we scare them off the narrow corridors, before eventually, we rush out of the building. Warm, orange fuzzy sunlight hits my face, making me cherish this moment. - I''m lying on the grass of the park, with both my hands lying on top of the earth, while I huff and try to regulate my breathing. An ice-cold feeling of a metallic can on my cheek startles me. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. "WHA-", I squeal as Jay throws a can of cola in my lap. "You''re pretty quick, ya know?", Jay compliments me as he makes himself comfortable on the grass, making a pop sound as he opens his can. "I dunno, I just hike mountains and sometimes run, so I guess that helped?" "Definitely." "Did we really to skip class? It was just a final 30-minute session." "Shaddap. You and your obsession with being a goody two shoes all the time.", Jay snickers, before placing his eyes on the clouds hiding the evening sunset. There''s a long silence while me and Jay down our drinks. Not an awkward kind of silence, but rather a calm and peaceful one. The birds are chirping. We can see uni students walking back and to their classes, while some have formed circles in the park, probably discussing their lectures and such. Some students are laughing. The atmosphere feels pretty surreal. I tilt my head over to Jay, and I see two slender legs and a figure behind him. I bring my eyes up, as I see Mia, with a frown on her face. Standing beside her, is Jessica, her close friend. Right before I can say anything, Mia knocks Jay in the head, making him whimper and caress his head before turning around, leaving a dumbfounded expression on his mouth. "LIL BRO, WHAT''D I SAY ABOUT SKIPPING CLASS, HUH?", Mia scolds Jay, while Jessica covers her mouth with her hand, suppressing a laugh. Mia is a fierce protective tomboyish sister, while Jessica is her polar opposite, being the quiet, reserved one in the group. "You two make a good duo, ye know that?", Jessica mutters while snickering to herself, making me roll my eyes. "As if" - The quartet of friends walk down the university lanes, towards the gate, so they can go home. Jay is still getting scolded by Mia, making me and Jessica giggle with amusement, seeing this power dynamic. "So how long have you two known each other, Adrian?", Jessica enquires. "Oh, we''ve known each other since high school. He''s been like this ever since~" Jessica responds with a snicker, bringing her hand over to her face with a slight red tinge in her cheeks. Mia sneaks up behind both of us and startles us when she coils her hands on each one of our shoulders and jerks us forward, smoothly inserting herself into the conversation. "OH, the two lovebirds are getting quite close to each other, eh?", Mia teases us with a playful tone. "T-There''s nothing like that, okay!? We were just making small talk.", Jessica denies the allegations with her cheeks glowing red at this point, quite a contrast to her behavior. "I can see it all over your face, ya know?", pokes Jessica again. "It doesn''t matter anyway.", Jay intrudes, with both his hands behind his head walking like a delinquent. He catches both Mia and Jessica''s attention. "He''s already married.", Jay quietly drops the bomb. "And that too, to a lawyer who works in that high-class firm. L.P Firm, was it?" I slowly nod as he looks at me for confirmation. Jessica''s face turns into a sad expression while her lips turn from a smile into a poker face, trying her best not to show her emotions. "Yeah, that. Must be lucky, right? Having a rich wife, and having to do nothing all day long~", Jay mutters under his breath. "Shut up. I have to take care of the house and such. It isn''t as easy as you make it out to be, okay?!?" These people have no fucking clue how different Anita is when she''s at home. There''s now an awkward silence in the group. Mia catches onto this and re-engages the conversation by making small talk. We stride through the university space before reaching the gate. I look around and something peculiar catches my eye: there''s a sleek black luxurious car near the sidewalk parallel to the gates inside of the university, and there I see her, Anita. She has a biker jacket, a white shirt and a red tie underneath it. She definitely came her right after work, seeing as she''s still has her work-attire beneath her jacket. Anita is leaning her back on the black vehicle and has a cigarette in her mouth. Something tells me she''s had her eyes on me all this time, like a lion lurking on her prey, before pouncing on it. Her mouth curls into a creepy smile, as we make eye contact. She starts walking towards us, removing her cigarette out of her mouth and dusting it as she makes her way towards us. Chapter 12: Vacation "Ah...Kuantan would''ve been nice.." I brace myself for the upcoming confrontation. I''m gonna have to be good with my words, otherwise it''s not gonna end well. Anita''s hips sway like the wind as thin smoke comes out of her nostrils and a slight ash of the cigarette flicks off by the motion of her fingers. My friends still are walking along with me, completely oblivious to the situation. Anita makes her way to the group even further with each passing second. I take the initiative, and walk in the front, up to her, plastering a fake smile as I establish contact, trying to make her think I''m surprised, when in reality I''m terrified. "What brought you here, Ani-" Right before I could even finish my sentence, Anita grabs my torso and brings me into her embrace, surprising me. A faint smell of smoke and vanilla is noticeable on her. "I missed you.", Anita whispers with a loving accent. At this point, the group has halted right behind me and they''re all flabbergasted by the sight. I pull back from the hug and turn around. "This is who Jay was talking about. Anita. She''s my wife...", I mutter with a palm-open gesture pointing to her with pride. Jay has a surprised expression on his face. Mia has her mouth open in shock making an "O" shape. Jessica has a slight frown on her face, with flushed cheeks, and her small hands clenching together. "These your friends?" "Yeah." - The silence in this car is way too fucking unsettling for me. I''d rather listen to nails screeching on a chalkboard than be right in the passenger seat, next to Anita. I''m trying my best to think about something that''d not piss her the fuck off because that''s the last thing I would want today. I tilt my head a bit, and I glance at her face. Her wavy brown hair is covering her ears, while it parts on the other side of her head, that''s not visible to me. She''s focused on driving, but I can tell something is bothering her. Her eyes are squinted more than usual. "You didn''t like them?", I say out loud trying to break the ice. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.Anita twitches her head a tad bit to my side. "Nothing of that sort, Adrian. Why do you ask?" I gulp, clearing my dry throat. "It''s just that...you seem quite tense. I''ve known them for a long long time. You needn''t worry about them okay?" "....." She drives silently, while still having that annoyed look on her face, but now, it''s even more noticeable. I introduced her to everyone, but I don''t think I did that bad of a job to make her this upset, did I? "That girl, with the bangs. What was her name again, Jessica?" "Yeah. Her.", Anita nods to herself as she recalls her face from memory. "I don''t like her aura. Something about her ticks me the fuck off. She''s an absolute eyesore.", She keeps talking. "T...That''s too mean, Anita. She''s a nice and quiet girl." Anita snaps her head at me right after I say that. "Do.You.Like.Her?", Anita asks with a violent tone. "W...What the fuck are you saying, Anita?!? I''m your husband!! A-And she knows I''m married!!", I reply. In one quick motion, Anita shifts her hand off the gear stick and slams the handrest with her closed fists making a loud noise, flinching me in the process. "ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!!!", she yells out, almost deafening my ears. She has that same demonic look on her face. One that I''ve seen countless times. I stare back at her with a defiant look in my eyes and frustration in my voice, I yell out, "No, I don''t! ISN''T THAT OBVIOUS?!?!" Anita is still huffing loud pants of anger. She turns her head to the road, and puts her hand back on the gear stick, slowly speeding up the elegant vehicle. "Hmph!" I make a frustrated noise as I snap my head back to the window and see the environment, the road, and cars passing by us. A minute or two goes by as I realize this isn''t the route towards our home. Or any route that I know for god''s sake. "W...Where are we going...?", I question with a nervous voice. "Dinner. I thought I''d take you out nice somewhere, celebrating my team''s recent win." Anita leaves a tense pause, before her foot hits the gas pedal without a notice. She starts stacking up the gears subsequently, driving to dangerous speeds, making me hold onto the door and my seatbelt as she drives recklessly and fiercely through the cars, passing them one by one coolly. "W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!", I exclaim, gripping onto my seatbelt for dear life and pushing my back into the leather seats. "SHUT UP!! YOU MADE ME ANGRY, SO NOW YOU HAVE TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!!", she yells as she speeds up even more venting out her anger. The car zooms past innocent pedestrians, scaring them and some cover their ears. The black elegant vehicle leaves a slight exhaust trail and the sound of the revving engine echoes as the couple makes its way through the city. - Chapter 13: Spine After what seems like forever, Anita finally slows down her car, before the huge chunk of metal comes to a stop. My heart is beating quite possibly the fastest it has ever beaten in its life. I look out the window to see a HUGE skyscraper with a big spacious reception to the side. It seems too huge, even for a fine dining place. I let the sight of the elegant lighting and fancy cars around the place soak in before I hear the keys of the car being wriggled out. I look over to Anita and she''s already made her way out the car now. She stomps to my side, before grabbing my arm and almost forcefully dragging me out of the car. She slams the door behind me before aggressively locking her hand on my elbow and taking me with her. "G- Get your hands off me! You''re being too rough!!" Anita tilts her head towards me with a frown on her face before adjusting her hand in a way that''ll make us look like couples instead of a domestic violence case. The motion sensor glass panels open on their own, and as we walk through it, we''re hit by a cold razor-thin breeze from the top of the panel, making it feel nice and windy. I look around the reception and something irks me. This doesn''t look like a fine dining place at all, even if it was deemed world-class. "W-Where are we?" This doesn''t look like a dinner place at all, Anita..." "I know", Anita smirks. "I took a little detour. This hotel is owned by my firm and I''m encouraged to use this from time to time, but I''ve never found any real use for it." An eerie silence fills the conversation. "But I think I know what to do for today" Anita resumes dragging me through the reception and into a large elevator. The button for the 100th floor is smashed by her arching fingers before she gets an iron grip on my arm. There''s a silence in the elevator before I try to make sense of the situation. "W-Why are we here? I thought we were gonna go out and you would treat me to some good food..." "Shut up. You have something more important to do before we grab dinner." "Me?" ding The elevator door opens and Anita escorts me through the corridor. It''s decorated with yellow lighting and the ground is covered with a light blue carpet having small symbols on it. She takes me to the final room at the end of the hallway before coming to a stop. She shuffles for something in her handbag and then removes a card from it. beep She pushes me in and locks the door behind her. "Finally. Now get those clothes off and take a bath. That fucking skank''s smell is still on you. It''s making me absolutely gag just from here." "S-Smell?" "It almost made me throw up when I hugged you back at the gates." She takes my hand gently and shows me the huge bathroom before pushing me in. "Don''t take too long. I''ve got everything planned out for us already.", Anita says while closing the door shut in my face. I sigh and start taking off my clothes. As I get to my jeans, I hear a lighter. click click hisssss Stolen novel; please report. - The bathroom is divided into two parts: The half closer to the door consists of a mirror and has an enigmatic-looking sink. The other half is a huge shower, with a bathtub near the wall of the other end. I slick my wet hair back before sliding the glass door open and walking over the other half. I grab a dry towel and wrap it around my waist. I adore myself by looking into the mirror, and wiping a small area of it with my hands as it''s a bit foggy. I puff my chest a little. I poke my abs and then check out the striations in my shoulder before bursting into a grin. I''m pretty satisfied with how I look now, quite a contrast to the skinny me that I was, a few years ago. I swing open the door and a stinky smell of cigarettes hits my face, making me involuntarily frown, flinching with annoyance. I swing my hands in front of my nose hoping in relief of the smell, and close the bathroom door behind me. I make my way into the room before I see her. Anita is lying on the bed. She has nothing but black lingerie covering her boobs and black laced panties that have a cute little ribbon at the top as it wraps around her toned waist. She has a wide grin on her face. As I come into her sight, she douses her cigarette on the dirtied ashtray, probably making it her 5th or 6th one of tonight as far as my eyes make out from the tray. She then gets up. "Change of plans. I feel like today you upset me. I need you to prove that you truly love me.", Anita makes herself clear. "A-And that''s by dragging your husband into this hotel and feeding me false truths??", I defy her. Anita giggles before walking up to me. She delicately cups my face with her flail fingers and faint smoke dribbles across my neck as she explains herself in a condescending tone, "Not quite what I had in my mind. But I want you to make it clear who you really belong to." In an instant, she moves her hands and grabs my hair making me flinch and whimper. She uses all the force she can and throws me gently towards the bed, making me stumble upon the mattress as I grab the sheets for a grip. "And you know how you''re gonna make that happen, right?", Anita suggests with suppressed anger dripping from her voice. "I-I only thought we were gonna have dinner...", I reply as I cower away from her, slowly moving further away and away from her on the bed. "I don''t give a flying fuck about any of that. Right now, it''s just you and me in this world." Anita flickers her feet, making her white fluffy slippers slip off of her landing on the floor. She lands her hands on the bed, and then her knees make contact with the bed, crawling up to me on all fours now. "Why are you afraid, honeybee? We''re just going to have a good time~", Anita whispers sweetly as she makes her way towards me. I crawl away from her, and right before I know it, I hit a cushy headboard, making me stop in my tracks. I feel a hand grab a hold of one of my legs and I''m yanked towards Anita. She starts wriggling out the little tug I made in the dry towel around my waist before I plead, "AT LEAST LET ME DRY UP YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!!" My requests fall on deaf ears as she doesn''t stop untying my robe with angry grunts. She makes it through and pulls the whole towel from underneath me and throws it behind her back. A slight gust of wind startles me as it hits my soft dick. Anita slowly moves her gaze up to me, before pouncing on top of me, pinning both my hands up above my head making me wriggle in resistance. I yell, "YOU FUCKING BIT-", Anita shuts me up as she forces her lips onto mine, making me grunt with anger as I try to pull away but she''s going crazy, like a cat in heat. Seeing no other option, I start to bite down on her lower lip, making her flinch yet she keeps on violating my mouth. Once I increase the pressure to where I''m close to puncturing her lip, she finally pulls back and removes one of her hands that''s still pinning down my limbs and raises her hand. *SLAP* A creepy silence settles in the room. There''s only the noise of glass panels (that open up to a huge balcony) shaking longitudinally as the wind hits them and the angry subsiding huffs of Anita. Adrian is looking at Anita with a scared expression now, as he realizes Anita is not playing around. Anita also has a surprised expression on her face, as she didn''t really think her anger would escalate this quickly, but that all goes away in an instant as she takes in the fact that she''s crossed a line which she cannot retreat from. A demonic grin spreads across her face as she accepts the situation and knows there''s no turning back. My lips turn into a slight frown as I slowly look to the side while closing my eyes and stopping my resistance. I have to play along with her, or else who knows what else she''ll have in store for me. "Good. At least now you''ll shut the fuck up.", Anita celebrates her victory. She removes the other hand from on top of my head. The hand slowly hits the comfy bedsheets, as I bite down on my lips, bracing myself. Anita grabs my rock-hard dick at this point, making it twitch with surprise before moving her thin panties to the side, positioning my member carefully on herself. She starts to go down, very slowly. "F..Fuck..I...I''ve missed this cock for so long..." Chapter 14: Chilling He looks so fucking cute when he''s scared and on the verge of crying. It makes me go even crazier~ Adrian finally stopped wriggling and trying to make his way out of my grasp after I''ve beaten him. Seems like violence really is the way around everything. I understand why humans go to war, now. I realize why they''re obsessed with power and conflict. It feels nice to have someone crack at my mercy, knowing how I hold his life in my hands and there''s nothing he can do to stop me. My nails make a lewd noise as I trace my fingers, and find the outline of the panties before putting them over to the side. I grab his dick, and it twitches in a REALLY cute way that makes me go even crazy over this power trip. I slide down on his thick cock, and it kinda hurts, since we hadn''t been doing foreplay, but I don''t give a fuck about anything at this point. My head kicks back and my long hair touches my tailbone as I bask in the feeling of his cock penetrating my insides. I feel my walls coiling around him, like it was some sort of hospitality, greeting their guest. I stay still for a moment, and I open my eyes to see the lighting on the ceiling. A smirk breaks out on my face before I slowly turn my head down, and see my cutie''s scared face. He''s looking to the side. Seeing his quivering lips, I lick the bottom of my lip, before comforting him. I put one arm on the bed while still being on top of him. I delicately and gently caress his jaw and neck with affection, "Don''t worry, darling. You just needed some motivation to calm down. Now that we''ve got that out of the way," I bring my hips up making his dick feel all the folds inside me before I slam back down on his hips in an instant. He yelps and his eyes are shot wide open as he wheezes. "Let''s get started!~" - I keep moving up and down on his fat cock, my hands on his waist as I''m on top of him. "T...There. Are you *thrust* feeling good yet, *thrust* honeybee? I know *thrust* I AM!!" After a while, I rest for a brief moment to catch my breath and rest my hands on my bare naked thighs for comfort. I look down at Adrian, and I adore his semi-wet hair. From the looks of it, it seems to drying up pretty quickly since his body heat is high from the sex. It''s waving to his right side. I snap my head and see there''s a mirror where his head is facing. His eyes are still closed, and I can also make out a faint tear trying his best not to leave his left eye, but it''s on the verge of getting out. I put my hands on his jaws and order, "Open your eyes" His eyes open up slowly and he sees the reflection of me on top of him from the mirror. "I *thrust* OWN *thrust* YOU!!~" He yelps and whimpers cutely as I bring my hips down on him, with his hands clutching the white sheets on the mattress. "SAY IT!!*thrust* SAY THAT I OWN YOU!!" Adrian rapidly nods. Seeing how cute and vulnerable he is, I put my hands around his neck, and adjust my hands around his Adam''s apple. I apply just a little pressure. Not enough to choke him or anything, but enough to establish dominance. "I SAID, *thrust* SAY IT, *thrust* SAY IT YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! *thrust*" "Y...You...*sniffle* o....wn...m...mee...e *wheeze*", Adrian cries out. A diabolical grin spreads across my face as he says these words. - The view from up here looks amazing. And fuck, the cold breeze feels nice on my bare naked skin. I take a final drag from my cig and throw it from the top. I walk back into the room, pick up my metal cigarette case, and open it up. "F..Fuck. I''m all out of cigs.", I mourn. I throw the cig case on the bed in protest and it lands close to Adrian before my eyes fall on him. He''s all covered up with the sheets, up to his neck. His hair is sweaty from the sex, and his hand peeks out the sheet. He''s still clutching onto them. It seems like I really did fuck him up tonight, but it was needed. Some other bitch tried to take him away from me, and I''m just supposed to let that happen? No way. I walk up to his side of the bed before sitting down. I comfort his body through the thick sheets, Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. "It''s okay. You did amazing there honeybee. It''s nice that I didn''t have to restrain you or choke you out. At least we''re progressing in that department, right?", I giggle while my hand moves up and down on his body. His body heat is penetrating the sheets and radiating like crazy, surprising me. "Did you have THAT much fun, darling? I mean, I know we went for like 4 rounds...a..and I know your personal record is like... a 3 in a single night. But it had to be done. I''ve marked you as my territory now." Adrian doesn''t respond. His eyes are still closed and his breaths are large, almost like wheezes. I sigh and bring my hands over his face, moving his hair out of his face before I cup my hand on his jaw. My hand is INSTANTLY jerked back as it feels like I''ve just touched a red hot dry iron. "W...What the fuck?", I think to myself. I regain composure and touch his forehead with my palm facing me and four fingers making contact with him. The heat makes me flinch but I endure the pain and feel his forehead up. "Y...You''re burning up, Adrian. A...Are you feeling sick..?", I question him. Adrian opens his eyes mid-way before nodding slowly. My heart aches as I see Honeybee''s shivering face. Did I make him sick? Surely not right? "F..Fuck, okay, okay... I know a hospital around here. I''ll call them up and request a doctor. Everything we''ll be fine, okay?" I get up and grab my phone. I start walking back and forth in the room nervously before finding the contact number. Adrian gazes at me with a weary face, and he looks at me with curiosity brewing up on his face. "Yes, I''m Anita. Yes, my team and I, recently helped your hospital let go of that Doctor with that lawsuit, yes. Uh-huh. Okay listen, I''m in downtown at XXXXX and I need a private Doctor at the hotel. Yeah, money isn''t an issue, I''ll pay them a large amount. Make it quick, I think my husband is in critical condition. Okay, thank you.", I request a doctor as I end the call and put my phone down. Adrian''s face turns into a VERY faint smile as he nods before closing his eyes again and opening his mouth, drawing out large breaths. Since help is going to be a bit late, I get up and get a bowl from the room service tray and I fill it up with warm water. I grab a towel from the bathroom and douse it in the bowl, before wringing it all out. I go and sit by Adrian''s side, before using some water on my fingers to make his hair move out of the way. I apply the warm towel on his forehead, and he moans, "a-ah~" - The doctor takes her stethoscope out of her ears as she lifts her hands off Adrian''s wrist and states, "It''s nothing too severe. His blood pressure is a bit higher than normal Your husband just has a cold. It''s probably the cause of being overworked or being drenched in rainwater, or any time of water for too long. Seeing how we''re in summer, we can easily eliminate rain and see that he''d being overworked." My heartbeat fastens up as she says this. I did deny him to dry himself up in the heat of the moment, but that wouldn''t cause an illness, right? I''d already clothed him up after we fucked, so that should''ve helped him dry up, right?? Maybe I did go too far by squeezing out the last drops of cum out of his dick on that 4th session. I didn''t think I''d make him ill or anything. God, I feel so fucking guilty now. I listen to the doctor intently and nod. "You said your husband...what''s his name, again?" "Adrian", I reply. "Right, Adrian" The doctor flips through her scribbling pad, and explains even further, "Seeing how he''s in university, he might''ve been studying too much and taking less frequent breaks." The doctor then turns to me as she clears her throat. "You need to be supporting him, okay? He doesn''t know it, but he''s been overworking himself to his limits. You need to step in and put an end to his reckless behavior. If this keeps on going, he''ll end up hurting himself." The doctor states with a daunting tone. The scene is almost as if a mother is scolding her child for something that the child wasn''t supposed to do. She sighs and takes a look at Adrian with a concerned face. The doctor lifts up his tee, and right before I can stop her, she sees his stomach, recoiling with a gasp. "W-What the fuck...?" The doctor puts on a surgical glove before tracing her fingers up and beyond his scars. I didn''t realize how bad they truly were, until now. She snaps her head towards me, and demands. "What the fuck does this mean, Anita?" "I- I don''t know anything about those...w...wow...t..they look pretty horrible. Maybe he got them at a fight or something?", I try my best to fight my way out of the situation The doc inspects the scars with an angry look before resuming, "These aren''t scars caused by fights. These are caused by long and hard ropes." The doctor pokes them slightly, causing Adrian to gasp and wince. "Like they''ve been getting hit by something for a long time." I realize if I keep letting the doctor instigate even further, I''ll get caught. I scoff and take my wallet out before removing a bunch of $100 bills as much as my fist can hold, before extending my arm to her. "Don''t say a single word about any of those scars at the hospital.", I state with an intimidating tone. The doctor whimpers before resuming with shock, "I don''t know what''s the situation with you and your husband or the relationship you hold with him." The doctor looks back at Adrian''s weary face. "But you shouldn''t hurt him this bad. Knowing that YOU caused these scars, makes me wonder if..." The doctor puts her hands to her chin putting the pieces of the puzzle together, thinking about something, before her face lights up like she just had an epiphany. She snaps her head back at me. "I..It isn''t a far-out possibility that YOU made him fall sick." My face turns sour, and I''m starting to seethe in my own mind. The doctor stands up and takes his temperature and groans, "He''s getting there." She takes a bunch of bandages out of her bag and starts wrapping Adrian around his scars. After she''s done, she wipes her brow and resumes writing something on her pad, before tearing out a piece of paper and handing it to me. "Here. Some medicine for inflammation. I''ve also prescribed some ointments that''ll help him heal those scars and ease up the pain. I''ve already wrapped him up. You need to go to a hospital with him and redress those every other day. Keep nursing him, at least for tonight, and make sure he takes those pills after he''s had something to eat, like dinner.", The doctor declares. "O...Okay, I''ll do that, doc...just don''t say anything to the higher-ups, okay?" The doctor looks at me with a scary face, and squinting her eyes, "I don''t want your money, but I guarantee you one thing." She leaves a short break before continuing, "Anita, if he dies, or I get to know he died a few months later down the line, I won''t even hesitate." She scoffs before adjusting her coat and slamming the door close on her way out. - Chapter 15 : Fever White. Everything is white. The sky, the ground, everything. Only my body has sensation. This white blank space I''m walking on feels like feathers, yet I can''t fall through it. I look down at myself and see my body as a whole. I flap out my toes and feel them wriggle. I stretch my hand and see my fingers. They make a satisfying feeling as I rub them against each other, making me feel a bit human. I look up and squint my eyes. There''s nothing in sight. Not a single home, or any structure. Absolute nothingness. It seems to be I''m surrounded by a boundless horizon. Eager for a semblance of anything at this point, I start walking. My pace becomes faster and faster until I full-on start running in panic, as I go through the dimension finding absolutely nothing. "pleasepleaseplease don''t make me think this is what I think it is...", I wheeze while still running at my maximum speed. My legs give in after a bunch of minutes, making me stumble and fall while the ground cushions me. Damn, this feels better than the mattress we hav-HAD at our home. I flap my arms in a motion before I soak it all in "So this is heaven, huh?" I get up and dust my pants due to muscle memory before giggling to myself; Dust can''t be in here. I resume walking but I''ve come to terms with the situation at hand. I''ve died. And the cause of death: too much sex. I cringe hard, biting down on my teeth. That''s gonna be embarrassing as hell when it''s written on my gravestone, god. I walk around before I notice the floor starts to change its color and texture. My steps now make a slight ripple on the floor, with each consequent step. The inanimate white color now starts to sink away, and a noticeable white paint starts forming on top of it. I kneel to inspect it, and I make a larger ripple as I shift my body weight down to my legs. "Feels like porcelain", I state as I feel the floor as my two fingers make their ripples, colliding with each other. A few lines start going through and parallel to the porcelain design before it forms a large square. Another one forms to its right. Another one to its left. This keeps on going until a complete floor is designed. A faint feeling of nostalgia comes to my mind as I put my hand on my thigh and stand up. I adore the design. A few small brown pillars start sprouting from the tiles, which catch my attention, making my mouth open in awe. They grow from the ground up, like trees with their roots ingrained down below. In just a matter of seconds, they form a table. Similarly, these tables are instantly laid out on the floor. "This...This looks familiar..", I mutter. The floor finishes its metamorphosis before I realize where I am. "This is the same cafe that I frequent." - The cafe is now bustling with people. Many new groups of people are now entering and subsequently, a few people leave in their place. A barista surprises me as he runs at full force towards me. Before I could even react, he passes through me. I''m shocked for a moment before I break out laughing, "T-That''s right.. *snort* I''ve died!~", I rejoice. I walk around the cafe, adoring every great detail of it. The industrial ventilation system that''s on the ceiling. The nice photos hanging up on the walls. I sigh and keep my hands in my pocket, before I come across an unattended table, with a tray food, and a bunch of emptied cups on the table. Bad date, I''m guessing. I reach my arms out and try to grab the buns of the burger. My fingers pass RIGHT through them like it was nothing. A faint smirk spreads across my face in defeat as I keep forgetting that I''ve passed. I put my hands back in my pocket, and think to myself, "This cafe holds a special place in my heart. Not because I used to frequent it, but for a different reason, altogether..." *thud* *noises of books clattering* A loud crashing sound behind me makes me flinch and catches my attention. I turn around slowly, and there I see it. The moment where it all began. I see Anita on the ground, with her books scattered on the floor, and next to her is poor innocent me. I lean back on the table and enjoy the scene playing out right before my eyes. I guess it really is true. You recall your most precious memories when you''re passing into the state known as death. - I see my past self help Anita on the ground gathering her books one by one. I hear myself apologizing to her. Something along the lines of "so sorry..", and "I didn''t see you there!", as I help her up by her shoulders. We get to talking and I remember I treated her to food as an apology. After this night, we regularly started talking to each other over the phone and meeting up frequently. One detail that I notice is that while we were on the ground, Anita seems to be sneaking glances at me, while having a gnarly smile on that pretty face of hers. It makes me wonder if this is some random bump or if she planned it all in the first place... I sigh, as I shake my head. "Doesn''t matter now, does it?" Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. With a blink, everything in this moment starts disintegrating, before it flies away like dust in the wind, and a new setting takes form. The energy shifts. My peripheral vision is now filled with darkness, with a light source casting an infinite shadow from behind me. I turn around and see a single lamp illuminating the floor now. The lamp is sitting on a table, and I see a pen writing in a book on its own. A faint finger forms on the pen. It further forms into a complete arm, and then I see my younger version materialize right in front of my eyes. I look around and I realize this is the same room that I used to rent out a while ago. Back when I WASN''T married. The room has one desk, a bed adjacent to it, and a small wardrobe indented into the wall. I see a small corridor leading into complete darkness. I go over there and extend my arm to see if it''s a wall, before Anita emerges through it, and then runs through me, giving me a mini-heart attack. I see a gun in her hand swaying before it becomes almost invisible in the darkness of the room, as she comes to a stop. "Isn''t this also when that happened?", I think to myself. I look back, and there I witness the scene happen again, but this time from a 3rd person perspective. - "You''ve denied me for far too long, Adrian.", Anita says in a stern voice. This startles Adrian. He snaps his head back before putting his pen down and standing up. He folds his hands neatly against each other. "You knew it was coming all along. I just can''t stand to be with someone like you!!", Adrian yells out in frustration. "What kind of girlfriend do you have to be to follow your own boyfriend into a club, after I LITERALLY told you I was going out with some friends, hm?", Adrian drops the bomb. Anita sucks in air through her mouth and replies, "I was just making sure you didn''t break my trust. OUR trust to be exact, Adrian. We''re a team, aren''t we?" "As fucking if. A team is when both the parties have a mutual agreement." Adrian leans in. "Which I do NOT see here." An eery silence fills the atmosphere now. Adrian is looking at Anita with a determined face. Anita has anger brewing up on her face with some veins on her neck bulging and showing as a result. Adrian resumes, "Listen, we''ve had fun and made plenty of memories along the way. I always wanted to break the news out to you the past couple of weeks, but I never really found the right moment." Adrian takes a large breath, "It''s best for the both of us that we go our own separate ways right, Anita?" Adrian declares. His gaze lowers down and his eyes catch a glinting from Anita''s side before his whole body freezes. It''s a gun. In one swift motion, Anita brings her gun up to Adrian''s chest level, making him flinch and back off before his butt hits the table. Anita has a scary look in her eyes. She''s devoid of all kindness and she''s now filled with resolve. Adrian''s all cornered, with his arms in the air. "W-What''s with the gun, honeybug?", Adrian asks hesitantly with both his arms in the air now. "OH, so NOW I''m your honeybug, hm? All night today, you didn''t call me cute nicknames or even something as simple as "babe" or "darling". But now that the tables have turned, I''m suddenly your honeybug? Funny how that works, huh.", Anita proclaims her victory. Adrian''s teeth chatter as he instantaneously looks to the side, with sweat falling down his temple. He''s speechless. Anita holds a firm grip over her gun and aims at Adrian as she resumes, "I knew you were holding it off to break up with me, and I''m not letting you off the hook THIS easy, honeybee. I''ve let you have your way with me, and you just simply throw me away like I''m some fucking piece of trash? No, mister, that is NOT how things work. Especially with me." "I-I didn''t use you or anything..o..okay?! Y...You know I''m not calling off our relationship just because of that...", Adrian defies Anita. Adrian sneaks a side-eye at his lover. She still has that iron grip on the gun, and realizes he''s truly in danger now. "O-Okay..f.fine I take it back, I won''t break up with you, okay?! We can just...go back to being a cute couple. L-Like we always were...", Adrian pleads. "Nuh-uh. We''re way past that point now. It''s time you learned your lesson.", Anita states while cocking her gun ready. Adrian snaps his head back at her and gazes at Anita with love and affection in his eyes as he realizes he''s moments away from death. "Please...you don''t have to do this...I''ll do anything...just let me live...", Adrian proposes. Anita''s eyes light up and they sparkle for a split-second. Quite a contrast to a moment before, when they were dark and void of any life. "Anything? Do you really mean that, Adrian? You''d do anything?" Adrian nods slowly. Anita takes her left hand off the gun while still holding aim over his body. She reaches for her back pocket and removes a folded piece of paper. She throws it over to Adrian and he catches it mid-air. "W-What''s this?", Adrian questions. "Open it. I have a surprise waiting for you in there.", Anita replies. Adrian gulps before opening the folded piece of paper and his soul almost leaves his body. He looks up at Anita with a horrified face. "You said anything right, honeybee? Sign the fucking marriage papers now. As you can see, I''ve already filled out all our information. I just need your signature. We''ll be a couple by tonight.", Anita answers even further with a devilish smile. She then motions to the bed with her gun next to the desk and resumes, "Also our honeymoon. I know it isn''t the best, but we have to make do~" - I snicker to myself, watching my past self anxiously sign the marriage papers with shivering hands. Leaning against the room''s cold wall, I wonder what would''ve happened had I resisted. Worst case scenario, I would''ve died. I try to walk up to the desk, but my next step makes me fall RIGHT through the floor, making me yell as I descend into complete darkness. Initially surprised, my expression turns into acceptance. I position myself vertically with the help of my arms falling down before I acknowledge that this is what I was waiting for. Death. I close my eyes and flail my arms outwards, surrendering, as darkness envelopes all around my body, making me feel hot around me. I grin to myself as I feel my body noodle out into nothingness. At the very end, I feel my body turn oddly cold, before it sharply penetrates my skin, making me whimper. The darkness in front of my closed eyes starts to fade away before I feel a warm orange beam hit my closed eyes. The sound of birds chirping fades in. I slowly squint my eyes open, as I see the sun rays hitting me, peeping through the curtains covering the glass panels at our home. Chapter 16 : Dream Adrian slowly opens his eyes, as the gentle chirping of birds awakes him from his deep slumber. My eyes squint as the sunlight hits me. Rolling off of my side to shield my face, I notice the familiar ceiling. I''m back home. More importantly, I''m still alive. Exhaling with relief, I remove a wet and sloppy towel that''s been sitting on my forehead. I raise my hand and stretch my fingers completely. My eyes focus in and out of the fingers and the rendition of "The Creation of Adam" painted on the top of the ceiling. I make a ball out of my fist and clench them together hard. The pain makes me feel human and it puts me at ease as a smile breaks out on my face. "Just a bad dream, huh...", I whisper to myself. I get up and rest my back against the white headboard on the bed. My vision is blurry from sleeping for God knows how long. My eyes search around the room, while I rub them, trying to figure out the things in the room. I look around and everything seems normal, before I see the sight of Anita on the right side of the king-sized bed. This makes me recoil, but I regain composure as I make it out that she''s actually sleeping. Anita is sitting on a steel chair right next to the bed, and she has a cozy home outfit on. Her brown hair is a mess, not even in a bun, getting all over her face and there are dark circles under her eyes. Seems like she was busy taking care of me all night, seeing the weary look on her face. She''s dozing off, with her head slowly going down as a trickle of drool escapes the corner of her mouth. This vulnerable sight of her, makes me smile. "She also has an innocent and sweet side to her, huh...", I think to myself. Her head rocks back and forth as she tries her best not to fall asleep. For a split-second, she falls asleep, and her head drops down, before she jerks herself awake, letting out a cute noise in the process. Anita cleans her mouth with her sleeve and looks around the room before our eyes meet. "ah~" Anita lets out a tiny gasp and the tired expression on her face eases up as she sees that I''ve woken up. Without hesitation, Anita lunges at me, and embraces me hugging me tightly as she bursts into tears, "I''m sorry, I''m sorry, I''m so soo sorry!!~", Anita apologizes profusely. She chokes on her words as she says, "I''m never going to force you *sniff* like that...I promise." A sigh escapes my mouth as I run my fingers through her messy hair. I should give her a proper oiling head massage once I get up and running. "You promise? You''re never going to do anything like that again right, honeybug? ", I ask with a concerned tone. Anita shakes her head up and down as she''s still wrapped her hands around me and her head is pushing into my abs. I bring her face up with the help of my hands cupping her face, and I see her face; It has ALL the symptoms of an emotionally wrecked human being: her nose is runny, with fluid going over her lips and down to her chin. Her tears are mixed with it as they make their way down her pretty face. Her lips are shaking and her chin is quivering. My heart melts at this defenseless sight of Anita. I sigh and I inhale sharply. Right as I''m about to forgive her, I stop dead in my tracks. Stolen novel; please report. I stop myself and trace back my steps. She looks the most vulnerable she''s ever been in her entire life. It hurts me yet it brings me joy to see her crying, in contrast to her nasty and smug face that she showed me that night, after beating me into submission. A faint smirk spreads across my face as a sinister idea sprouts inside my brain. - "Hey, Anita." Anita nods slightly, to show that she''s listening. "If you ever do something like that ever again," Adrian leaves a brief pause to heighten the tension. "I won''t hesitate to divorce you." - Anita''s entire expression changes at the mention of the word, "Divorce". Her eyes snap wide open, and her face seems to freeze instantly. I can feel something inside of her break at that very moment. She looks at me with an extremely worried look, before she takes a big gulp, and nods. "I...I understand...y..you could''ve died...a..and it would''ve been my fault...I won''t ever force you again...y..you have my wo-*sniffle* word..", Anita states with a teary voice, almost feeling like her throat would give out at any point. Seeing that I finally broke her, I smile internally. This is payback. I heave a relieved sigh, as I turn over and grab a clean dry towel from the nightstand. I hold her face up with my hand around my chin. She closes her eyes and mouth, surrendering herself to my care for a brief moment as there''s radio silence in the room. Anita finally pulls away from Adrian and gets off top of him. She adjusts her fluffy slippers on her feet and straightens her cute Hello Kitty top, as she stands on the side of the bed next to him. She''s standing with her hands clasped in front, showing submission. The couple is gazing at each other with love in the air. It looks as if they''ve both fallen in love with each other for the first time all over again. Anita has a smile on her face, but deep down she''s hurt. She knows she deserved it, but she didn''t know it would sting her THIS bad. She has no other option but to take responsibility and take it on the chin. Suddenly a loud growl resonates from Adrian''s stomach, breaking the silence in the room. "D-Don''t worry, I''ll cook you up something nice, okay?", Anita stutters as she moves around the bed, and out of the room. - "Say aaah~", Anita incites me with an adorable voice. I munch on the pancakes. A bit of the honey syrup drips down my chin. Anita cups her hand, catching a dribble of it before licking it off her fingers while giving me a seductive look. "How is it?", Anita questions with a curious face. I finish swallowing the pancakes in my mouth with a gulp, before answering, "It''s pretty nice. I didn''t know pancakes were your specialty.", I compliment her cooking. Her face lights up in excitement as she takes pride in her cooking. She closes her eyes, puffs her chest out, and places her hand on it. "See? I can cook too, if I put my mind to it, hmph!~", she proclaims with confidence and a huge grin. Anita slowly opens one of her eyes and sees Adrian adoring her with a slight grin. Her excitement dies down quickly, as the sickly sight of her husband in bed reminds her that SHE''S the reason for Adrian''s illness. With the plate empty and sitting on the nightstand now, Anita settles herself right next to Adrian, with her back against the headboard. She coils her hands around his, intertwining her fingers before placing her head on his shoulders. Adrian returns the favor by holding her tight, comforting and reassuring her. The couple''s bond deepens even further, as they share this heartfelt moment in complete silence, with everyone being happy. Chapter 17: House Our classes were canceled for some reason so I decided to devote today to taking care of the house. I''ve cooked lunch already, so my goals for today are: to clean up the house. It''s been a month or so since I haven''t completely deep-cleaned the house. I vacuum it every other day, but I normally leave out the ceilings and the walls, but I notice they have dust accumulating on them for a couple of weeks. - I wipe a sweat off my brow as I finish vacuuming the carpet in the living room. Anita changes the entire carpet of the house every other season so that, and I quote, " the house doesn''t become bland." Speaking of which, it''s been a whole week since that incident. Anita has been pretty nice as of late. I''m not being greeted with a beating right at the door when she comes home. She''s stopped snapping at me for the smallest of things and doesn''t demand to see my phone every night we go to sleep. A deep sigh escapes my lips, carrying the weight of the emotional turmoil. I know I hurt her when I threatened her with a divorce, but it was for her own good, seeing how she''s improved from that night. She just needed that fear of me leaving her, even if it meant I had to see her painful expression. "whatever...", I mutter before moving onto her room. The luxurious white-creamy carpet bristles against my feet as it stretches along the whole floor. Some would even call this a living room seeing how big it is. Anita has a huge watch collection hiding behind two glass doors indented into the wall. She has multiple fancy watches ranging from old-school classics to modern-day watches, that would make heads turn as one walks down the street with them hanging on their wrists. Anita has this weird habit of splurging on random items impulsively. "If I see something I like, I buy it! Simple as that!~", I remember Anita''s words when I was convincing her that we did not need yet ANOTHER golden watch at a brand store. I squint my eyes as I lift the watch encased in its pristine display like it''s a sworn enemy of mine. I proceed to clean the watches too, with a microfiber cloth before putting them all back in their places and closing the door. Her room is painted with a light tone of gray, almost mirroring the color of the carpet. As I switch on the vacuum, it makes a low-tone whirring sound, before the vacuum comes to life, making contact with the floor. I make sure to get each and every corner of the room. I even do it twice, so I don''t miss anything. phew The only thing left is cleaning under the bed. I remember getting a whole lot of dust under here the last time I cleaned it. Since the bed leaves a really thin space underneath, I switch out the long head of the machine with a narrow wide head, and I let the machine do its job. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. - *thud* "The fuck?", I whisper under my breath. The vacuum cleaner just made a weird sound like it just hit something metal. I gulp before putting my knees down and kneeling on the ground to see what''s down there. I don''t see anything, as it''s pitch black down there, so I extend my hand down and push myself against the bedframe, and there I feel it. It DEFINITELY is metal. I claw my fingers around it and push it to my side. It slides out and I see it as a whole: It resembles a mint box but seems to be made out of tin. It seems to have been degraded as the white paint brushes away slightly after rubbing my fingers on it. It looks a bit bigger than the normal ones you''d get at a store, though. I cautiously open it. Seeing the contents inside, a shock runs through my veins, before they feel oddly cold to the point where they hurt near my wrists. Even though it''s winter, I start feeling sweaty, and worried. Right before my eyes lay a collection of my own photos staring right back at me. No, these aren''t the ones that I paid someone to make a collage of me, no, these look like they''ve been taken without my knowledge... "Anita...you wouldn''t go this far, right?", I whisper to myself. I flip through the photos one by one, with unease and fear etched into my mind now. In some photographs, I''m jogging while wearing headphones, showing only the back of my head, like the taker of the shot was just waiting for me. In others, I''m seen talking to my friends and laughing with them. I turn the photo, but a slight graving at the back of it catches my attention. I see the date, "17th February, 2022" The heavy silence in the room amplifies the weight of this discovery. I stand up toss the box with its contents on the bed and remove my phone from my pocket instantly. I recall when we first time we met and bumped into each other, Anita forced me to take a photo of both of us together, even though it was weird. I went ahead with it because I felt like I was obligated to do it. Keep in mind, this is the first time I''ve ever met her. "please....you aren''t THIS crazy...right?", I mutter as I walk back and forth nervously in the room trying to go up the camera roll before I scroll right past it. "ah!", I gasp and go down a bit below, before putting my finger on the image. I take a deep breath, and I double tap on it. In the photo, Anita seems to have a friendly smile, while I clearly have a forced smile sitting next to her. She''s wearing a low-cut top, showing off a bit of her cleavage, and her shoulders are just brushing up against mine. I still remember the adorable almond smell of her hair. "NONONO!", I shake my head dismissively seeing that I got distracted. I move on from the photo before hovering my finger over the small information button on the photo. I gulp, and I push onto the phone, before praying that it''s not what I think it is. I search for the date, and it reads: 3/4/22 My grip tightens up involuntarily as I feel rage brewing up inside me. My hand starts to ache and I feel like I could crush the phone with sheer rage. I bite down on my teeth and the sides of my face and jaws start to hurt. I can''t believe it. *ding* My breath hitches and I slightly jump up as I hear the doorbell ring. It echoes throughout the house, ringing my ears slightly. I glance at the clock, and it reads 2 p.m. "This won''t be her, so I should be good.", I snicker to myself. I groan and put the cover on the tin box letting it stay on the bed before I slouch out the room. I keep the vacuum cleaner in the living room and I open the door with a grumpy face, but it shifts to a mix of surprise and fear as I greet the visitor standing right in front of me. Chapter 18: Warming My heart is beating as fast as it possibly can. This has got to be the worst time for her to come home. In front of Adrian, Anita stands tall and proud. She has a wide grin on her face. The Sun is shadowing her, highlighting her alluring silhouette, with a black suit and a skirt that reaches just above her knee. Her hands are resting on her hips. Without any warning, Anita lunges at Adrian, taking him by surprise. I gasp, as Anita hugs me, wrapping her arms over my body, and brushing her hand through the hair at the back of my head in a repeated motion, like she felt relief. She pulls back for a brief moment before finally speaking, "So? How''d you like my surprise?" I look at her with a puzzled expression. "I saw your text!! I knew you''d be home since you messaged me that you had a day off from all those stupid and boring lectures.", Anita finally reveals with a happy tone. "I thought it''d be nice to spend lunch with you, so here I am~", Anita says as she takes off her shoes, putting one hand on my shoulder while leaning into me and taking off her heels with her dormant hand. "Ugh, work was so rough today, you know that? My boss kept pestering me to get some calls done on her behalf. Some random case that I''m not even associated with", she vents putting her heels down. I listen to her ramblings nervously, hoping she doesn''t go for her room or anything. "Ah! That reminds me!!", Anita yells out, pulling me back into reality. "Could you make me a drink? I love me some Mango Punch" She leaves a slight pause as she sits on the couch laying one leg over the other. "Especially on hot days like these~", Anita declares as she puts her hair in a bun, using the help of a hair tie. God. She looks flawlessly gorgeous, without even trying. "Of course, honeybug.", I heave a relieved sigh. - "She''s just here for lunch. That''s it. After that, she''ll be on her way to work. End of story. I''ll pretend like I never saw that stupid box, and keep it away.", I talk to myself in my mind, as I prepare a plate of fresh delicious food for Anita. Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. "But you have to ask her about this, don''t you? She was stalking you for fucks sake!! You have to get closure. You''re gonna bring a stop to this creepy behavior of hers, aren''t you?!", another voice in my mind talks back to me. It''s like there are two wolves inside me, having completely opposite personalities trading blows back and forth. I shrug it off and finally go out with a smile, holding the tray containing a plate of food, and an ice-cold mango drink, like Anita ordered. I walk into the living room with a calm and peaceful demeanor. But that same demeanor shatters and Adrian is shocked beyond belief when he doesn''t find Anita sitting in the living room, where she should have been. Adrian places the tray on a nearby table cautiously and instantly makes a run for her bedroom. Adrian reaches the bedroom, and the scene unfolds right before his eyes. Anita is holding some of the photos as if she were reminiscing something. I down a huge gulp and clear my throat, crossing both my arms putting up the angriest face I could ever put up. *ahem* Anita gets startled and looks up at me with surprise. She sighs and walks up to me elegantly, taking my arm and leading me to the bed before patting the space lying next to her. I hesitate, before I lay down against the headboard, with my thighs making contact with hers as she lays next to me. The atmosphere is heavy. Anita keeps going through the photos, while Adrian looks at her with a determined face. He has a furrowed brow, looking at Anita as if she had committed murder. - "Since when?", I demand. "Since when have you been stalking me, huh?", my voice raises a tad bit, flinching her arms. Anita tilts her head at me, with her smile dissipating she rotates. "I don''t remember." Anita puts a finger to her chin and looks up at the ceiling as if she''s remembering something. "I think it was snowing. And I saw you on my way home from the library.", she looks back down, swapping through the photos with a playful mood. "That was the first time I ever laid my eyes on you. And I just knew it.", Anita exhales a sigh. "Knew what...?", I ponder further. Anita faces me with a sorrowful smile. She brings her hands up to my face, moving my bangs out of the way. Her touch feels like the hands of an angel as she caresses my face with unparalleled affection. "That you were the one for me. - I listen attentively with a slight frown showing displeasure as she starts explaining all the times she followed me home, and on her days off as best as she could. "I even mapped out your entire timetable, you know? It was difficult, taking a week off. But they let me have it since it was my last semester, haha~", Anita giggles, lightening up the mood. There''s a brief bonding between the couple despite it being an unorthodox situation. I brace myself as I finally make up my mind. "Hey, Anita?" Anita looks at me before her giggling dies out. "That day. The one at the cafe, where we bumped into each other and met for the first time?", I dig deeper. Anita''s gaze lowers and her face starts to look guilty. "You planned that too, right?" She glances up at me, raising her eyebrows and a faint smirk spreading across her pretty face "What do you think, honeybee?~" Chapter 19: Bite There''s an eerie silence on the dining table, as the couple eats dinner. The atmosphere hangs heavy between Adrian and Anita. Anita couldn''t believe Adrian found her secret stash of photos. A mischievous smile is spread across her face as she savors her perfectly prepared meal, a mixture of delight and guilt mingling on her face. I swore to myself I was gonna find myself a better spot to hide those photos, but Adrian beat me to it. I just...couldn''t stop myself from pulling that box out and reminiscing about the past from time to time. *heh* I snicker to myself, as I cut the piece of salmon on my plate with a butter knife, before using a spoon to douse it with the juice exuding on the plate. I decorate it with a bunch of cilantro that''s sitting on the steak before I put the delicacy in my mouth. As soon as it makes contact with my tongue, it melts like butter, before a cocktail of flavour explodes in my mouth, making me moan involuntarily. I look up, and face Adrian. I didn''t lash out or yell at him for finding my secret stash. His eyes are nervously going to and fro from the plate in front of him and looking at me with an uneasy face. I bet he has a lot of questions going through his mind right now, and his heart is racing. I gulp and finally break the silence. "I was going to tell you about my uh... obsession. Sooner or later." Adrian snaps up, with his frown deepening even further. "Oh really? When would have that been, huh?", Adrian slightly raises his voice. "When you''d be on your deathbed, drawing your last breath, THEN you would have confessed? Hm?", Adrian pokes even further "Answer me, Anita." I put down my fork and look at Adrian, who has an angry expression. "Nothing of that sort, honeybee." His eyes twitch at the mention of the cute nickname before he goes back to eating the half-eaten piece of meat sticking on his fork, with a slight blush showing on his cheeks. "I just...didn''t find the right moment for it, you know?", I state my reasoning. This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. "You''d start hating me for it...and I was right.", I sneak a glance at his angry face. "I mean, look at you right now...You''re giving me a nasty look...", I plead, lowering my gaze. I feel tears well in my eyes as I grip my thigh as hard as I can, digging my nails even further so the pain cancels out the emotions I''m going through. "Please...don''t give me that look...it aches my heart to see you hate me...", I gulp, swallowing all the tears building up behind my eyes. Adrian snaps back up, his demeanor easing up seeing me vulnerable. He takes a deep breath, leaning back into this seat, and crossing his arms. "I''m not angry at you, okay? I''m just..." Adrian, looked down like he was finding a proper word to use, before looking up at me. "I''m just disappointed.", Adrian declares. I bite into my lips and look down at my plate shivering and grabbing my knife and resuming dinner. My vision becomes cloudy and tears uncontrollably start rolling down my face. Some drop into my plate, as I bite into the steak. Adrian exhales a deep sigh, unbundling his arms and leaving his stance open. He gets up from his chair, walks up to me and leans onto the dining table. I feel his arms running through my hair, comforting me as they reach behind the back of my head. His other arm is wiping my tears off. This feels like therapy, but my emotions are all over the place. "Listen", I snap my head back up and look at Adrian as he resumes speaking. "No more stalking your hubby behind his back, okay?", Adrian declares with a light playful slap on my cheeks. A smile breaks out on my face as I slightly nod. "Of course...I won''t ever do something like that, okay...?" Adrian smiles before patting my head. His caring touch resumes as he tears a piece of the meat and feeds it to me. "Oh, that reminds me~", Adrian notices as he glances at the clock. "Isn''t it time for you to go back to work?" I check my watch and sure enough, I''m running late. I smile in relief as I resume eating. "It''s okay...I want to spend today with you. There''s no way I''m going back to work. At least not in this state." "I understand.", Adrian comforts me with a caring tone, surprising me. I thought he''d be angry or mad that I took a day off for such a silly reason. Adrian takes Anita''s phone sitting on the dining table and opens up a messaging app, before typing away seamlessly. He puts a finger to his chin before nodding and pressing another button. Anita keeps her eyes on him with curiosity brewing on her face. "There. I messaged your annoying boss that you''re taking a half day off today. I''m sure she won''t mind since you have a lot of paid leaves stacking up, right?" A smile breaks out on my face as I hear his caring and responsible tone. "Yes!" As they continued their meal, the couple embraced the shared moment, leaving behind the weight of anger and grievances. Chapter 20: Care In the living room, the couple comforts each other sitting on a couch while only the low sound of the television ensues in the background. The setting sun peeps through the window panels, shining light inside the room, making it a quiet ambiance. Anita is holding onto me in a pretty clingy way as if I''d make a run for it or something if she let go even for a millisecond. Her hand is caressing my torso, as she makes up and down motions, feeling the bandages wrapped up around me. She raises her head and asks, "Honeybee, when was the last time you reapplied those...bandages...? "Y-Yesterday, after a shower...", I bring a hand up to my temple and scratch the side of my head, as I whisper nervously feeling her intentions. Anita leans into Adrian and rubs her head against the bandages feeling the rough yet gentle texture of them along her cheeks. A faint sense of guilt runs over her, making her regret all the abuse she put him through. The doctor''s advice echoes in her mind as she recalls that night. "I...I don''t want you getting an infection or getting even more sick...", Anita mutters almost inaudibly. She brings her head up, and murmurs as she places her hands on my face with a gentle touch caressing me, "L-Let me take care of you. I''ll redress your body, today?" Taken aback, I hesitate for a moment before a delicate grin appears on my face. Leaning closer, I gently plant a kiss on her forehead as her eyes gently shut, feeling a silent connection lingering between us. chu - In the dimly lit room, Adrian lies with his body stark naked. A singular towel hides his lower body with a slight outline showing. Anita stands sternly beside him, with her gaze fixed on the bandages. Anita gulps nervously, as she unwraps the bandages unlocking the hooks of the bandage, before lightly holding my back up making an arch. I bring a hand over my arm over my face feeling a slight chill down there. "A-AH!" A very sharp pain makes me jump up and look down at her. She''s also startled by my outburst, as I see one of her fingers near my scars. "S...Sorry..I...I was just checking how bad they were..", Anita whispers with a scared tone. I sigh and my head falls back down on the cushy pillow. "Whatever, just don''t poke them too hard. It''s still pretty painful." Stolen story; please report. Anita breathes out a sigh, making a ''mhm'' sound. "I..I''m gonna apply some lotion the doc prescribed, okay?", Anita declares to which I just nod impatiently. "I..It''s gonna be cold..", she adds, with a hint of concern in her voice. I go back to my default pose with the arm over my eyes and my head, listening to a small plastic tube being opened and a few shuffling sounds as Anita keeps the cap of the tube on the nightstand. Anita squeezes a small amount of the lotion on Adrian''s body, making him flinch. Adrian bites down on his teeth, soldiering through the pain. Anita brings her hands to his body, spreading out the ointment with a gentle touch. Feeling the uneven and rough skin, she feels even more guilty. Adrian moves with slight hitches and his breathing gets faster as Anita covers his whole torso with care. The room is filled with a quiet intimacy, as Anita continues her massage being very slow and precise. The scars both seen and unseen bear witness to the trials they''ve faced together. The night holds a chance for a new beginning of the couple''s relationship. - I feel Anita''s cold fingers touch my face, making me gasp with surprise. I open my eyes only to see a sorrowful grin on her face. I reciprocate her actions and hold her hand in return, making my hands a bit sticky in the process. "You poor thing..", Anita whispers, making me blush slightly and my smile grow bigger. Anita breaks the touch and goes out of the room. Moments later, she comes back with a vial of semi-transparent liquid. She douses her hands with 8-10 drops of the liquid, before rubbing it vigorously in between her hands, making it heat up. Adrian feels her tender hands touch his shoulders as Anita starts massaging him. "W-What''s this? I..I thought you''re only gonna wrap me up..", I question her. "It''s a special oil, darling. And no, I just couldn''t stand the sight of you being so tired and hurt. That''s why I''m going to massage you, okay?", Anita resumes. She moves her hands in circular motions around my shoulders, before poking into the tender muscles reaching as far as she can gently. "A-Ah~", I whimper. Anita doesn''t stop caressing my body, and brings her hands to my neck, carefully massaging my clavicles on both sides. "I..I regret hurting you, okay?", Anita finally reveals. I open my eyes and nod appreciating her sincerity with a soft smile before closing my eyes again. "C-Can I try something new, honeybee?", Anita questions with a curious voice. "Sure." Anita grins mischievously and takes her slippers off, before making a grunt sound as she gets on the bed. She lays her knees beside Adrian''s thighs, almost trapping him underneath him, with her on top of him. Adrian is still oblivious as he''s almost on the edge of passing out with his eyes closed. The tranquil and warm tone of the room is making him dizzy. My eyes are shot wide awake as I feel Anita''s hands moving down my thighs, and there I see her. On top of me. "I..It''s part of the erm...massage...", Anita purrs while blushing and looking to the side. Sneaking a side eye at her lover, she resumes, "Please...we both know that we need this..." Hearing Anita''s adorable yet sensual voice in this setting and feeling her on top of me is making my head spin. All the blood in my body rushes to my lower body, and my dick makes a slight jerk upwards, poking her in the process. She gasps and brings her hand up to her face as she suppresses a giggle with her hand on her mouth. "S..See..? Y...Your body knows what it wants..." Chapter 21: Melt Anita''s heart races as she positions herself on top of me, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. She hesitates for a moment before lowering herself onto my throbbing cock. I moan in pleasure as she eases herself down onto me, taking me deeper inside her with each inch. Anita''s eyes flutter shut as her hips begin to grind against mine, and she moans softly, "Oh god...don''t stop..." Her nails dig into my slender waist, leaving small marks that I know will turn into bruises later. I groan, unable to resist the temptation any longer. "Go slow, honeybug¡­we have all the time in the world.", I whisper in a bid to comfort her, caressing her thigh, and moving my hand up and down. I sit up and grasp her cheeks in my hands and pull her closer, feeling her in all her glory. I make her gasp, making her arch her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes through the room as we move in perfect sync. Anita leans forward, wrapping her arms around my neck as she meets each thrust with enthusiasm. Her nails dig into my shoulders lightly, leaving small crescents of pain that only serve to heighten our arousal, moaning into my chest as I feel her hot breath waft all over my body. My heart races with anticipation as I watch Anita lose herself in the pleasure between us. She has the prettiest fucking body I''ve ever seen; every curve and dip calling out for my touch. I can''t believe I''m the only man on this planet who has the privilege to see her in this primal state, making her lust over me. As I watch her breasts sway with each thrust, it takes everything in me not to come right then and there. "Oh God," she cries out, her body tensing beneath me. "I''m close!" Despite my restraint, however, Anita seems to be reaching her climax sooner than expected. Her fingernails dig deeper into my back, with faint blood gushing out, and her legs coiling around my body like a serpent embracing its prey. She comes undone - waves of pleasure wash over us both as she convulses around me, milking every last drop of cum from my spent cock. We collapse onto the bed together, panting heavily as the atmosphere is filled with only the heavy gasps of trying to catch our breath. As she wheezed, she whispered while huffing hot breath against my chest with a smirk that makes my dick twitch again. "See? Told you it would be worth it." She brings her head up before leaning down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Pulling back from the kiss and looking into Anita''s eyes, I can see the love and lust mixed like two perfect ingredients for this unforgettable night. As we lay there basking in post-orgasmic bliss, I know that this is exactly where we belong: wrapped up in each other''s arms - Anita and I lay entwined on the soft, rumpled sheets. The corners of the room are bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, casting dancing shadows on the walls as the flickering flames create a warm and cozy atmosphere. I trace the curve of Anita''s hipbone with my fingers, marveling at the way her skin responds to my touch, smooth and warm. I watch as her chest rises and falls with each silent breath, the rise and fall of her breasts as she takes drags out of her cigarette. I smirk, before breaking the ice; " We got so caught up, we forgot to use protection, you know?" Anita looks at me surprised, almost forgetting that I just came inside her. "N..Now that you mention it, y..yeah." She looks away and sighs while exhaling a trail of smoke. This vulnerable side of hers is making me want to bully her even more! I bring myself closer to her ears and whisper in a seductive tone, "Imagine cute little products of ours, honeybug. If we have a girl, I want her to be as beautiful as you. And if it''s a boy, he''ll grow up to be as handsome as me~." I take in another deep breath, and whisper while coiling one arm around her arched back, "My, my, how cute would they look, hm?" Anita brings her cigarette to her mouth with a shaky hand, with her right cheek flushing up while still looking away. Her expression turns dreamy with a smirk spreading across her face. I smile and whisper in a seductive tone, almost hypnotizing her. "I''d pamper them and take care of them when you go to work, so you wouldn''t have to worry about anything. And once you''d come home tired from work in the evening, imagine how cute they''d look running up to you and hugging your legs! That''d be the best feeling in the world, right?" Anita''s breath hitches, and I feel her heartbeat rising. Her eyes fall on my fingers making circular symbols on her stomach, exactly above where her womb would be. She''s going through a wide spectrum of emotions: happiness, excitement, joy, and contentment. My fingertips zip around her stomach making a circle, as I deliver the final blow, "Mhm. So, how about it, honeybug? I want at least 2 children with you~" Anita nods, reaffirming me and my plans for us. She sucks in a deep breath through her teeth, and right as she''s about to speak, she seems to finally snap out of her submissive trance. Her brown hair flails up and down as she jumps from the bed and skips to the doorframe, giggling with the biggest blush I''ve ever seen across her face. "You''re just too much, honeybee~" Chapter 22: Right Adrian straightens his shirt, feeling the fabric of the cloth against his body, comforting him amidst the night. The crispness of the fabric echoed the tension in the air. He wets his hand with a transparent gel before spreading it across his hair, before tucking it neatly. Looking into the mirror and feeling his face all fresh and tight from the facewash, he smiles for a split second before it dies out. Tightening his metal strap to his watch, his eyes fell on the time. 9 P.M. Right on time. My eye twitches as I start to miss the presence of my wife. The house feels kinda and empty and devoid of life without her. I miss listening to her talk about random cases she''s working on or something funky that happened at work. ''I wonder when she''ll come home'' I start to worry about Anita, seeing how bad she was seething when I told her earlier this evening about how I was going out with some friends for the night. She left home shortly afterward for a ''walk'', storming off with an angry expression on her face, which is now starting to burn into my mind. Anita was...let''s just say, not pleased with the idea. - "HUH?", Anita looked at me with a confused expression, before glancing away thinking about something. I guess she realized even her hubby needs a social life or else I''d go crazy. "Fine. But I want names, okay?", Anita resumed while snapping her head to me. Smiling innocently, I provided her with every one of their names. "Hm. All males? Are you seriously expecting me to believe you? Do you think I was born yesterday or something?", Anita scoffed while sitting on the couch, sipping on warm tea that I made for her. "N-No, honeybug. I''m telling you the truth. It''s all men. We''re just probably gonna go get some food and then some drinks at a club. That''s all there is to it.", I comforted her with a soothing voice and her cute nickname, two of Anita''s many weaknesses. She exhaled a deep sigh while folding her arms, still having an unconvicted defense. "Yeah, yeah. Fine, whatever. Go have fun with your rowdy gang." The thought of her beloved being around other gorgeous girls irked Anita. She knew she couldn''t control Adrian like a puppet, which she always wanted to do. But fighting over as trivial as this and ruining both of their nights was also not favorable to her. The teacup shook as she brought it to her face, as her insecurity started to seep in. She just couldn''t shake off the image of the disco strobe lights flashing and the thought of some woman flirting with Adrian. The front of her head starts to feel like a needle is slowly being pierced into her brain, almost causing her mental pain, as her mind strives off somewhere, thinking about another woman being with her beloved. ''What if he...'' No. Fucking. Way. Anita shook her head quickly. She looked me up and down looking at how gullible and innocent I looked before snapping her head away from me, making a ''hmph'' sound "Tsk." Adrian noticing the subtle change in Anita''s demeanor, starts re-assuring her. "Hey, hey. I won''t be too long, okay? I promise to come home before 2 A.M. I''ve already cooked pasta along with some garlic bread for dinner." "...Just make sure to keep leftovers in the fridge, okay?", Adrian asked with genuine concern, hoping she''ll comply. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Anita nodded, while still having that uneasy expression. She suddenly stood up and declared with a heavy voice, "I''m going out on a walk. Need some fresh air." Confused by this random gesture, I allow her. "O-Okay." - I spot Anita near the door tightening her shoelace near the door while I was talking to a friend. Putting my hand over the phone, setting the call on hold, I call out to her. "Want me to tag along?" "No need.", Anita shot down my hopes with a stern voice. "H-Hm. Just make sure to be safe, okay?" "A..And don''t take too long!!", I pleaded to her, to which Anita just grunted. She got up, stretched her legs for a bit before stepping outside and slamming the door close, making me flinch. "W-Wonder if it''s that time of the month for her...", I think to myself, scratching my temple with a finger seeing how she''s been so moody today. I look at the phone before I realize I was on a muted call all this time. My concern washes away, as I resume talking to Jay. "Yeah. I''ll be right there at 9:30 P.M." - Adrian closes the door behind him, and the door makes a beep sound confirming the digital lock is in place. He walks down the street to the train station leaving behind a faint trail of fuzzy citrus scent, a signature of Anita''s prized fragrance-bottled gift from when they had just gotten married. The train rumbled and shook before it finally came to a stop, making Adrian hop off. As he walked to the club, he couldn''t help but notice how cold it was even underneath his jacket that he wore tonight. His favorite blue denim jacket that hugged his arms comforted him, yet the weather would still send him chills even though it was summer. ''Maybe...I should''ve stayed...?'' I shake my head, clearing all my doubts about tonight. Tonight was about having fun, not about thinking of Anita. Speaking of, I wonder where she went off to. I slide my phone out of my jacket and sling her a message. "Make sure to call me when you get home, honeybug. I''m worried about you, okay?" My face starts to fall pale as the message is seen and read instantly by the application. This means Anita was staring at her phone and our chats. She had it opened up for god knows how long. Damn. She never disappoints me with her clingy and creepy behavior. Seeing how she doesn''t respond with anything, I send her a cute cat meme to break the ice, to which she responds with a love emoji. ''At least I''m out in the clear. For now.'', I smirk. As I bring my head up and put my phone back in, I realize I''m right outside the club. Looking around, I spot some of my friends whom I was going out with before I run for a brief moment catching up to them. As I enter their semi-circle of the group, gushing like the wind, they all seem very surprised. "YOO, it''s so nice to see you here, Ade.", Josh greeted him with a brotherly voice and a nice nickname that everyone called him by. "Yeah," Luke inserted himself into the conversation while pointing fingers at all the people in the group," We almost thought you were gonna flake out on us, ya cunt. Just like last time." Adrian giggles nervously before cooking up a lie and reasoning his absence when he didn''t go out with them previously. Making up lies and fabricating the truth was a special skill Adrian had honed, with his time being a husband to Anita. He didn''t want any of his friends to know about his relationship. How weird would it be for someone as young as 19 to straight up marry a 25-year-old? No. He''d get weird stares from girls and all the boys would think he''s some sort of a player. He shook his friends'' hands greeting all 4 of them, while the strong scent of booze, and cigarettes filled the air. The fragrances of the crowd mixed in to make a cocktail, now indistinguishable from one another. My eyes scanned the group before finding one person missing. The one that I have the most fun with when I go out on nights like these. I suck in a sharp breath between my lips and ask, "Hey, where''s Ja-" A sudden force from behind jolts me and interrupts my question. I feel rough fingers dig into my shoulders, proceeding down to my ribs for support, as I stumble a few steps in front of me. "Fashionably late. I almost thought you wouldn''t show up~", I hear a familiar voice whispering right in my ear. I roll my eyes, realizing who''s clinging to my back. This idiot. Why am I friends with him, again? - The group talks amongst themselves as Adrian and Jay continue their conversation, further apart from the circle. "I''m surprised she let you come here. You really got permission from her?!", Jay asks with genuine excitement. "Jay.", Adrian domineered with a low-tone voice. "Not here." Jay pulls back and looks as if he is remembering something before he breaks into a smile. "Right. You don''t want anyone else to know except your close friends, right?" Adrian nods while sucking in a deep breath and exhaling a stressed sigh. Jay turns to the crowd and exclaims, "So, are we going in or what?" Chapter 23: Fun The red neon sign of the club glowed bright red, overshadowing the bustling street. It was one of the only few clubs near Adrian''s university that actually had a good ambiance. Good food and a nice vibe; everyone wanted to dance their stress away. You could hear the muffled bass of the music from across the street. The exterior of the club exuded an old, yet modern charm, with its polished glass doors luring guests inside. Catching the fleeting glimpse of Chrys sucking on what seemed to be an e-cigarette right before hiding it in his jacket, Adrian smirks as their group makes its way to the bar, passing two huge doors. Thick smoke escaped Chrys'' nose as they passed through security before they finally came face to face with the party. Looking around, and seeing all their smiles and a joyful atmosphere, a faint sense of calmness washes over Adrian as he feels at home being with his friends. Strobe lights flashed into Adrian''s eyes making him bring his hands to his eyes for cover and look down, only to see a few inches of the black-painted floor being covered by a thin, yet obviously artificial fog. The room vibrated vigorously with the sound of the music, and the stomps of the people dancing. Everyone had their place in the club, ranging from men grinding and grooving with their girlfriends to quiet men standing apart from the crowd sipping on beer from glasses and reserved women sitting on round tables spectating the dance floor, envious of not having a partner Robby startles me by curling his arm around my shoulder before dragging me to the bar, with the rest of the group following us as we straddle through the crowd. A polished thin glass railing past a row of posh bar stools separated the bar from the club, with the population taking recluse once their legs started to tire out. "Come on, lighten up!", Robby screamed in my ear. I almost couldn''t make out any of his words due to the blaring music. He sat in a seat before I made myself comfortable next to him. "You don''t need to think about our evaluations today!" "What can I get you, gentlemen?" A loud voice catches both of our attention. The bartender didn''t look a day under 30. Some of his hair had gone grey, yet looked pretty sick slicked back. With seasoned confidence, he polished a glass, while effortlessly multitasking "Hey!", Rob yells out to the bartender "A Martini with Vodka!", he shouts, before turning to me. "Gin and Tonic. Add something spicy!", I holler at the bartender. The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. - The drink trickles down my throat, as I take another sip and I can''t help but savor it. It starts with this burst of sweetness, like a dance of citrus on my taste buds. Right when I think it''s about to go away, the spice kicks in, almost waking me up with each consequent sip, before finally leaving a faint bitter after-taste. The glass meets the table with a triumphant clink. This was the only drink I could bear, just because I always liked the taste of citrus. That, and I have a knack for spicy food. Mix them up, and make it a drink and I''d be all over it. "I can''t believe how lively this place is!", Robby exclaimed, his words barely audible. A faint smirk spread across my face as I motioned the bartender to get me a refill. Turning to the dance floor, I respond to Rob while waiting for my drink "Right? One of my favorite places!" Each person added their unique energy to the night, with the air being alive with laughter, clinking of glasses and the occasional cheers as songs kept cycling from one to another. I turn around to see my glass full, so I down almost half of the cup before a faint vanilla scent makes me stop dead in my tracks. The fragrance pierces my lungs like a sword to a sternum. A chill runs down my spine as I instantly turn around and start frantically scanning each and every person in my peripheral vision looking for her. A strong grip on my hand startles me, as I look over to my side to find Rob. He''s pulling my hand while gesturing me to the dance floor, overlooking the rest of the group as they disappear into the density of the crowd. Forgetting about Anita, I down my drink and eventually join the rest of the group on the dance floor. - Finally having danced for what seemed like 20 or so minutes, I slowly feel my body start to heavy and feel lightheaded. Inching further and further apart from the crowd with each move, I slip past the group and scan the room before seeing a small door opening up to a balcony. As I step onto the balcony and heave the door close behind me, the transition from the loud chaos of the club to the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere of open space provides a welcome contrast. The music still echoed faintly, but the atmosphere of the balcony was quieter, offering a beautiful sight of the city at night. The streets were almost empty, as I check the time on my watch. 12 A.M Glancing over my right side as I rest my elbows on the rough railing, I spot a flail figure, hiding their face underneath a hood. Her lip gloss shined red as she took another long drag out of her cigarette. I guess they also needed some space away from the crowd. A glint of gold off the watch on her left hand, however, throws me off. I blink my eyes quickly and squint, giving it a side-eye as I focus on it as hard as I possibly could, before finally recognizing it. My eyes widen and disbelief washes over me. Taking a few steps to the left, I gulp and nervously pull out my phone to call her, while still keeping my eyes on the sole person accompanying me on the balcony. My hands shake as I click on her name from the contact list before I initiate a call. ring ring ring Chapter 24: Stalk ring ring ring The air in the atmosphere felt colder than usual. Time stood still for Adrian as he rang his wife. He swore his body was starting to feel heavier than usual, now. Was it the cold air or the fear of having his girlfriend stalk him to the club? ring ring A familiar ringtone breaks the ice and fills up the air on the balcony. A smirk is spread across the flail figure''s face as she takes her phone out and looks at who''s been calling her. Anita then finally turns to face Adrian rejecting the call with a demonic grin, as if creeping in on your partner was something to be proud of. Anita parts her lips and whispers something along the lines of, ''Only if you waited a bit more...'' - Hearing Anita''s soft whisper, a frown is etched upon my face. My heart starts to beat faster and try my best to not break up with her right there. Gripping onto the railing, I yell out, "WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS MEAN, ANITA?! "Pipe down, Adrian. I was just checking in on you. Making sure you didn''t cheat on me with some other hag. That''s why people go to clubs, you know? To get wasted and get a one-night stand?", Anita replies with a smile without a care in the world. "So,", Adrian shoves his hands in his pockets and leans onto the railing feeling a bit lightheaded from the cold," did you find me screwing someone else? Hm? Tell me, did you finally catch me in the middle of the act?!" Anita''s eyebrows perk up as she giggles, her demeanor shifting from smug to amusement as if this was all a game for her. "You''re so funny, Adrian!~.". She regains her composure and sets her gaze on the night city as a slight trail of smoke leaves her mouth. "Oh, how I wish." This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. Taking a long drag from her cigarette, her tone turns violent with her veins almost bulging from the side of her eyes. "I would have killed you right then and there. Along with that whore." she whispers, devoid of any remorse in her blank eyes. The distant street lights seemed to flicker in the cold night. Calling the tension in the atmosphere tight would be an understatement, to say the least. Adrian was feeling a mix of shock, fear, and anger all at the same time. - Seeing her calm and cool demeanor, I know she''s not lying. I''ve seen that face before. I knew she was just a bit crazy, but I was willing to look past it. But this? No, this just feels...psychotic. Fuck, my head is starting to hurt even more now that she''s here. I start to massage the sides of my head involuntarily so that the pain smoothens. Exhaling a deep sigh, she tilts her head to me, "Hm. Maybe you''ve had too much to drink tonight." Anita flicks her cigarette off the top and starts walking towards me. "S-Stop...d..don''t come any close!!", I yell at her with a weak voice as I back off away from her with my legs starting to feel like jello. "You sure are a late bloomer, hm? I didn''t think you''d hold on for this long. I was so quick and nimble in replacing your stupid drink after all~" Anita tilts her head and he giggles like a maniac while picking up her pace towards me. "I knew remembering your fave drink would pay off. One way or the other". Hearing her creepy dialogue I gulp down my fear right before I stumble over myself, and find myself looking at the night sky before Anita''s dark silhouette interrupts the view. "You should be careful, babe." My eyes start to feel heavy and close on their own. "Don''t want you dying on me or anything" - My limbs felt like heavy dense steel, resisting any movement of my own. It''s as if they were trying their best to constrain every movement of mine, seeing how I could barely move my arm. Walking without Anita dragging me out of the club was pretty much impossible. Struggling to maintain focus, I caught sight of Jay dancing in the periphery of my blurred vision. Summoning every ounce of willpower, I took a deep breath and attempted to call out to him. "j...jaayy....", I whispered in a low-tone voice. Anita let out a snarky laugh as she started to close the entrance. "Don''t worry, babe. I''m just picking you up. It''s like...wait, what do they call it...?", Anita ponders while hauling my body out with one of my arms around her shoulders. Her face lights up as she resumes, "AH! I''m your designated driver. Let''s just call it that. I''ll send Jay a message through your phone when we reach home so he knows that you''re safe." The air hit me like a cold wave as we finally exit the club. "w-what did yuuu doo too mee..?", I slur out my words, with my tongue falling out of my mouth on its own. "Something to make to more obedient.", Anita whispers with a sigh. "Any more questions? Oh wait..", Anita brings her hand up to glance at her watch. "You''re gonna fall unconscious anytime now, so be quick!~" "O...Obedient..?", I question her with a meek voice. "That''s right.", Anita shoots back at me as she opens the door to her car and gently lowers my head down so I don''t bump myself. "Well, I love you. You know that right? I just couldn''t get the image of you disobeying me and cheating on me with some random whore. That''s why~" Anita opens up the door to the driver seat, with a happy smile and leans in to tuck me in with the seatbelt. She smells nice, and her shampoo gives off a feminine lavender smell. God, I would have given her the time of her life tonight if she wasn''t completely batshit crazy and it went normal. My eyes close on their own and I start to fall asleep as the cold breeze feels comforting as the car starts to pick up speed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ AUTHOR''S NOTE: This sequence is a flashback referring to the night during the conversation between the two in Chapter 15: Fever. Chapter 25: Current Stolen novel; please report. Chapter 26: Requisite Giving him a long passionate kiss, I bid Adrian goodbye. I can see his ears going red as he turns his back towards me and fades out of my sight. I''m lucky to have found someone like him, to be honest. God, I''m so lucky that I managed to land him. Land is a wrong term. I just...uh...pushed him into marrying me. That''s right. That''s what happened. He didn''t even try to fight back that night. He knew if he did so, I would have painted the walls red. ''I'' won''t hesitate to divorce you.'' His verse echoes in my mind, making my face twitch with annoyance. It''s been etched into my mind, his words from that morning. I have to take care not to step over his boundaries now that we''ve set up warnings against each other, though. *sigh* Closing the door, I stretch and head to the kitchen, only to see a plate with eggs and bacon coupled with a steaming mug of coffee. A folded note hidden underneath the plate however, catches my attention. My curiosity is now piqued. I hold my breath and open the note carefully with curiosity brewing in my mind, but all of that goes away as soon as I come across a supportful message handwritten by him. Feeling my mouth involuntarily curl into a smile, I start to eat, as I giggle to myself like a little girl while re-reading his cute note over and over again. It''s moments like these that make me appreciate him even more and how he''s still standing by my side, even after everything I''ve done. - Embracing the positive reinforcement by Adrian, I drive to my workplace in a joyful mood. Greeting the receptionist and checking in with a badge, I exhale a deep sigh of relief as I step into the elevator. Right as the doors are about to close, a finger is jammed in, making me yelp out of surprise. The elevator lags before the doors open up, revealing Ellen Coriana. Dark circles and a weary look are etched upon her face, quite a contrast to mine. She huffs ( presumably by dashing to not miss the lift), before straightening her posture and entering. Her unwavering elegance despite being visibly stressed out is on display as gravity starts to push down on us. "I apologize. I just have a bad case of Monday blues, today.", Ellen coos while nuzzling her head with her hand. Ellen and I have been on good terms. She''d seen potential in me when I was an intern, and I''ve also heard rumors that she went as far as to even put in a good word for me after my time was done. Ellie was just an Associate back then, but she rose steadily year after year. I was surprised when she personally welcomed me only to find out she was a Partner! Over a grateful lunch, she explained how she took over when the firm''s survival was at stake. I was in awe just admiring her leadership throughout the conversation. "Been there, done that.", I comfort her while giggling internally. Taking a look at her side profile, her jet black hair kept in a cute ponytail complements her tanned skin tone quite nicely. Her blush makeup on her sides shows, despite it blending in perfectly, along with her thin lips that are forming a slight frown. "Bad night, Ellie?" She nods while gazing down at the metal doors with her eyelids flickering up and down. "Ss..sort of. Yeah.", she mutters. Her words are slurry. Guess she had too much to drink last night. *ding* My concentration over her is interrupted by the elevator being opened up to the floor, before I''m hit with the sounds of people talking, with serious faces. Many of my coworkers are in corporate attires, a few of them walking around with documents clutching onto their chests. I take lead and walk forward before Ellie joins me as we stroll through the floor, with the entire office putting on a fake smile before greeting Ellen and me. Those joyful faces turn serious as we pass them and they resume working. The firm has put me on a pedestal seeing how I''ve been on a successful streak. I wouldn''t mind the nice treatment, but I know it''s coming from a fake demeanor, rather than it being completely genuine and from their hearts. Some of my peers are jealous, judging from the rumors I''ve heard going around, while the handful of interns who join us every year waddle to me, wanting to work under me. Sometimes I see myself in them. Young and intelligent. Settling on the desk in my office, I twirl my comfy metal chair playfully as I catch a glimpse of the sun-bathed city before I circle back to a monitor and a decent amount of papers piled up on my desk. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Time to work. - A knock on my door snaps me out of my trance as I look up to find Gina and her henchmen at the door. "Lunch! Come on!!~", Gina yelled with an annoying tone. Tilting my hand to look at the watch, I notice that it''s indeed time to eat. Not with Gina though. I just can''t with her obvious two-face. I groan internally while thinking of an excuse. "Just finishing a draft. You guys go ahead, I''ll join you soon." "Okay! The place down the street, okay? I''ve been told they have the best tacos there!", Gina replies with a squeaky voice, almost making my ears bleed. I nod and resume ''working'', while the sounds of footsteps go away. Heaving a deep sigh, I finally get up and clean up my desk, then leave my office. As I make my way through the workspace, I spot Ellen through the glass panels. She''s sitting with her head nestled into her folded arms on the table, hiding her face. Coming to a standstill, I tiptoe and make my way to her office. Her office is almost as big as two of my offices conjoined together, with one end having a window and her desk. The opposite side of the room is decorated with a couch and a neat-looking bookshelf. Perks of being a Partner, huh? Swallowing hard and gathering enough courage, I finally call out to her. "Ellen? Wanna grab lunch?" God, I might just seem like a clone of Gina at this point. Did I not learn anything from her annoyingly poking into everyone''s private space? Ellen shuffles before she brings her head up and looks around. Her hand reaches for a glass of water on the desk, drinking it all in one sip. She has an embarrassed look on her face as she turns around and fixes her hair gazing down at the city. Her eyes get a glance at the clock before she breaks the silence. "Lunch. Right. Join me, I know a nice spot." - I stare at her with a shocked face as she goes back to sipping on her blueberry juice. She fumbles with a spoonful of pasta before she nibbles on it. "S..So he just up and left? And then broke up over text?!", I almost scare her with a loud tone. "Yeah. Can you believe that?" She points her straw towards me. "6 months. All gone! Just because I just lightly brushed on the topic of marriage." My eyes soften as I start to sympathize with her. I can sense she wants to bawl her eyes out judging how her chin periodically quivers but it goes away. This sad sight of her tugs at my heart. It hurts me to see her beaten down like this since I see her as a sisterly figure in my life. "That is indeed crazy. Good thing you at least got rid of him this early, if he was just in it for fun." Ellen goes back to slurping on her drink grumpily before I can see a light bulb flicker on through her eyes. She snaps her head towards me. "H-Hey, Adrian is still in college, right?!", she whispers. My eyebrow perks up in suspicion. She''s the only person I''ve told in this firm about him being way younger than me. A 5-year gap would make people think I''m a predator. Ellen is someone I can trust with my heart so I had let her know about him. Nodding to confirm, she resumes with a sad tone. "P-Please, I know this is a bit too desperate but...", she trails off before looking to the side with shame. "Could he introduce me to some of his friends? I-I''ve had a bad string of experiences with men now..." I stare at her for what seems an eternity. My serious demeanor starts to cave in before a loud laugh escapes my mouth, reverberating through the room. I find myself involuntarily slamming down on the table repeatedly for comedic relief, all while being on the verge of tears. Ellie really did catch me off guard by saying something like that. "H-Hey! I know you got your hubby at a freaking uni, so what if I also find someone that I like on the off chance? Hmph!" I quiet down and drink some iced tea to calm down my nerves. My sides haven''t hurt this bad as I grip onto them under the table. At least not since I quit doing fighting training. I put down the glass and gaze at her with a shine in my eyes. "Don''t worry. I know just the right person for you" Would they even be a good match? He''s quite a loudmouth and a delinquent, but is understanding when the needs arises. But isn''t he completely the opposite of Ellie''s stone-cold serious personality? Oh well, it''s like they say. Two opposites attract each other. Chapter 27: Longing The next week went by as normally as one would expect. Anita was mingled with work in daytime, and was greeted by thin air and a haunting silence at the house every single evening. Anita stood alone grinning to herself in the spacious kitchen, with her flail fingers caressing the marble stone countertop. The room echoed with a loud silence, amplifying the absence of her lover even more. ''Anitaa!'' A ghost whisper cut through the air, with the voice coming from behind her. Anita snapped her head towards the entrance of the kitchen,only to find absolutely no one. She dashed to the door before peeking her head out to check out the wide corridors, only to be greeted with an empty house, which only further confirmed her beliefs.Taking in a deep breath to calm down her nerves, she started to daydream a handsome Adrian in the house. A grin spread across her face as she started to imagine him cooking, cleaning, giving her a nice massage, and then, and then... Anita''s mind started to strive of it''s innocuous path, before it turned violently lewd. She shaked her head, which seemed to finally break her illusion. Her expression turned sour and frustrated as she stomped off to her room and slammed it shut, shoving her head into cushy pillows trying to get some rest. Anita couldn''t believe she missed Adrian this badly. It was gonna be hard, but she hadn''t imagined it would be this difficult. Adrian was studying religiously at the university. He would attend all classes, and find himself munching on a homemade delicacy, ranging from a normal sandwich to a beef jerky, just to fuel up in between at the cafeteria. Downing a cup of iced coffee, his favorite from the menu, he''d be energized right back, although that wouldn''t last very long. He''d find himself terribly tired and would start to feel dizzy when his concentration waned off and his mind would wander off from what seemed like the professor''s mindless rambling. At least, to him. The library at his college was enormous, with each floor decorated with long and wide benches, accustomed with comfy chairs. The large white tiles shined as bright lights illuminated the floor. With tall bookshelfs, the library exuded knowledge, although most of its recipients used the place to wind down between their classes because of the quiet atmosphere. That, and it had a wonderful air conditioning system. The student population studying in the library grew steadily as the week closed in. Adrian would find himself picking the 3rd floor, since in the first initial days, a lot of his classmates would see him and join him when he used to study in the lower floors. He didn''t hate any of them without a reason, no. If it were not for him actually wanting to study, he''d gladly drop everything and listen attentively to the mindless gossip and how their recent date went by, or about the latest collegiate tournament match. It didn''t matter if it was a girl or a guy, they would almost always act the same, venting to him. It was either that, or many of his peers would pester him to teach them concepts. One that they hadn''t understood during lectures. He''d just throw them his notes to which they''d stop being annoying and start reading, trying to make sense of it while nodding to themselves flipping through the pages. It was like giving a phone to a child to stop it''s bawling. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. Settling down and shifting in his seat at the library at the higher floors, he''d make a note of everything that''d been taught that day on his laptop. Once that was done, he would summarize everything before moving on. Making bullet points, he''d list out everything he wanted to revise that evening. What he would do is revise a bunch of topics, just lightly remembering what was taught in the lectures by flipping through the material. After that was done, he''d move on to the main subject he had listed out to be focused on more importantly. This could either be a lesson he didn''t understand clearly, it would be his favorite topic or something that he hated, it didn''t matter. Adrian would go through his handwritten notes and compare them with the material inscribed in the textbooks, comparing them side by side. He''d memorize various formulae and definitions, whispering to himself, until it were ingrained into his mind. Coming home to a grumpy Anita at 10 P.M. was always something that he didn''t look forward to. Standing tall and at face level facing off Adrian, she would have her hands folded neatly, crumpling her rose red apron and a mean looking expression on her face. It was obvious she hated having her hubby come home late. In the first few days, seeing this sight, Adrian''s memories sitting at the back of his head lit up again. He braced himself for the abuse to pour in at any moment when stepping in, only to be met with a warm embrace. Something that made him feel fuzzy inside, which was surprising even, by his standards. Since Adrian would almost come late at night, it was agreed that Anita would take up the role of cooking temporarily. After waking up from her nap late into the evening, Anita would settle herself on the bed, with a sleek black ballpoint pen, a phone, a book in her hand, and finally, armed with determination. Determination to cook her hubby the best food she could possibly make. She''d start making physical and mental notes, carefully writing down all the information in the cooking videos she was watching. Like the time for the chicken to thaw, the right amount of proportions, how one could cook proper eggs and all the various types of it as she could not cook eggs for the hell of it, spicy noodles topped off with soup, and such. Dinner was...well, it was like a pendulum. Anita would either cook some of the best food that Adrian had eaten, obvious from his praises or she would go down the deep down end, as there would be a cringeworthy silence between the couple at the table with only sounds of mundane chewing filling up the atmosphere. And so, the weeks passed by. Chapter 28: Retreat I''m tired. And exhausted. After taking the final exam of the week, I almost feel a huge burden has been lifted off of my shoulders. I can feel a lot of relief in my mind, though a pinch of stress from all the studying I''d done is still there, regardless. Resting in the shade of an oak tree inside college campus, I wait for Jay to finish his exam. Even though he was fidgeting and sweating bullets in the room while we were being handed our question papers, I was done with the test way before him. That silly guy. He probably wants to squeeze out a bunch of answers from the poor girl sitting behind him. I feel sorry for her. Taking a deep breath with a wide grin, I lay my back flat on the earth. The chirping of those pesky birds feel rather calming today. - "So, what are your plans for the weekend?", Jay asks me, in an annoying tone. Tch. I know where this is going. "I don''t know. Maybe go out shopping? Might just have dinner at a fancy place. Ooor, just spend the night at home, watching movies." Jay''s eyebrow perked up. Tilting his head a bit towards me, he resumed, " And chill with the missus. Huh, huh~", he nudges me with a grin on his face. That last bit might really be true. We''ve abstained for two weeks now, with the few exceptions of her grinding on my body while she was asleep...but that''s not the point here. "M-Maybe..", I let him in on the deets, with a blush on my face. Hearing this, Jay takes a swipe at my arm in a playful manner. "Fuck! I''m so jealous! You get a nice wife, a good home, an amazing future, and the list goes on. Why can''t it be the same with me?" I glance at Jay, sensing a hint of genuine longing in his eyes. He doesn''t look too bad, with his short black hair cut in a military-style complimenting his eyebrows along with this stubble connecting to his sideburns that make him look a bit older than he really is. "You''ll get there.", I reassure him with a calming voice. Walking through the narrow corridors and the orange sun setting down, I recall a talk I had with Anita over dinner. "Jay", I call out to him to which he tilts his head while walking. "You aren''t in a relationship right?" "I''m not. Why, what''s the matter?", he responds whilst shaking his head. "This is kinda awkward, but uh...Anita has someone that she wants to introduce you to. Get to know each other. Understand what I''m saying?" Hearing this, he stopped abruptly, leaving him behind. I stop to look at what''s wrong with him, only for Jay to place both of his arms on my shoulders. I flinch with a little bit of disgust as the tension rises high with the silence between us kicking in. So there we were. Two men staring at each other. After about 30 seconds, which felt like 30 minutes to me, he started shaking me all the while yelling. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. "YOU''RE THE ABSOLUTE BEST, YOU KNOW THAT?!" - "Here! Over here!!", Mia yelled out loud while standing smack middle of the floor waving her hands side by side. The students around her gave her annoying glares, but she didn''t care what others thought about her. A shy and fidgeting Jessica stood alongside her. The floor of this building was flush with multiple students, many socializing with their peers. It annoyed Adrian every time their classes ended before the girls'' because that meant he and Jay had to walk from pretty much one end of the campus to the other end to hang out with them. He discarded the hate pretty quickly after getting used to it, though. Seeing the girls, Jay starts to pick up the pace in the corridor opening up to the huge section of the building, while his grip tightened on his bag. I exhale and do the same. Right after the duo passed the halfway mark of the narrow corridor, Adrian''s phone beeps in a signature ringtone. His pace falters, and right as he pulls out his phone, a hand grabs him from the side of the wall, pulling him into complete darkness and out of view. "I''m gonna steal you for a bit~", the figure in the dark scowls at him. - Noticing his best friend not with him, Jay immediately turns back and sees a hand from the side still clutching onto the wall "Adrian?", a worried Jay calls out to him. I peek out the side and reaffirm him. "Y-Yeah, I''ll be right with you guys. Just gotta pee. Go on without me." Jay nods and dashes to the group. I sigh and question her while giving her a mean look. "What''re you doing here, Anita?" She has a creepy smile on her face, while her gaze alternates between my eyes. Not backing down, I raise my voice demanding answers. "I asked you a ques-" Anita''s cold fingers slithering on my lips stop me in my tracks. Shushing me, she carefully caresses my face like with a gentle touch, with her fingers going up and down gliding across my face. After a while, my breath starts to hitch noticing her vanilla perfume enveloping around me. After she''s done inspecting me, she leans in gently and places a gentle kiss on my lips. Mint and a sweet taste of her lipstick. "I wanted to pick you up." Anita leans forward, pinning me against the wall and pushing her body into mine. Poking her knee gently into my crotch, she maintains steady eye contact with me. She leans even further, and the lavender smell emanating from her hair fills up my lungs, making me feel hot all of a sudden. Her mouth opens up while she whispers in my ears with a seductive tone. "Honeymoon. Remember?" - "I''m still upset you just dragged me out of there, you know?!", I yell out loud. "I just had to do it, you know. Our marriage is more important than your friends. Oh, and Jay owes me one for setting up a date with my friend, anyway. So it''s all fair in the end", Anita replies with a playful tone while tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. As the couple drives on a narrow road, far away from the city, the headlights cast huge shadows over the trees. The sun has almost set, with a tinge of orange in the eclipsed sky. "And mind explaining why are you driving your truck?", I scowl at her. Glaring hard at Anita, I make sure my feelings get across. "Like I said. Honeymoon.", she takes in a deep breath."We''re going somewhere special. Some place where we could be...private." That''s not good. "W-We could be private at home.", I mutter while looking out the window. " I don''t get the point of going into the woods for god knows what..." A warm hand clutches my thigh, and I hear an angelic voice. "Don''t worry. I''m not hiding anything behind your back or plotting something evil. I just wanted to spend some quality time with my honeybee after being denied for so long." Anita comforts Adrian, all the while holding an obnoxious laugh behind her lips. There''s no way she couldn''t hold herself back all while alone with her husband. It took her everything to not just stop the vehicle and take him right then and there. Grinning internally, and looking forward, she couldn''t stop thinking about all the things they could do together over the course of these 3 days. Silence ensued as the sounds of the truck crunching rocks and leaves while rushing through a hardened road filled up the atmosphere. "Besides, don''t you like how nice this feels, Adrian? No corporate offices anywhere you see. No fast food chain restaurants. No bars or clubs.", Anita muses while flailing her hand out the window carelessly, and gesturing towards the passing by trees and bushes. Minutes pass, and with the sun down, the atmosphere is dark now. It isn''t too far before the truck slows down as a dimly lit wooden structure comes into their vision. The road seems to smooth out too, like it was maintained properly. "The light coming from the window you see there, Adrian?", she asks while pointing to illumination, as if it wasn''t obvious already. "That''s where we''re gonna spend this weekend." Great. Chapter 29: Cabin The truck comes to a halt, its headlights illuminating a quaint, cabin nestled amongst the towering trees. My fingers tap repeatedly on my lap, with a slight concern building up in my mind, despite Anita comforting me. Staring at the windows casting warm light onto the porch, it was complete with steps leading upto it. It had two chairs out in the front with a metal grill table separating them. Anita opens the car door with a flourish, the crisp cold air nipping at her skin. "Come on, Adrian," a soft voice catches my attention. I look over to find an extending hand. "This is gonna be our home for the weekend", she comforts me with a grin on her face, and her brown hair slightly swayed from the wind. Staring at her hand, I shake my head to get rid of my thoughts and finally get out, with a little bit of sand kicking up as I step down from the truck. Coiling around my waist and leaning her head on my shoulder, Anita and I have a quiet moment adoring the spectacle. The silence of the woods surrounds us, disturbed only by the chirping of crickets and the occasional sound of birds. A shiver runs down my spine, not entirely from the cool air. - Stepping into the cabin, the smell of wood smoke and dew hits my nose. The inside of the cabin was a modern interior, quite a contrast to the rugged exterior. A calming crackling fireplace is situated in the left side of the home with a chimney rising up above the roof. The exposed brickwalls and fur covered rugs on the floor feel therapeutic on my feet as I leave Anita behind at the door and take it all in. A glass table for two sits in the middle, with various doorways leading to different rooms. An elegant bottle of wine paired with glasses and an ashtray however, reveals Anita''s plans for tonight. "W...Wow," I breathe out. "This is..." "More than you expected, hm?", Anita calls out. I find her with a triumphant smile with her arms folded neatly around her torso. "I told you I had something special planned out." She walks further into the living room, plopping herself down on a cozy couch and resting her elbow on the armrest. Putting down my bag temporarily, I wander around the house, touching and adoring everything with care like a child amazed by a car toy. Picking up a photo frame above the mantel piece, I wipe a layer of dust with the touch of my fingers clearing up an image of a man I didn''t recognize. He looked no older than 60 and was smiling brightly with a full head of white hair, complete with wrinkles that sat beside his eyes. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. "Who''s this?", I ask while turning to Anita. A pang of sadness flickers across her eyes as she starts to twidde her fingers together and avoiding eye contact. "My Dad. We used to come here and spend summer holidays. We made a lot of memories here with Mom, him and I. A happy little family of three people.", Anita confides with a sad tone as she watches the fireplace flicker and the heat reaching out to her face. "Well,", I put down the photo frame back, "Maybe we can make some new memories", I offer with a wide grin. Anita''s eyes light up and she pulls me close, hugging me, with the soothing warmth of the fireplace radiating around us. I know this place holds a special place in her heart so at least she wouldn''t do anything violent. That clears up a lot of my worries, actually. Rubbing circles on my back, she whispers into my chest, "That''s all I wanted to hear, honeybee." - After a hearty dinner cooked by me with Anita helping me out with here and there, we both feel each other''s body warmth, finding solace in our bodies touching each other in front of the fireplace. "So,", I break the ice while I bring a glass of wine to my mouth,"spill the beans, Anita. I''m sure we didn''t just come out miles away from everyone just to have a quiet dinner. What''s cooking up inside that head of yours, hm?" Raising an eyebrow, Anita replies with a playful tone. "Getting impatient, are we?", Anita feels up my healed torso, probably glad I don''t have to use bandages now. "You''ll just have to wait and see." Leaning in, with her intoxicating breath, she whispers with a husky voice, "I assure you, it won''t involve anything against your will or something thar would incriminate me.", with her giggling a bit at the last part. An involuntary smile spread across my face. Maybe this ''honeymoon'' getaway wasn''t so bad, after all. Anita nuzzles her face into my neck before tightening her grip and shuffling against me, finding a right spot before she falls silent. Her breath starts to fall into a rhythm with a slight whistle escaping her nose. Seeing her sweet and gentle side of her, I run my hands through her hair before planting a gentle kiss on her head. chu Chapter 30: Memory Authors note: Chapter 24 was left out and remained unuploaded, pretty embarrasingly, but I''ve uploaded it now. I apologize. - Clutching onto the thick bedsheets, Adrian turned over on the cozy bed. The cold atmosphere was prominent even through 4 layers of clothing over his body The constant chirping of birds, usually a welcoming sound, started to get on my nerves. I rolled over, searching for Anita next to me on the bed. Empty. I instantly shot back up and my eyes searched the room for her. Anita wasn''t curled up beside me. Instead, she stood at the opposite end of the room near a window, bathed in the morning light with her back turned to me. In her hands, glinting ominously, was a gun. There stood Anita, sporting a white tank top, her skin glowing off the sun, and her brown hair in a kempt ponytail floating behind her, and camouflage pants was meticulously cleaning it while humming a gentle tune to herself. The oiled cloth moved expertly over the barrel, her movements practiced and fluid. "Anita?! What are you doing?", I call out to her in a nervous voice. Anita turned, catching my wide-eyed stare. A ghost of a smile played on her lips. "Morning, sleepyhead. Didn''t expect to find you awake so soon." "What¡­ no, wait, why do you have a gun?", my voice came out rougher than I intended. Anita''s smile faltered slightly. "Just cleaning, that''s all. This place is deserted, remember? It''s good to be prepared." But her explanation didn''t sit right. The way she handled the gun, the ease and familiarity in her movements, spoke of more than just casual preparedness. There''s something she isn''t telling me. Sensing unease, Anita sighed and sat down beside me on the bed. "Hey," she said gently, taking my hand, "Relax. It''s okay." She pointed to another photo on the nightstand right beside our bed. A younger Anita, barely a teenager, beamed beside her Dad with kind eyes and a weathered face, now with no wrinkles in sight, both holding rifles. "He taught me everything about hunting," Anita continued, her voice soft. "These woods are teeming with deer, squirrels, even the occasional bears. We used to spend hours tracking, learning about the animals, appreciating mother nature." I couldn''t help but be fascinated, a stark contrast to my upbringing in my hometown. I finally understood the hidden meaning behind her attire, the comfortable silence in the woods, and the quiet confidence she exuded when cleaning her gun. Wait, does this mean- As if reading my mind, Anita stood up and walked towards a hidden door in the corner of the room. "Want to see something nice?" - The door creaked open, revealing a hidden room lined with rifles and shotguns, each meticulously cleaned and displayed. An old gun rack held antique pistols, and a glass case housed hunting trophies: mounted antlers, and a stuffed fox. I was awestruck as I carefully treaded inside. Each item whispered stories of adventures I couldn''t even imagine. Anita picked up a sleek hunting rifle, its stock worn smooth from years of use. "This was my dad''s favorite," she said, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. "He called it his very own ''musket''. Taught me how to shoot with this very gun." He watched as she expertly shouldered the rifle, her form perfect, a natural extension of herself. In that moment, he saw a side of Anita he never knew existed, a fierce independence, a connection to something primal and powerful. Her face turned serious as she held the weapon in her hand and nonchalantly aimed it outside the window. Looking outside into the green lush forest, I spot a birdie sitting on a branch. It observed us while using its head to turn around before it flew. Anita''s gun slowly followed it. Anita had her gaze fixed on the bird. My breath hitched. I expected a shot, a display of deadly accuracy, but something else happened. Anita didn''t pull the trigger. Instead, she kept the gun trained on the bird, her movements mirroring its every hop and flutter. It was a dance, a silent conversation between predator and prey. The bird, oblivious to the danger, continued its morning routine, unaware of the skilled hunter observing its every move. Instead of firing, Anita tightened her grip around her gun and let out a loud, unexpected "BOOM!", through her throat that echoed through the room. The bird startled, taking flight in a flurry of feathers. I jumped back, with my heart pounding in his chest. I stared at Anita, speechless. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. A wide grin spread across her face. "Gotcha~" she exclaimed, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Not everything with a gun involves taking a life, you know. Sometimes, it''s just about understanding, and appreciating the delicate balance of nature. You can also show someone their place with this thing right here.", she said while tapping the case with her gun. That...explains how she pulled a gun on me and forced me to sign the papers. I genuinely thought it was a toy gun but the way the revolver''s silver glint shone in my room, I didn''t want to take any chances. The idea of wrestling her and taking it out of her grasp was something that did occur to me, but now I''m glad I didn''t go down that route. For a moment, Adrian couldn''t help but see her as both playful and subtly intimidating, a woman who understood the power of a well-placed bluff. He had seen a glimpse of the wild spirit she possessed, a spirit that both excited and unnerved him. - The orange sky crept through the dense canopy of trees. Crickets chirped their nightly symphony, and the air hummed with the quiet energy of the evening. Adrian emerged from the cabin, a mug of coffee clutched in hand, seeking Anita. She flicked her cigarette through the slits of the railing on the porch. "Thought I might find you here," I said, my voice warm despite the cool evening air. Anita turned, a smile gracing her lips. "Enjoying the show, are we?" she asked, gesturing towards the fiery hues bleeding across the sky. "More like enjoying your company," I admit with a fuzzy blush creeping up my neck. Anita chuckled, a sound like wind chimes dancing in the breeze. "Well, then," she said, "I have something even better than a show." She grunted as she grabbed something hiding from my view from her feet. Bringing up two fishing rods, their tips shimmering with anticipation. "Care to join me for some evening fishing?" Intrigued, I set down my coffee. "Evening fishing?" "The best kind," she winked. "The fish are less shy after dark, and the stars make for a pretty impressive audience." - The path to the stream was shadowed by the shade of evening sunset. We slipped through the trees while having our eyes on the lookout. The air, thick with the scent of damp earth and pine needles. As we walked, Anita shared stories of her childhood spent exploring these woods with her father, teaching me about trails, and the nocturnal creatures. I couldn''t help but be captivated by her passion and knowledge, a newfound respect blossoming for her. Reaching the stream, a silver ribbon reflecting the moon''s faint glow, they cast their lines. The silence was broken only by the gentle gurgle of the water and the occasional chirp of a cricket. Suddenly, my rod dipped, a sharp tug almost jolting me out of my shoes. My eyes widened with excitement. "Got one!" I exclaimed, my voice barely a whisper. Anita watched in awe as her lover battled the unseen fish, the moonlight glinting off the water as it splashed. She was looking at her lover with a squint in her eyes as if waiting for him to prove himself. Setting my foot on a hard rock and gripping the rod tight, I finally yanked it and pulled out a glistening trout. Its scales shimmered like scattered diamonds as it started to gasp and dance for oxygen once it settled on land on the stones. As they roasted their catch back at the cabin and sipped warm tea, a comfortable silence settled between them, a language unspoken yet deeply understood. - Curled up like two peas in a pod beneath the canopy of stars in the sky, I pointed out constellations, my usual nerdy side taking over under the expansive night sky. Anita, unlike my usual captive audience of lab partners, listened with genuine awe, her head resting comfortably around my body and her head laying on my shoulder. "See that cluster there?" I gestured, tracing a swirling pattern with my finger. "That''s Andromeda, our closest galactic neighbor. Imagine, billions of stars, swirling in a cosmic ballet millions of light-years away." "Millions of light-years away...," she echoed, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. "My mind could barely grasp it." My chest warmed at her wonder. "That''s the beauty of it, isn''t it? This universe, so vast and ancient, filled with mysteries we''re only just beginning to unravel." Picking out another constellation, my voice took on an animated tone. "There''s Orion, the mighty hunter. Legend says he chases the Pleiades sisters across the sky, forever doomed to pursue them in an eternal celestial dance." A soft chuckle rumbled from beside me, sending another wave of butterflies fluttering. I couldn''t see her expression, but I knew she had to be smiling ear-to-ear. Every time I launched into one of my science rants, her eyes would sparkle with a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. It was intoxicating, really. "And those three faint stars," I pointed towards a different grouping, "that''s Lyra, the harp. Some say it''s the instrument Orpheus used to charm the gods and bring his wife back from the underworld." Anita snuggled closer, her warmth radiating against my side. This wasn''t just about sharing my knowledge; it was about sharing a part of myself. The constellations, the stories, the sheer enormity of it all - it fueled my hobby, and seeing it reflected in her eyes ignited a warmth within me that had nothing to do with the stars above. "It''s incredible," she whispered, her voice barely a sigh. "You make them come alive, these constellations. It''s like you can see right through them, into the stories they hold." A blush crept up my neck, but there was a pride I couldn''t hide. "I guess being a nerd has its perks," I mumbled, though the amusement in my voice betrayed my feigned nonchalance. Her hand squeezed mine, and the gesture spoke volumes. "It''s more than that, Adrian," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "It''s your thoughts, your curiosity, your way of seeing the world. It''s beautiful." We fell into a comfortable silence, content simply to watch the stars wink and listen to the symphony of crickets. Each constellation held a story, a connection to something bigger than ourselves, and in that moment, I felt that connection not just to the universe, but to Anita. I slowly turned my head to meet her eyes, only to find her already adoring me. We gazed at each other in silence, with my heartbeat rising, and I could feel my blood rushing up to flush my cheeks. "You''re..", Anita whispers while her fingers glide across my face before they finally cup my jaw." You''re precious.", she grins. Her smile starts to die down, and she closes her eyes as her lips part and her body leans into me as if she''s asking for a taste of me. I close my eyes in response and finally feel her soft lips crush mine underneath the sky. Anita gasps, and her hot breath fans across my philtrum as we both drown ourselves in pleasure, kissing back and forth, twirling our tongues around the other. She grips my torso, with her nails digging in, as if she had holding herself back all this time. Pulling back shortly, I nip at her bottom lip before we finally stare at each other, huffing hot and heavy breaths all while grinning. Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of sparkling dust in its wake. I gasp, nudging Anita and pointing it out. "Make a wish!" I whispered a playful glint in my eyes. Anita closed her eyes, a secret smile playing on her lips. But instead of wishing for something, I knew she was wishing for this moment to last forever. Chapter 31: Hunt Next day I burst through the cabin door only to find a quiet Adrian sprawled on the couch, nose-deep in his book, a picture of urban comfort amidst the rustic surroundings. Grinning ear to ear, I toss a bundle of camouflage clothes onto his chest. It landed with a soft thud, almost making him jump out of his seat, startling him out of his own little world. "It''s time, Adrian.", I announce, and I find myself struggling to keep the excitement in my voice. " We''re going hunting." He raises a brow, and I can see a flicker of unease pass through his usually relaxed eyes. The city hadn''t quite left him yet. Not fully. Hunting was still foreign territory. It''s thrill something that he felt subconsciously, yet he hadn''t experienced viscerally. "I-Isn''t it getting late?", his stutter undermined his anxiety. "It''s just dusk. Come on, I''ll show you how to hold one properly", I held his hands and dragged him towards the showcase. His eyes watched all the guns, touching the glass on a few of the cases. "Like what you see, honeybee?", I giggle seeing his enthusiasm. "Don''t worry, I''ll let you have any one of th-" "Nah, I think I''ve already made up my mind.", he cuts me off, his voice low. "This one.", he states with a stern voice while pointing to the gun hung on the wall. I smile knowingly. "Good ol'' musket, hm?", I reply, gently picking it up. "He must have been proud of you, Anita.", he murmured, gazing at the engraved initials. "He was...", I nod."He''d be even happier you chose it. It''s a good thing his prized possession is gonna be passed down to you.", I raise an eyebrow suggestively. "Guess it''s gonna turn into an age-old tradition, hm? Ready to inherit the family heirloom, huh?", I nudge him with a smug grin and holding back a giggle. Adrian swallowed hard, with the weight of the gun and my mischievous grin weighing down on him even more. "Guess I''ll have to live up to the family''s expectations, then...", he mutters, with a slight blush. - "It''s heavier than I imagined...", he whispers with a hint of respect. "Respect its power.", I reply, taking the rifle in my hands and demonstrating the proper stance. "It''s not just a simple gun. It''s an extension of your own self. You have to act accordingly and use your reflexes when hunting.", I bring a finger up and point it at him. "Always. Remember. That." Adrian watched attentively as I guided him through the basics. How to shoulder the rifle, how to breathe steadily, how to align the sights with the target. Each movement reminded me of my father, with his voice echoing from the depths of my memories while I taught my beloved. "It''s all about balance,", I explain while adjusting his posture. Hugging from behind him, I spoon my body against him while holding his hands with the gun. His back straightens out immediately, and his cute butt pouts out as I feel him up. I can feel him heating up and hiding a naughty smile. His hips are a little bent, while I whisper in his ears. "Aim carefully. Consider the wind, the distance of the target. Your body and mind have to act in harmony, and only THEN," I stop to catch on my breath. "Will you succeed in hunting." - "Why do I have to dress myself up as a green bush?!", Adrian grumbles while putting on his camo pants. "So that prey doesn''t catch sight of you. If they do, they''ll just run away like the wind. Animals are pretty nimble, you know. Once they know they''re in danger, they''ll do anything to save their own life-", I go up to him, and zip up his jacket. Taking a few steps back, I see him in his full glory. But wait, no- This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. For a split-second there, he almost looked like Dad. "Flight or Fight. Ever heard of that term?", I resume while clearing my throat. His black hair looks so fucking cute while it''s all messy like that. "I know, I know. I''ll keep that in mind, I guess.", Adrian groans while fixing his hair looking at the reflection in his mirror. He then turns to me and twirls around awkwardly, showing off his outfit. "My cute little hunter. All mine.", I whisper with a dark tone. A smile creeps upon my face, with Adrian completely oblivious to what I''m about to do to him tonight. - As we stepped out of the cabin and ventured into the dark, I knew this wasn''t just a hunt. It''s an adventure for both of us. This will surely bring us together, one way or another. And who knows, maybe he''ll just surprise me. The rustling of leaves under our feet and the fluttering noises of bats fill up the silence as Adrian follows me throughout the trail. "So," Adrian whispers, "what are we exactly looking for here?" I shush him while pointing towards the ground. "Deer...tracks," he whispers after speculation. Their faint prints are like whispers on the forest floor. We follow it with the air growing thicker with anticipation, only the moonlight shining on the night sky. Suddenly, the sounds of leaves crunching behind me stop. I fling my head around to see a shocked Adrian, with his hands instinctively reaching for the musket. "There," he whispers while pointing ahead. "Through the bush." Following his gaze, I spot a calm deer almost 20 meters away from us sporting its head conveniently out of a bush, with its other half disappearing into the undergrowth. It''s a deer, a young one, its eyes calm and innocent. My heart starts to beat rapidly, with adrenaline kicking in. But I see hesitation in Adrian''s eyes. A flicker of conflict between the thrill of hunting and the guilt of killing. "It''s okay," I whisper while placing a gentle hand behind his back. "Breathe and shoot." His brow furrows in concentration as he buries the gun deeper into his shoulders, finding a comfortable spot. Time seemed to stretch, with the silence only broken by the beating of my heart. Then, taking a deep breath, Adrian fired. The crack of the shot echoed through the stillness of the woods. My ears started to ring as I creaked open my eyes to find a headless deer. It fell to its knees as red smithereens replaced its head. It stood still for a moment before violently spewing out red mist. Looking over at him, I find him wheezing, with his adrenaline dialing in. Adrian has done it. He has felt the raw power of nature and the place of humans at the top of the food chain. His eyes start to turn glassy as if calling out to me. I lunge at him, ruffling his soft hair and almost knocking his cap out. "There, there. You did it!" I comfort him. He''s in a state of shock, seeing how he almost made no movements and was stuck in the same posture. I use my palm to lower down the gun before cooing in his ears. "It''s okay. You did an great job, honeybee. The deer''s dead, and you killed it with a headshot. I''m proud of you.", I pepper him with kisses all over his face. I hug him and stand there for a moment longer, while the deer runs out of blood. The silence settles in, with Adrian hugging me back, and his heartbeat starting to normalize now. "Y...Yeah...that was..." Adrian whispers with a stammer. "THAT WAS AMAZING!" he yells out loud while squeezing me tightly all of a sudden, making me squeal in surprise and joy. Chapter 32: Hunt (2) The hunt had been successful, the fallen deer a testament to Adrian''s shot. Or at least, that''s what he believed. As he approached the headless deer on the ground, a flicker of unease tugged at him. "Wow," I let out a grunt while kneeling beside it, and my fingers tracing the smooth fur. "It''s... bigger than I expected." Anita chuckled. "Don''t worry," she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "That''s gonna be our dinner for tonight. I''ll show you how to skin it and cook it back at the cabin. Come on, pick it up and stay right behind me.", she says while looking away from me. I swear I could see a grin spreading across her face as she turned around. "I know the way back." - Grunting hard, I almost stumbled upon myself, as I brought the deer up to my chest. Despite being so small, it sure did weigh a lot. Killing a pure soul just for food is gonna be etched into my mind forever. Although...it did feel thrilling. Anyway, I just pray that the meal is going to be delicious. - I get it, Anita. I can feel your stare even in the dark. If she somehow had eyes that could shoot out lethal lasers, I''d be burnt to a crisp right now. It''s almost as if...she''s waiting for me to prove my manhood. Prick. After catching my breath momentarily, I let out a grunt and finally hoisted the deer over my left shoulder. Anita''s grin laced with satisfaction revealed her shiny teeth as she turned around and led the way. The deer weighed almost 50 kilograms (110 pounds), judging by just how my shoulders were doing their job. That was nowhere close to the usual weight I lift in my Over Head Press, but nevertheless. It was a dead soul. It felt heavier, with the burden of killing an innocent animal weighing heavier than anything I had lifted. Carefully treading over broken branches, I followed her. Nighttime had seemed to creep in, with my vision being completely dark. There were only the sounds of our feet treading forest grounds as we beelined our way to the cabin. If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. With growing weariness and tired of staring at the back of her shoes, I grunted, "How long is this going to take?!" "Not too far away from the cabin, Adrian.", she replied. "Or are you getting too tired, hm?", a tinge of teasing behind her voice. I respond with an annoyed grunt to which she picks her pace up, prompting me to walk even faster. She was my only ticket out of this forest. If I had to guess, there was not a single person in this area for at least 16 kilometers (10 miles). Add to that, the whole area could be her private property for all I know. Wait- I stop dead in my tracks. "Y-you aren''t taking us back to the cabin are you?", I scoff at her. Anita giggles while stopping and turning back, "Why would you think something like that, hm?" She sighed and shook her head with both of her hands resting on her hips before resuming. "It''s a shortcut. I''ve seen bears around here all the time, so this is a safer path. It''s a bit patchy, so watch your step. We''re almooost there." But ''there'' never came. After what felt like 10 more minutes, I finally told her what was on my mind. "Anita," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper. "I think we''re lost." The playful glint in her eyes didn''t falter. "Lost?" she said, her voice devoid of its usual warmth. "Perhaps." "I don''t recognize coming this way. I-I have a good memory you know?! I can''t be just played like that!!", I shot back at her. Anita went silent and her posture straightened as I could feel an invisible frown etch upon her face. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TAKING US?!?", I yell out in frustration. The playful glint in her eyes and the smug smile illuminated by the night sky vanished from her face as she revealed with a dark tone. "You''re so fucking naive, Adrian. Following me into the deep and unknown forest.", her hand crept into her pockets and a metal blade screeching as it unsheathed made an ear-bleeding noise. "It''s just you and me here. All alone~", she growled with her tone now turned menacing. This creepy sight of hers hit me like a truck, reigniting all the bad memories of her in the back of my head. I tip-toed backward realizing the gravity of the situation carefully, but the noise of leaves crunching under my boot gave away my intentions. "Why are you afraid, honeybee? Come on,", she taunted while licking her blade, her tongue slithering across it. "I won''t bite." My heart hammered against my ribs. I finally understood her motives, but the innate fear of being lost and alone with a psycho was overwhelming my mind. With a surge of adrenaline, I dropped the deer, its thud barely registering in my mind overwhelmed with the need to escape. I dashed backward with my cap falling out and ignoring her surprised yelp. I blindly ran through the darkness, the forest acting like a maze. Hearing her chilling laughter behind me only served as fuel for me to run even faster. "Oh, you poor thing. When I catch you, you''re done for!!~" Chapter 33: Jay and Ellen The air buzzed with nervous excitement as Ellen fiddled with her phone outside the restaurant. Despite her calm exterior, she felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. This blind date, orchestrated by her friend Anita, was a gamble in her mind. Her date chosen by Anita, was fifteen minutes late. Not that she expected punctuality from a college student, but the gnawing unease in her stomach intensified with each passing minute. The air crackled with energy as a loud bike zapped through the corner of the street, catching everyone''s attention. Ellen''s eyes widened as the bike came to a sudden stop inches from the sidewalk, with the beauty flinching a few steps back. The two stared at each other with uncertainty, before Jay took off his helmet and started to apologize vehemently. "So sorry! Ellen, right?" he boomed, his grin disarming despite its mischievous slant. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, and his red flannel covering a tee flaunting his university contrasted sharply with Ellen''s mature black dress. She flaunted a bun, with thick black strands hanging down on her face. "Motorcycle decided to take a detour mid-journey." Ellen, despite herself, found a corner of her lips twitching upwards. "Does it have a mind of his own?" - The evening unfolded like a symphony. Jay, loud and animated, peppered the conversation with jokes that landed somewhere between groan-worthy and surprisingly insightful. Ellen, used to measured exchanges and precise language, found herself struggling to keep up. Yet, beneath the surface, she noticed a genuine warmth in his eyes and a depth beyond his carefree demeanor. As the date progressed, a surprising connection formed. Jay''s humor, initially jarring, started to chip away at Ellen''s tough facade. His infectious energy drew out a laughter she hadn''t heard in months. Ellen, in turn, intrigued Jay with her quiet strength and sharp intellect. She could finally feel herself relaxing and let go of herself. Jay talked about dreams of starting his own pharmaceutical company. Ellen, in turn, spoke of her work, surprised by how easily she opened up to this stranger. Her usual guardedness seemed to melt away in the face of his unfiltered enthusiasm. The food arrived, and even that became a point of contention. Ellen''s enthusiastic pronouncements about the pasta''s "Pasta alla Norma." shook him at first glance, but he threw away all of that aside. They laughed, a genuine connection sparking despite their different perspectives despite being two sides of the same coin. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. The seafood risotto arrived, a welcome distraction from the nervous tension simmering between them. Ellen decided to ease into the personal territory. "So, Anita mentioned you''re still in college?" Jay grinned, his fork poised mid-air. "Yup, studying and trying to avoid adulting for as long as possible." "And your friend, Adrian¡­ she didn''t say much about him." Jay''s smile faltered slightly. "He''s...special. Younger than me by a few months, but with a maturity that surprises you. He gets me, you know? We have a blast together." Ellen nodded, intrigued. "Sounds like a good friend." "He is," Jay confirmed, his gaze turning distant for a moment. Suddenly having his curiousity piqued, he raised his question. "I''m guessing you already know about Anita and her relationship with him. Tell me, what''s she like outside of work? Does she always wear a suit?" Ellen paused, swirling her drink. "Ambitious, driven, definitely not someone to mess with. But underneath it all, she''s loyal, fiercely protective of the people she cares about." Jay sighed while interjecting, "She''s so scary! I thought she was bullying Adrian when I first saw her you know?!", a chill ran through his spine with the image of a mean Anita flickered through his mind. "Me too. I was surprised when she told me about Adrian. It was surprising enough for someone as reserved as her to have a boyfriend, but imagine, she was the one who came to me to let me in on it! I was honestly blown away by it at first." - As the night drew to a close, they stood outside, the city lights twinkling and the people around them fading into the background. Before Jay could say anything, his arms were already outstretched for a goodbye hug. Ellen, ever so cautious, hesitated for a moment. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she leaned in with the intention of a hug but surprised him at the last second with a soft kiss on the cheek. The touch was fleeting, but it sent a jolt through Jay. He stared at her, speechless, his hand instinctively touching the spot where her lips had lingered. Jay could smell a faint scent of rose, still hanging onto him. Ellen, her cheeks flushed a faint pink, offered a shy smile. "Thanks for tonight, Jay," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "It was..." she paused, searching for the right word, "nice." Jay, still reeling from the kiss, managed a grin. "It was enjoyable for me too, Ellen." Ellen couldn''t help but take in the adorable spectacle in front of her. She had a man scratching his head in a cutesy manner and blushing in front of her very eyes. Jay hesitated, then broke the silence, "Maybe we can do this again sometime? No matchmaking friends involved." Ellen giggled, a genuine joy in her eyes. "Maybe." she replied while giving out her phone number to Jay. As they parted ways, Jay''s mind buzzed. This woman, so different from what he expected, had left him intrigued. He hadn''t planned on feeling this way, yet here he was, wanting more. Ellen, too, walked away with a smile playing on her lips. A single thought echoed in both their minds: maybe, just maybe, this day had sparked something unexpected, something real. And in the city lights, under the gaze of a mischievous moon, a small fire ignited inside both of their hearts. Chapter 34: Runaway My lungs burned, each breath hurting them with hot air escaping my aching throat. Thorns picked at my camouflaged pants. Grinning smugly, I felt relief. At least these would hide me better in the jungle. But wait, wouldn''t her finding me hidden in plain sight fuel her ego even further? Anita''s face, distorted in rage, flashed before my eyes. Her words echoed in my head, each one delivering a stinging whip: ''-poor thing. When I catch you, you''re done for!!'' Huffing hard and resting my hands on my thighs, I stared at the ground below me. The moonlight escaping from the cracks of huge trees shone and revealed a colony of ants. I lost track of time at this point. I might''ve ran for 10 minutes, but it moreso felt like like an hour. Wait, why did she even start chasing me? Was that even a real knife? Did I just overreact? Was she just trying to have some fun? Removing my phone out of my pocket, it gave me no signal network. As expected. Anita''s smiling wallpaper seemed to almost mock me through the screen. This thing is as good as a brick at this point. The forest stood as a silent witness to my turmoil, yet offered no answers. Darkness pressed in, the shadows twisting into menacing shapes. My heart beat hard in my chest, with the eery silence disturbed by the cries of nocturnal insects. Stumbling over a gnarled root, I landed hard, scraping my hands. Pain ran through through them, a sharp reminder of harsh reality. Bringing myself to my feet, I dusted away my fears and observed the darkness. The forest seemed endless. - Every creaking branch, every rustling leaf sent shivers down my spine. Walking carefully, I strained to hear anything beyond the pounding of my own blood, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. Then, it happened. A twig snapped a few meters to the left of me, sharp and sudden, sending a jolt through my nerves. I whipped my head around, expecting a lurking Anita from the darkness. But there was nothing ¨C only the dense foliage swaying calmly. My heartbeat hitched, with relief washing over me as quickly as it had risen. ''Must have been the wind'' , I convince myself, taking another cautious step forward. Before I could even exhale, a hand clamped over my mouth from behind me, muffling a scream that ripped apart from my throat. I almost stumble upon myself and struggle against the choke-hold from behind me, before I hear a heavy grunt. A sharp knife pressed against throat, sends another jolt of fear coursing through me. My breath hitched, shallow and panicked. Stopping resistance, I raised my arms up in the air. "Gooood boy. Don''t do anything stupid or I''ll slit your throat, you bitch.", a familiar feminine voice whispered right into my ears. It was Anita. Her voice was laced with satisfaction, like a predator catching it''s prey. I nodded, before her grip on my mouth and the knife relaxed. I wanted to fight, to scream, to do something, anything, to escape her, but fear paralyzed me. It left me a trembling mess at her mercy. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. "Now,", she resumed, "I''m gonna keep this knife on you, right where I like it. We''re gonna go to our cabin and I''m gonna fuck your brains out, whether you want it or not.", she scowled with a violent tone. "And don''t even think about trying to make a run for it, honeybee.", she interjected. "I''ve caught you once. Wouldn''t be difficult to catch you again, although you do make a pretty good runner. We''re gonna work on that later on." I nodded, with her giving me no time to accept her conditions. Anita tightened her grip on me even harder before pushing her body weight onto me, making me jerk forward, with the knife motioning towards the correct pathway. I tiptoed slowly, with careful steps. I was at her mercy, after all. "I''m gonna have soo much with fun with you tonight.", she took in a brief pause to catch up on her breath. "God, that chase got me incredibly wet, you know that?", she whispered while nibbling on my ear, making me whimper. "Make more cute noises like that. You''re so precious.", she licked at my ear. "D-Did I get you riled up, babe? S-Surely you popped a boner or something from the thrill of being hunted, r..right?", she stuttered with a seductive tone now. Almost as if trying to play this off. I replied with silence, and with a calm and anxious gulp. "Hm. I''ll wring out your shy personality out tonight. Leave nothing in those balls of yours. Come on,", she pushed me even harder while having an iron grip over my mouth. "The cabin isn''t that far away" - The forest, once hostile, now felt eerily familiar as Anita guided me through it. Her tender yet hateful grip remained firmly clamped over my mouth, a constant reminder of my situation. Fear still gnawed in my mind, but alongside it, a strange sense of calm began to settle. I remember going back and forth this area when fishing and then going to hunt deers. Maybe because she knew these woods like the back of her hand, Anita was navigating through them with an uncanny ease. - Every rustle of leaves, every hoot of an owl, sent a tremor through me. My mind raced, replaying the events that led me here, the fight, my impulsive dash, the terrifying feeling of the sharp blade on my neck. Shame started to creep into my being seeing how I was one mistake away from being a corpse. I followed her lead, more cautiously than ever. Suddenly, Anita stopped, her grip loosening slightly. She pointed ahead, where a faint glow pierced the trees. Relief washed over me like a wave. It was our cabin. A beacon of warmth and familiarity amidst the cold and dark forest. Smoke curled from the chimney, promising the comfort of the fireplace. The sight ignited a flicker of hope within me. "We''re here.", she let out as she dragged me out of the darkness and into the light. Chapter 35: Animal My boots sank into the ground as I pushed a path through forest. Adrian stood proudly in front of me as we spectated the cabin right before our eyes. The silence between us heavier than the humid air. I could feel his uncertainty radiating off him. Each step he took was as if he was expecting a land mine to blow up at any moment. But this nervousness of his was driving me even crazier. Slamming the door close behind us, his body jumped up as he gave me one nasty side eye. Cute. "Come, Adrian." , I said, with my arm locked around his, and leading him to the kitchen. Pulling out a glass filled to the brim with a white colloidal like fluid from the small refrigerator, Adrian raised a brow as I presented it to him. "Drink it.", I insist, his gaze shifting from staring at me to peeping into the glass trying to see if somethings hidden in there. "Don''t worry, honeybee~. It''s just lemonade.", I lie through my teeth. Adrian gets even worried now. "Look, you drink half of it," I propose, while scratching my temple with the knife in a lazy manner, "And I''ll drink the other half. How about that, hm? Are you willing to trust me? ''y..y-yes...'', he whispers, almost inaudible to my ears. His hands reach out slowly and he holds the glass tight and downs half the glass in no time. Reaching his arms out, he offers me my share. "There, there. That wasn''t so hard now, was it?", I snatch the glass out of his hand. I can feel his gaze. Adrian''s eyes are stuck on me and he''s almost eye-fucking me with his glare alone. Gosh, I didn''t expect it to work this quick , I think to myself as I down the drink, setting it down on the counter. I could immediately feel it. My body started to feel hot, and my heartbeat started to become noticeably louder. My hand involuntarily crept towards my chest, holding my tits and fondling them through my tank top without even me noticing it. My heartbeat hitched as I let out a gentle lady like burp. Licking my lips, I just started to feel really really warm inside. ''T-That drink you just gave me...t..that wasn''t just lemonade, was it..?'', a low tone voice pulled me back into reality. His voice seemed really adorable. Looking at him up and down, and adoring his body, he seemed more manly than ever. It was almost as if my body was crying out, begging for his touch. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac. Maybe it was the intense chase that lead us here. The air got thick between the two in the kitchen as they both adored each other with an intense animalistic gaze. Slowly lifting her hand, Anita pointed the knife at Adrian, making him squirm. "Bedroom. NOW." - Anita sat with her leg folded over the other, with a sadistic gaze as Adrian walked into the room while covering his crotch with both of his arms. This cute sight made Anita giggle. They''d made love to one another more than she could count, but this shy side of him still made her feel better. After standing in front of her, Adrian started to settle down, only for Anita to drop another bomb. "Strip." Adrian froze. He thought he heard her wrong for a split second there. Before he could even open his mouth to object, Anita resumed, this time with a harsher tone. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. "Did I stutter? I said, STRIP. You fucking slut." Adrian nodded in defeat, while his eyes were fixed on the knife held tight in Anita''s hand. Making cute noises and whimpers every now and then, Anita enjoyed the show as he became bare naked. "Even the underwear, now. Come on, don''t make this anymore difficult than it has to be, babes.", she signalled her knife up and down which made Adrian, now stark naked in front of her. He stood with a slight blush, yet feeling a mix of scared and horny in his head. Scared because of the knife. How Anita could kill him if he didn''t play along with her. Horny because whatever that ''lemonade'' was, wasn''t truly lemonade. Note to self: never accept a drink made by Anita even if she has the most adorable smile in this world. "Mmm-hmm. Now, start jerking off." This felt like a strong punch to his gut. He hesitated and considered making a run for it, but he stood still. Adrian sighed in a dejected manner. Seeing no point in resisting , Adrian nodded, while removing his hands as slow as possible trying to delay this humiliating act. But it acted in an opposite way, only building up anticipation for Anita sitting in front of him on the bed. Gulping hard, Anita''s breath rose as she kept her eyes glued on the hands of her lover. She gasped a little after Adrian revealed his rock hard cock, filled with warm blood. It''s sprung up like a big mushroom. How cute, she thought to herself. Adrian would definitely never let her hear the end of it if she poked him like that. His hands, now showing veins, slithered across his stomach before reaching his crotch. Working his way up and down on his shaft, he closed his eyes in shame. Anita liked his shy behavior even more as she ordered him further. "Come closer.", she cooed. Peeping through with one eye, Adrian waddled a few steps thinking that would be enough, but no. Her knife pointing in his direction made him walk right next upto Anita, to the point where even a simple breath of hers made his cock twitch with excitement. "There we go. Up and Personal.", she said while putting one hand down on the bed with the knife, and using her dormant hand to start touching her lover''s dick. "I''ve missed you for soo long~", she conversed with it as if it were a real person, while her nose greeted it with a gentle kiss. Anita looked at it, viewing it with different angles with her eyes halfway closed.She leaned in and her nose twitched a little, indicating a sniff. Only a small amount made it''s way to her lung, but it was too late. Her head kicked back, and she suppressed a lewd moan while her eyes closed inadvertently. Huffing hard, Anita finally opened her eyes. That was it. That little preview was enough to make her go crazy. Her violent demeanor had vanished now, only to replaced by the animalistic need to be bred by her mate. Heart-shaped pupils replaced her usual eyes, as she finally started to please him. She made a v-sign with her two slender fingers got a hold of his veiny cock. Chapter 36: Time ( 18+ Warning ) With a hungry look in her eyes, Anita slowly began to stroke Adrian''s cock as she gazed up at him. Her tongue slid out to lick her bottom lip, leaving it glistening with saliva. The anticipation was killing her. "Mmmm... you''re so big and hard for me," she purred, running her thumb along the underside of his shaft as she teased the head with her fingers. She leaned forward, pressing her plush lips against the tip of his cock and gently pulled away as if in a slow teasing kiss. The soft sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, followed by the wet smack of the saliva and precum mixing together. She held his gaze as she took his entire cockhead in her mouth, sucking softly and swirling her tongue around the sensitive flesh. Her cheeks hollowed out as she took more of him down her throat, bobbing up and down with quick movements that matched his growing excitement. "h..hah..f..fuck..", Adrian groaned as she expertly teased him, driving him wild with desire. Every time she pulled back and looked up at him with those seductive eyes. He felt his control slipping as he watched Anita''s lips wrap around the head of his cock. He was on fire. Every cell in his body was screaming to run away. Far away from her. But the desire to breed with her far outweighed the fear in his being. His hands found their way to her brown hair, gently mussing it up as he guided her head deeper. She moaned around him, taking him all in, her lips stretching just enough to accommodate his girth. Her tongue slithered on the underside of his dick, sending shivers down his spine. It felt so good. So fucking good. She released him with a soft pop and stood up, looking at him with hooded eyes. Her breath was warm against his skin where her mouth had been. "I want you inside me," she whispered huskily, her voice low and sultry. With one swift motion, Anita pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, making him grunt with frustration. He tried to crawl away, but Anita''s firm grip held him tight in place. Her naked body hovered above his, her breasts swaying gently as she bent over to kiss his neck. The scent of her arousal mixed with the sweet perfume she wore, driving him mad with need. Her hands went to the button of her jeans and she slipped them off, revealing toned abs, and a perfect ass. Looking down at a vulnerable blushing Adrian, Anita suddenly felt a burst of desire that threatened to consume her. She wanted nothing more than to use him. To be ravaged by his dick. Conceive his kids. Her full breasts brushed against his chest with every movement, sending shivers down his spine. She straddled him and then lowered her perfectly sculpted ass onto his lap, grinding against his hardness as she met his gaze. Her eyes burned with lust as she gripped the head of his shaft and guided it to her entrance. Right as the tip kissed her labia, she flinched a bit. "W-Wait!!", a sharp voice cut through the air. Anita glanced up to see a worried Adrian. Her brow furrowed in disdain. Adrian''s cheeks had a red tinge as he slowly glanced away. "We should use protection...", he mumbled, barely audible to Anita over her pounding heart. Listening to this, Anita''s rage slowly rose like the mercury inside a thermometer before it finally exploded with glass shattering everywhere. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. "NOOO!!", she yelled out abruptly, making Adrian flinch. "I-I..IM GONNA HAVE YOUR CHILDREN! NO MATTER WHAT!!" She spat out, her voice echoing off the walls. Her vision turned red ,and she slammed down on him, taking him all in one swift motion. Not risking anymore time, she moved up and down rapidly all while holding onto his body, squatting over him. Adrian was clutching onto to the sheets, with his grip tightened overtime. He couldn''t help but clench his teeth, both in lust and rage. She growled at the feeling of fullness, arching her back as she impaled herself on him fully. Their hips slapped together in a primal rhythm that left them both breathless. - Collapsing on his body after a minute or two, I instinctively started kissing his pretty lips. His lips stayed shut as were his eyes. "Y-You show that you don''t like this,babe. But your dick-", I move my ass up and down, feeling the it scrape my walls, "This right here, it tells a different story." Adrian''s heart pounded in his chest as he felt Anita''s ass grind against him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He could feel himself growing harder inside her, even as he tried to fight back the urge to lose control. The knife in her hand trembled slightly, and he could see the determination in her eyes. As she whispered filthy words into his ear, Adrian gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto the last shreds of dignity he had left. "F..Fuck you. Fuck.You. I-I hate you..", he muttered. His voice was cold and was dripping with hatred. His voice becomes even deep when he cries, I giggle to myself. I resume moving my ass up and down as his breath starts to hitch. I can tell he''s suppressing some cute moans down his throat. "You''re mine. Mine. Mine ,mine, mine. Alllll mine~" I coo as I lay my head on his chest seeing him try not to struggle to let his lust take over. "I..I hate you...I''m gonna divorce you..t..take everything you have...a..and leave you alone." Anita froze ''huh...'' There''s a standstill as Anita stops moving. Adrian slowly opens his eyes to find an expressionless wife on top of him. They both just stared at each other as the ticking of the wooden clock filled up the atmosphere, as opposed to the lewd sounds just moments before. Anita''s lips curled up into a gnarly smile as she slowly brought the knife upto Adrian''s throat. He gulped anxiously with his eyes not breaking contact with hers. Anita''s grin stretched ear to ear, as a psychotic expression took over her face. "What was that? I didn''t quite catch you there, honeybee. Say that again one more time.", she growled through her gritted teeth. Moving my ass up gently, I resume moving my hips, while trying my hardest not to let my moans out. "I''ll kill you. I''ll fucking kill you, you hear me?", I whispered with a deep tone. My heart was beating out of my chest. It ached. Not in a good way, but it felt like it cracked open, just a little bit. Adrian wasn''t even looking at me anymore. He''s looking to the side..a..and his chin is quivering..? Chapter 37: Post (18+ Warning ) No, no, no. This can''t be happening. As the first tear escaped his shut eyelids, I couldn''t help but gasp and bite my own lip, my stomach tying itself in knots. This scene felt all too familiar, bringing back a flood of memories that threatened to overwhelm me. I watched helplessly as Adrian''s chest heaved with sobs, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. It''s just like I''m reliving fateful night all over again. I didn''t learn, did I? I..I promised to never hurt him, but here we are. Fuck, even his cute little sniffles are tearing apart my heart. This situation must be incredibly scary for him... I reached out gently to touch his shoulder. He flinched at my touch, pulling away slightly as if expecting pain. It broke me inside to see him so scared and vulnerable. "Hey, hey-", I whispered with a gentle tone, trying to catch his attention. "Come on, honeybee, please don''t cry...", I took in a deep breath to calm myself down. His cries were progressed now and he was hiccuping as well. "Hey!", I snapped my fingers right besides his ears, jolting him. He turned slowly as his tears silently fell down the sides of his face. His expression was the mix of a cocktail of emotions; anger, desperation, hate, lust, while his eyes were half lidded. "Look at me, babe.", I called out to him, before finally raising my knife. His eyes widened now, almost expecting a slash to his face. "See this?", I swung the knife like a pendulum, right before throwing it lazily over my shoulder. It made a violent thud as it hit the ground, vibrating and reverberating against the walls by itself before finally stabilizing and going quiet. Adrian stared at me with a curious face now. The waterworks had stopped, but I needed one more final push. Caressing his face, he closed his eyes preemptively, mimicking a flinch. His face felt hot to the touch, but I couldn''t care less. "There, there... I''m not going to hurt you, babe..", my fingers traced along his jawline gently as I placed soft kisses along his neck and shoulders¡ªan unexpected sensation after such a demonstration of raw power just moments before. I sat on his cock for a second as I raised myself, putting my hands on his shoulders as support. "I..I just got carried away...", I leaned in, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our noses were kissing as we sat in silence, huffing and wheezing, with hot breaths wafting down one another''s face. It was a simple position yet it felt so sensual in this moment. "I..I''m so soo sorry...I..I-", I struggled to get my words out. "T..there really is no excuse, is there..?", I glanced up at him with a sad look. I could feel his heartbeat racing beneath my palms as he tried to steady himself. The scent of fear mixed with arousal filled my nose; it was intoxicating. As if reading my thoughts, he moved closer to me without breaking eye contact, his legs wobbly from the mixture of fear and anticipation. He licked his lips nervously, his tongue darting out to catch a bead of sweat that had formed on his top lip. "You...you look so handsome..," I purred against his skin. My words sent shivers down his spine; he could hardly believe what was happening but couldn''t deny my flattery. He looked away with shame, but couldn''t hide his cheeky blush. Seeing him vulnerable and scared tugged away at my heart. I gently took his chin in my hand, forcing him to meet my gaze. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. We sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity, our hearts beating in sync as if trying to communicate with each other without words. The sound of our breathing filled the air around us like a symphony of sorrow and desire The way he looked at me spoke volumes, his eyes filled with confusion, and possibly a hint of desire. I couldn''t help but think about how much I wanted to take care of him, to make things right. His shaky hand reached out for mine, and it hesitated for a moment before holding me. His skin was incredibly soft, his touch warm and comforting. I had never felt so connected to someone before. "You...you''re really not going to hurt me?" he whispered, his voice weak and shaky. I shook my head, trying to reassure him. "No, I swear. I..just couldn''t control myself. I shouldn''t have scared you to death like that. I really am sorry.", I pleaded desperately. His eyes held onto my every word, the pain evident in them, and I realized then that I didn''t want to upset him anymore. Adrian turned his head to the side as he opened his mouth, "No more second chances from now, okay? The next time you try to hurt me just because you became crazy in the heat of the moment, I''m not gonna stand for that any longer.." I slowly nodded, realizing that I too, truly needed help. It''s a scary combination; to have a short fuse and be clingy to him at the same time. It really sets up a nice recipe for a disaster. "I..I agree. There''s something wrong with ne, yeah...", I whispered sadly. "No more knives. No more chasing your husband through the dark woods! Y-You were so scary like a slasher movie villain..", he joked lightly trying to take the tension off between us. I smiled faintly, before a frown replaced it. Guess that''s it, huh? All this planning just for it to end up messed up like this. Great. My insides were now starting to flare up and were aching, so I raised myself to put a hold over our copulation with a disappointed sigh. Adrian however, had other plans in mind, as he quickly pushed me down, while intertwining both of my hands, and plunging himself deeper. I couldn''t help but let out a soft whimper. As he held me down, he had a smug look on his face. One that I''d never seen before. I stared at him with a scared expression. "W...what do you think y..you''re doing,honeybee...", I mumbled. Adrian''s face twisted into a scowl and his eyes darkened with both lust and anger. "So you think you can just toy with me like that and get away with it, hm?", Adrian scowled. I could sense an undercurrent of venom, and love in his voice. "No, that''s not how this relationship works,", he said as he raised his hips, as he withdrew himself from me, making my eyes widen. His dick had almost imprinted itself into me from all the time it was sitting inside dormant, and I could feel my body calling out for him to come back. ''This is for everything!'', he raised his voice for the very first time, making me squeal from both fear and desire. He slammed into me again, hard and fast, hitting my G-spot with precision that left me breathless. My grip tightened around his hands as I braced myself for this night. Chapter 38: Aggression (18+ Warning ) Her face, etched with fear and desire, was irresistible to me as I devoured her lips like a rabid animal, while my thrusts became more powerful and forceful. It''s almost as if it were begging for this kind of rough treatment. Pulling away, I nipped her bottom lip, and I finally let go as a soft moan escaped her mouth. I gazed into her eyes as I stopped moving to catch up on my breath. Her wide fearful eyes locked onto mine as we stared into each other''s souls. Her scared eyes were sending my mind in a whirlpool of emotions. Those brown eyes seemed to penetrate right through me. With her hair wild and tangled across her flushed face, a single strand stuck to her swollen lip, and under any other circumstances, I would have stopped in my tracks. But then she smiled at me - a devious, mischievous grin that made my blood boil and my heart race even faster. My body couldn''t resist any longer, and with an animalistic groan, I thrust myself into her in one swift motion, causing her entire body to jolt with a whimper of pleasure and pain. My instincts kicked in, and I couldn''t help but let out a groan with my body betraying me even as my heart pounded quickly. I kept scraping her insides without any remorse, making her whole body jolt with whimpers. ''F-Fuuu~uuck'', she whimpered, ''Yo-You''re fucking me like c-cu-craazyy~'' What was happening? The air was thick with tension, our bodies colliding, drowning ourselves in pleasure. I continued to thrust into her, each movement almost throwing her off balance, each groan lighting up the air with a new intensity. I tried to break free from her touch to caress her moving tits, but she held an iron grip on me with her little paws. It felt like I couldn''t move an inch, even if I wanted to. ''T..That''s right...'' Anita''s soft voice whispered, driving me wild while I hammered her. ''T-Take me...m-make me yours, honeybee~'', she pleaded with puppy eyes, her voice dripping with desire. My mind in a split second became clouded with lust as I picked up on my momentum. "A-AHAN~", she moaned out loud, trying to hold onto me for dear life. I couldn''t believe the brazen display of confidence coming from her tonight. It was as if she had transformed into a whole new person, unleashing all her bottled up emotions. "A-ANITA-AAH!" I moaned uncontrollably as I felt my balls tighten up as I felt myself on the verge of cumming. Thrust after thrust I pounded her, my cock aching to unleash its load. "C-Cum inside me...please~ I-I''m c-cumming, I''m cuummiing!!" She said in between her moans. It was all it took for me to cum, and I came in her tight pussy, filling her with my hot seed as her walls clenched around me. With one final deep thrust, I released my seed inside of her. Her walls clenched around me with an almost vice-like grip, milking every drop of my juices as I collapsed onto her sweaty body. "Ah..oh my god..t..that''s right..", she cooed into my ear and now digging her nails into my back as she hugged me tight, ''Breed mee..Adrian...'', she let out with a deep husky voice. I held my arms around her neck, snuggling upto her as I felt my load splurge into her. The room was only filled with the heavy wheezes of both of us as we caught upto our breaths. Finally feeling my dick calm down, I closed my eyes, releasing a stressful yet triumphant sigh. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. - "There...there, honeybug.", I comforted her as I cleaned up her thigh, with my ejaculate, seemingly infinite, kept oozing out every time she tensed her leg muscles- I felt sorry seeing how sensitive she was down there. "It''s okay, babe. This is just a mark of my love, you know?", I glanced up to see an innocent Anita. She''s quiet, and her eyes are droopy while her bare body is glistening with sweat. I can''t believe what we just did, I knew it wouldn''t be like this, but I never expected it to be better than this. It was different than what I''m used to, but it''s still...her, everything is her. She''s so beautiful and I just want her. I want to hold her forever, I can''t get enough of her. I bet it takes everything in her will power to not just close her eyes and fall asleep. Dropping the towel to the bed, I sat beside her, intertwining my fingers with her, and coddling her slender body. "There...there", I cooed into her ears, patting her head. "It''s okay. You did a really good job there, Anita." A small smile crept on her lips as she leaned into my touch, while staring into nothing. She closed her eyes, and her breath started to stabilize, almost throwing the towel in. She seemed so vulnerable yet, she entrusted herself to me knowing I''ll take care of her no matter what. "I-I apologize, Adrian..", she whispered as her fingers traced little symbols on my bare chest. "I..I won''t do that..I..I just planned this little getaway so we could add a little bit more spice in our sex life..b..but I guess the pent up frustration..took over..", she said with an apologetic tone. I nodded, allowing her to finish her apology. "I..I really won''t pull a weapon on you..ever again..y..you can trust me on that, I swear. I know I''ve gone back on my words, but I''m not kidding on this one." She opened her teary eyes, as she held onto my shoulder. "S-So..d..don''t leave me..p..please..d..don''t leave me..like the rest of them..p-please don''t divorce mee..", she cried out whilst her chin quivered like a wavering leaf in the wind. "Hey, hey. Calm down, babe. It''s just the..goddamn..", I took a moment to recall what actually happened an hour earlier, "It''s just the stupid little drink you took that''s talking, okay?! I won''t really divorce you..although I did just say that out of pure anger. I really hated how you just..forced me, with that stupid drink of yours..", I caressed her arm holding onto me. Drawing in a large breath, I was determined to put a stop to her behavior. "Look, I really hate that side of you. The one where you become batshit crazy and angry. The one where you beat me and hit me, the one where you lead me into your traps." Tears started streaming down her face, making me feel guiltier than ever. Wiping her face with my hand, she closed her eyes as I coddled her further. "But then again, I love the you that you''re showing me right now. The calm and cute wife. The one who I can talk to freely like this without having the fear of dying any second, you know?" Anita''s frown switched up, and she chuckled as she playfully shoved my torso. She was full on crying now: however it felt less like cries of sorrow and more like tears of happiness. I made sure to pepper her face with kisses as she gasped with each one of them made contact. Chapter 39: Alone The dimly lit cafe provided a warm backdrop to the conversation as her date stared at Anita with wide eyes, reflecting her concerned expression through his glinty blue eyes. Breaking the silence, he cleared his throat and forced a fake smile on his face. "Law..? That''s quite interesting..", he said with a nervous undertone. Anita brushed a strand of brown hair falling on her forehead backwards, and drank coffee from her straw as she leaned back into her seat with a dejected sigh. She was getting used to these kinds of reactions from her dates. Hell, she''d rarely get matches on her dating app. It was only after she replaced her occupation from "''Law Student" to "University Student", that her phone started flooding with matches and messages. This night too, was no different. After bidding her goodbye, the man disappeared into the indifferent crowd of the busy street with his tail between his legs. He too, ghosted her after a single date. It wouldn''t take a detective to figure out if it was because she told him that she was going to become a lawyer. Anita crashed on her bed, with an annoyed grunt. She took a few deep breaths before screaming in loudly into the pillow. Anita''s anger crept even deeper as she opened her mouth and took in a large chunk of the poor pillow, biting down on it, and shaking it relentlessly side to side, like a dog would, playing with a chewing toy. - Staring the ceiling fan go in circles, she couldn''t fathom the fact that she was brutally single. ''Nobody wants a lawyer as his wife'', she thought to herself. '' I guess most men didn''t want their wives to have a lot of power AND money in her hands. That she would work with other men as well.'' On the rare occasions that she''d get a match, she''d agree to meet at a local Cafe for coffee. Only to hit with the brutal reality that most of them would be rancidly misogynistic, or say certain things that would make a red flag pop up in her head. ''Oh. You''ll quit your job and take care of the house though, right?'' ''You know, my best friend, Emily said tha-'' ''Me personally, I would never hire a female lawyer. No offense.'' These were some responses that she''d heard these past dates. Anita was seething. Not because someone wouldn''t hire someone just because they were a different gender, no, it was how her date called her a ''female'', almost using it like a derogatory slur. Clenching her teeth, her anger finally hit it''s limit. "Grr¡­MEN, THEY''RE ALL THE FUCKING SAME!!", Anita yelled out, only to cover her mouth with a hand with a scared expression a split second later. She crossed her fingers,praying noone in her building heard her embarrassing outbreak. Tossing her bitten pillow across the room, she laid still, almost rotting in her gloomy bed all alone. "I..I need someone..", she cried, her voice cracking as she covered her teary eyes with her forearm. "I wanna hold someone...hug him..hold hands with him..cuddle with him..", she whispered as a single tear made it''s way down the side of her face, melting into the sheets. ''M-Maybe have kids'', she giggled while a sorrowful smile crept upon her face "Mh. Yeah. Kids aren''t too bad. I wish to have them someday..." Anita sighed and tried to get some rest, falling deep in her dreams, imagining a caring husband. A calm and cheerful halo surrounded the faceless being as she imagined going on dates, eating lunch, dinner, even cuddling on an imaginary couch, watching an imaginary T.V. It was pretty pathetic, but this was all she could do to satiate her need for another human''s touch. Anita didn''t care at this point. A sticky, cold yet rough lick at her ankles startled her out of her delusion, revealing a meek tuxedo cat near her feet. It was taken aback, from all the noise coming from her room and seemed to found his favorite human. Anita''s eyes lit up with excitement as she held up the cat in the air. "Cuddles? You''re here to check up on me, yes?", she cooed to the animal in a squeaky voice. Cuddles was a black and white furred cat that roamed the building, and after enough treats, Anita had adopted her. The cat jumped into her belly, smelling vigorously. It inspected long enough before finding a cozy spot and tucking its small legs to his sides, curling up and sleeping on Anita. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Anita''s grim mood had vanished, as she waited for a moment to take in this adorable sight, before finally petting him. "You, Mom, and Dad...", she whispered to it. "You''re all I have in my life." Even that didn''t last too long. Anita, on her vacation was back at her Dad''s luxurious mansion, only for him to drop a bombshell on her. Her Dad, with a stern expression delivered the earth shattering news, while her Mom sat meekly on a chair at the back, a helpless spectator to the ordeal. "You..You can''t be serious, right?!", Anita said with a weak voice. She thought it was a joke for a moment, but her father''s expression didn''t change. "No. My brand got a deal, and I think this is the perfect moment for me.", he cleared his throat before resuming. "Your Mom and I are leaving behind this country. There''s a particular nation in the European Union that would cater to our lives. See, we wanna live life, like the old fashioned way. Unlike this new generation...", he scoffed with annoyance. "Anyways. With that, we obviously have to advice you to refrain from taking a stupid flight only to be met with glares and silence from me and her", he said, pointing a finger at his partner. She immediately looked away, avoiding any eye contact with her poor daughter. Anita stared at her, with tears welling up in her eyes, knowing she too, didn''t have a choice. Anita knew that if her Mom had gone against him, the poor mother would end up living with her, ultimately burdening her with the responsibility of taking care of her. It was either that, or even worse, she would end up on the streets. In the matter of a few seconds, Anita had figured out her Mother was only acting rationally, not being a hindrance to anyone at all. Her hands were tied with a difficult dilemma presented to her. "You hearing me?!", a grumpy voice startled Anita, as her gaze matched that of her father''s. "I don''t want nothing to do with you! You''ve always been a disgrace to the family!" The woman in the back now, was clasping her mouth closed, shedding tears silently as the conversation unfolded. "We didn''t want you to be like this, after all. Why couldn''t you just do what we said? At this age, we wanted you to be married. Have kids, live a happy life. But no. You had to get an education, and be a smart ass about it!!" Her heart sank. Anita stood tall, a couple centimeters over the person standing in front of her feeling a mix of hurt and anger. "I..", he mumbled, looking down, his voice soft now, ''I hope you understand.'' Mother was in hysterics, wrapping her arms around herself as she bent over, looming over her lap with all the guilt. Sorrow filled Anita''s heart. She couldn''t bear this sight any longer. Feeling the weight of abandonment, she immediately turned around and left the mansion in tears. Her Mom, the only loving parent got up, and tried to run behind her daughter to bid her goodbyes. But a burly hand stopped her. He shot her a nasty look, to which she retreated. - Anita heaved a sigh, signing off a document. The air conditioning kept the office cool, while warm sunrays penetrated the slits between the windows. Taking a small break from work, she crossed her hands, and observed a photo frame laying dormant on her desk. It wasn''t too long before she took it in her hands, moving her fingers over the persons face. ''Taking him to my cabin was a nice vacation..'', Anita thought to herself. ''I''m glad we aren''t apart.'' It had been weeks since the couple had ''made up''. Anita redeemed the retreat to be successful, seeing how good their relationship had been going these couple weeks. Although..there was a slight hiccup in the process, but that didn''t matter to her. They were together. And most importantly, they loved each other. The sun shone to reveal a joyful Adrian on the photograph. Anita''s face lit up with a radiant smile, as she rubbed on the glass with her thumb, almost imagining the touch of his face. Her heart fluttered like a butterfly at the mere thought of him. After enduring these stressful years all alone, she had finally accepted her emotions, giving into them. ''I''ve finally found someone'', she sighed ''My husband'' Chapter 40: Gesture The scent of her perfume, a mix of vanilla , and the smell of her smoky leather jacket hit me first, a wave of warmth washing over me before I even saw Anita. The tell-tale click of her boots on the pavement outside grew louder. Without hesitation, I kept my book aside and went to greet her. A tired smile tugged at the corner of her lips as I opened the door before she could even ring the doorbell. The lines around her eyes deeper than usual. ''Tired'', written across her face. "Hey," I called out to her, helping her inside. "Long day?" I pulled her into a hug, enjoying the familiar press of her body against mine. Work had been rough for her lately, some client with a demanding case, and she was carrying the weight of it on her shoulders. "Longer than yours, I bet," she murmured, inhaling the citrus air freshener of the living room. "Not even close," I countered, pulling back. "You wouldn''t believe the shenanigans Mrs. Jackson''s cat got up to today." We chuckled together, followed by me telling her about the chores I did throughout the day, while she responded about her cases, and her friends. This was a regular routine of ours that always soothed the edges of her long day. As Anita stepped further into the apartment, I noticed something in her hand. It was a small, sleek envelope. "What''s that?" I asked, having my curiosity piqued. "Oh, this?", she held it up with a nonchalant shrug. "Just a little something I picked up on my lunch break." Intrigued, I followed her as she moved towards the kitchen. She tossed her bag onto a chair and reached for a glass, filling it with water from the tap. The black envelope remained clutched in her hand. ''''Lunch break shopping?'''', I raised an eyebrow. Suddenly self-conscious, Anita tucked the envelope behind her back. "Don''t worry," she said, avoiding my gaze. "It wasn''t anything extravagant. Just a little...", her voice trailed off, and her cheeks flushed a light pink. "surprise." The air crackled with excitement. Was it a gift for me? A surprise? My heart kicked up a notch, a thrill coursing through my veins. Anita rarely took me out for shopping, but when she did, the things she bought for me were always expensive. What could it be? A ring? A chain..? "Well," I pressed her, unable to contain my curiosity. "Can''t you show me this little something?" She hesitated for a moment longer, then with a playful sigh, retrieved the envelope from behind her back. My anticipation soared as she held it out to me. It was light, almost weightless. "Go on then," she urged, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Open it." My fingers trembled slightly as I tore at the seal, my mind racing with possibilities, as I removed the gift inside partially out of the envelope, revealing it. My jaw dropped, as my eyes had their sights fixated on it. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. "Anita..." I stammered, my voice thick with surprise. "What...no-wait, why?" She looked down at her shoes, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Well," she mumbled, grooming, and curling a stranded piece of her hair on her side nervously. She bit her lip, a nervous habit of hers. "Well, I know you take care of everything around the house, and you never ask for anything¡­", she whispered anxiously as her gaze alternated between the envelope and my surprised face. I chuckled, unable to contain my grin. This little gift of hers was already making my day better. Carefully, I removed the card with the help of my index and middle finger holding. I lifted the card just above eye level, and the lights shone to reveal her name written alongside side mine, in a dark gold font. It was a premium black credit card, mysterious, and screaming wealth. "I..didn''t know these actually existed, babe..", I muttered, while brushing my fingers along the names. "You didn''t have to go this far...", I consoled her. "Still, I wanted you to have something. Something of your own. A reward for being the most amazing¡­ househusband someone like me could ask for.", she fiddled with her wedding ring, before finally meeting my gaze. "I also want to apologize for what happened in the cabin.", she said, heaving a sad sigh. "I..I-I don''t know if this can make it up...but..I hope you''ll forgive me for all those times I..hurt you, beat you, used the ropes on you...please..,", she cried out, with her voice cracking. ''Forgive me.'', tears were welled up in her eyes as she pleaded towards me. A wave of warmth washed over me. It wasn''t just about the card, although that was insanely generous. It was her motive behind the gift. Her recognition of her abuse, her desire to make things right between us. To let bygones be bygones. My heart swelled with a love so fierce it threatened to burst out of my chest. "Hey, hey," I interrupted, taking her hand in mine. "Taking care of each other is what we do, don''t we, hm?", I assured her. Her hand squeezed mine, a shy smile gracing her lips. "Just promise me you''ll use it, okay?", she ordered. Anita brought her fingers to her chin like she was recalling something. "They told me.. this one has no credit limit, yeah. Buy whatever you like, okay honeybee? I know this isn''t enough to compensate you for everything I''ve done to you...but I hope you forgive me, even if it''s just a little.." "Absolutely," I grinned, pulling her close. "But first, how about we celebrate with a nice home-cooked dinner, honeybug?" The surprise wasn''t just for her anymore. I had a feeling she would be expecting the full-course meal with candles, and wine followed by a long night of intimacy. Tonight, we were both getting a treat. Chapter 42: Worry Jay''s foot tapped as he nibbled on one of his nails, while his other hand clutched his phone tightly. The sound of the clock ticking in the room was getting annoying to him, but he had more important matters at hand. He sighed and dialed the number another time, crossing his fingers. Staring at the screen, he hoped Adrian would finally pick it up. To no avail, that didn''t happen. Adrian hadn''t come to university for almost a week now, including the weekend. He wasn''t picking up his calls up, either. The glow of the phone illuminated Jay''s face as it returned a disappointing and repetitive message. This call too, had also gone unanswered. Grumbling over his dismay, Jay scrolled through the contact logs impatiently, with the list almost being endless. He cursed Adrian under his breath, his finger scrolling on the screen. Jay recalled their last interaction. That day too, he just acted really weird. And just vanished into thin air all of a sudden. A small smile crept on his face as he remembered the date he had with Ellen that same day. Scrolling mindlessly, his phone buzzed, and his finger immediately picked the call up. Jay jolted out of his delusions as he stared at the Contact Name on his phone. Sweating nervously, he slowly brought his phone to his ears, before a familiar feminine voice was heard on the other side. ''Jay? Hello?? Am I-'' Jay melted into his seat as he heard Ellen''s soft voice. It had been only a week but he was yearning for her again. "HELLO?!?" "Yeah, Yeah. Sorry, I dropped my phone. What''s up, Ellen?", Jay immediately answered back. A brief moment of silence ensued and Jay could feel Ellen''s smirk through her voice. "Not much. I was getting bored y''know Just wanted to say hi.", she said with her voice soft. Jay nodded, before realizing it was his perfect opportunity to ask about Adrian and Anita. He shifted in his seat before finally asking. "Hey, Ellen?" "Yeah? "Adrian''s been missing for..about a week now. Do you know anything about that?" "No, I haven''t.", she replied, her brows furrowed in concern. "I just thought it was strange that he disappeared without saying anything.", Jay explained nervously. Ellen''s eyes widened in shock before she quickly composed herself. "I haven''t heard anything. But wait-", she opened her laptop and clicked away at her keyboard. Jay gulped as he waited for Ellen. "Ah! I don''t know about Adrian, but here it is...Anita sent in a request for a week off about a week ago.", Ellen let out as she read the mail carefully. She sank into her seat putting the pieces together. It didn''t took long for them to realize what was going on. Ellen shook her head dismissively and muffled a giggle with her hand. Jay was embarrassed how he was worried for Adrian, when he was simply out having a cozy vacation with his wife. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. "T..this is awkward.", he let out with a sigh. "Oh, I''m sure they''re both doing fine. If not, I can ring up Anita anytime. She picks up my calls most of the time", she giggled while saying. "Nah, just forget about it. Let''s not disturb their private time, eh?", he replied before realizing he had another golden opportunity in his reach. "Ellen.", he said, his voice deep and calm now. "Hmph? Yes?" "Are you free this weekend?", he asked, his voice feigning determination. "Y-Yeah. Of course. Yes. I''m totally free for a date- I mean- It doesn''t HAVE to be a date..but-", she panicked, taken aback by how upfront Jay was being. "Date it is then. I''ll pick you up, okay?" Ellen calmed down, with Jay''s voice feeling calming and therapeutic now. "Of course. See you Saturday, Jay~" - Jay sat idly in his chair, his thoughts running amok. He rotated his phone using his thumb and index finger, a pet peeve that helped him calm down. He could breath a sigh of relief, knowing that Adrian was fine. But more importantly, he had a date. That too, with a gorgeous lady. A sudden stinging pain at the back of his head shook him, a definite slap, as he turned in his chair to find a triumphant Mia standing with a smug smile. Jay returned her gaze with a glare, all while narrowing his eyes. Living with Mia was annoying since she would always keep him in check, most of the time. They were living in an apartment close to university, splitting the rent. "So. Heard anything about Adrian?" "Yeah, yeah. He''s fine. Just on a vacation...", he murmured while scratching the back of his head, the spot where Mia hit him. "With his wife, I bet", she said, her grin growing wide. "How''d you know?", Jay asked while raising his brow. "OH, please. As if it wasn''t obvious, Jay.", she turned to the mirror in her room as she started to fix her hair "How do I put this...call it a woman''s intuition. That day, when she introduced herself, I could see her eye me and Jessica up and down, almost scanning us, being wary. And the way she looked at him. Almost looking into his soul. Heh. She''s MADLY in love with him.", she revealed while turning to Jay. "Just like you''re in love with ''Ellen'', huh?", she said, swiping at Jay''s arm playfully. Jay flinched, but smiled in return, with a noticeable red tinge in his cheeks. Turns out she had been listening to him talk on the phone all this time. "A girlfriend, huh?? Tell me about her! Show me what she looks like, c''mon!", she nagged at Jay, before he finally caved in and told her everything ranging from how he was set-up to the first date they had. Chapter 43: Basement The roads on this quiet night were empty. The winds sounded like howls, rushing through the vacant streets, the trees lined up by the lanes swaying calmly. A single car made it''s way through the highway, it''s whirring engine piercing the silence. "You made a huge mistake, Adrian.", I whispered in a voice that sent shivers down my own spine. The hatred in my voice must have been prominent as I was answered with silence in the car while keeping my eyes on the road. In the stillness that followed, there was only the sound of Adrian''s uneven breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. "You shouldn''t have talked to that girl at the bar.", I whispered, leaning my head to his side. ''I..It was..j..just s-small ta..talk..'', he muttered under his breath, using all of his strength to somehow justify him talking to another girl at the bar at one point deep into the dance, and cheating on me. I know it was just playful flirting, but no.You had to reciprocate, didn''t you?! What a man-whore. I chuckled darkly as I ignored Adrian''s mumbled protests and drove us back to our house. The night was shrouded in darkness, the moon barely peeking through the heavy clouds above. Adrian''s hateful grumblings only fueled my determination, his words of annoyance falling on deaf ears. He even tried to reach for the the door, but his hopes were shattered once he realized he didn''t have enough strength in his body to even unlock the door. He was cooked beyond belief. He stared daggers into me as he realized he was at my mercy. The rest of the ride back home was quiet, save for the sound of Adrian''s heavy breathing and occasional curses. I could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on me, but I refused to let it hold me back from my plan. Talking with another female is already a crime in my book, but flirting back just out of spite of being friendly? I should just cut your disgusting tongue off. You''re lucky I''m going to give you a much less harsh punishment, honeybee. Your only saving grace is that you can plead that you were drunk. As we pull into the driveway, I finally turn off the car, and glance over at him, with a disappointed face. His eyes more or less show his thoughts now. His anger has faded, only to be replaced with fear. It''s time to bear the consequences. "You''ve crossed a line, Adrian. You''ve disrespected me and our marriage.", I said with a steely tone, my anger bubbling just below the surface. Adrian''s eyes widened in fear as he tried to stammer out an apology, but I wasn''t interested. I was seething with rage, my fists clenched in anger as I unbuckled my seatbelt. The tension in the car was palpable, the air thick with a sense of confrontation. With a sudden burst of fury, I reached out and grabbed Adrian''s collar, yanking him towards me. "You will pay for your betrayal.", I snarled, my grip tight on his shirt. Adrian''s eyes widened in terror as he realized the extent of my rage, his attempts to pacify me had been falling on deaf ears. Eagerly, I yanked Adrian out of the car, his body limp and disoriented from the drink I had spiked. My tapping foot betrayed my impatience as I punched in the passcode to the penthouse. I couldn''t wait to make him pay for talking to another girl, and tonight was the perfect opportunity. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. - Guiding him towards the basement entrance downstairs, I could sense his growing unease, as his body leaned on me for support. His legs were apparently too weak from the drink. His steps faltered as he realized where we were headed, but it was too late for him now. "You remember what I told you about talking to other women, right?", I asked with a cruel smirk, my grip tight on his arm. Adrian''s eyes flickered with fear and understanding as he stuttered out a response. "Y-yes, I-I won''t do it again.", he promised, his voice trembling. "Too late for that now.", I laughed sadistically at his words. With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him down the stairs into the dark basement below. Adrian let out a cry of surprise and pain as he tumbled down the stairs, landing in an ungraceful heap at the bottom, and through the entrance of the basement. He groaned in pain as he tried to sit up, but my firm grip on his head kept him pinned down. "You thought you could get away with flirting with another woman, hm?", I spat, my anger boiling over. "You disgust me." I kicked him hard in the ribs and Adrian cried out in pain. This was just the beginning of his punishment. "You''re mine. Only and only mine...,", my voice was laced with a dangerous edge. "No woman can even think about talking to you, much less have you. Get that through your thick skull of yours.", I said while poking harshly at his temple. - The basement was a harsh contrast to the warm glow of the upstairs living room. A single lightbulb flickered as if to add to the eeriness of the situation. Adrian looked around in confusion and fear on the ground, his eyes wide with panic. He knew that he was in trouble, and he didn''t want to be here. The sole source of light cast an eerie glow around us as I grabbed Adrian roughly by the hair and pulled him upright. "This is what happens when you disrespect me.", I snarled into his ear. With one hand holding onto his hair and another gripping tightly onto his shirt collar, I dragged Adrian towards a makeshift bed at the corner of the basement. My heart was pounding with the adrenaline, the excitement, and the thrill of asserting my dominance. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but the desire for revenge had consumed me. I quickly secured Adrian on a makeshift bed, chaining his hands to the cold metal frame, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction at his helplessness. His face was contorted in a mixture of fear and grief, his eyes pleading for a way out. But I wasn''t going to forgive him easily. As I stood there, staring down at him, I could still feel the heat of my anger coursing through me. I knew that I had been pushed too far, and I couldn''t let him get away with what he had done. Now, it was finally time to make him pay. P.S: This is a continuation of Chapter 24''s flashback. I did want to extend it further back then, but realized it would have gone for 3-4 more chapters, so I stopped it abruptly, wanting to focus on the present time of the story instead Chapter 44: Ragged ( 18+ Warning ) I left Adrian alone in the dimly lit room, his disgruntled ramblings echoing against the cold walls. Every fiber of my being ached with betrayal, but I knew I couldn''t let my emotions cloud my judgment. There was work to be done. I made my way to the small table located at other side of the room, where my favorite set of tools were laid out perfectly under the flickering bulb. With a steady hand, I picked up a sharp scalpel, the metal cool against my skin. ''Tch. Need something less scary'' My eyes fell on the whip laying on the wooden table. It''s handle shone under the light, with it''s cords falling to the side of the table. This was the perfect choice. I grabbed it and observed it carefully. It''s leather strands felt nice to the touch, and gave off the fresh raw factory like smell. Don''t worry, honeybee. I''ll make sure I won''t bruise you too much. You need this. I can''t just let you flirt with other women in my absence. Why couldn''t you just respect me, huh? Gritting my teeth, I turned around. Adrian''s body had overriden the drink''s effects with fear at this point since he was looking at me akin to a deer in headlights. How cute. I grabbed the leather whip, relishing the cold touch of the handle in my palm. My heart pounded with anticipation as I smiled ominously. The dimly lit room seemed to shrink around me, as I made my way towards him. Adrian''s eyes widened in terror as he watched me approach, his voice hoarse as he pleaded for mercy. ''A..Anita..I..I swear, I won''t do it again..'', he whispered, his voice weak. I stood in front of him, clenching the whip incredibly tight. "No. You need to learn your place in the relationship." Just as I said that, Adrian froze. With one swift movement, I brought down the whip on his torso, the crack echoing in the basement as it made contact with his skin. Adrian let out a gut-wrenching cry of pain, arching his back in an attempt to escape the sting of each lash. But I was relentless, each strike fueled by resentment and betrayal. ''STOP- STOP I''M SORRY- I REALLY AM!!'', he screamed, his pleas falling on deaf ears. "You think your apologies will make up for what you''ve done?!?", I shouted over his cries, each word dripping with venom. "You think you can beg for forgiveness after flirting with some other skank?!" The rage within me poured out with each strike, a rush of pent-up emotions unleashed with every lash of the whip. "Never. Again.", I hissed between clenched teeth, each word followed by another lash. The chains clinked harshly with every movement he made, a cruel reminder of his captivity as he tried to catch the whip. ''You will never flirt with another woman again!'' If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Adrian''s body convulsed with each strike. But still, he begged. He begged and pleaded, tears streaming down his face as he begged for release. His voice cracked with desperation, his spirit broken under the weight of my anger. - I gazed at Adrian, with my body worn out from whipping and yelling for what felt like 15 minutes. His body was trembling under the dim light of the room. Despite the rage that had took over me moments before, a wave of tenderness washed over me as I saw the raw vulnerability in his eyes and body. I dropped the whip, and it made a cringe-inducing hiss as it settled on the ground. Approaching him slowly, I reached out to touch his cheek, tracing his jawline. His breathing was ragged, his body still tense from the punishment he had endured. But there was something in his gaze that tugged at my heartstrings. I could see a flicker of defeat in his eyes. It was a satisfying sight, knowing that he understood the gravity of his actions and the consequences that followed. I knelt beside him, my fingers delicately skimming over the bruises left by my whip across his torso. They weren''t too shallow, nor were they too deep. Just the right amount of punishment for being a slut. His skin was warm beneath my touch, a stark contrast to the cold basement. The crimson lines on his skin stood out starkly against his pale complexion, a cruel reminder of the pain he had brought upon himself. He winced lightly as I traced my works, making me flinch with sadness. Sighing deeply, I finally ruffled his hair as we both gazed deep into each other eyes. There was an mutual agreement that we''d both had stepped out of our boundaries. "I''m sorry, Adrian.", I whispered, my breath catching in my throat. He nodded, with one tear falling down his side as he moved his head. Good thing I didn''t hit his arms or face. I wouldn''t ever forgive myself if I hurt his physical appearance and crush his self esteem. ''I...I won''t flirt with another woman again..'', he replied. - This was justice, I told myself- this was retribution for him cheating on me by talking and flirting with another woman. And as I looked down upon him, broken and defeated, I couldn''t help but hate myself for what I had done. As I tended to his wounds, I felt a strange sense of intimacy in the air. He cried and my eyes welled up with tears involuntarily, as I applied an antibiotic ointment, making sure it really gets in there, leaving no chance of an infection. Adrian flinched at my touch, still wary of my intentions, but gradually he began to relax under my hands. His eyes were soulless as I came back from upstairs, with a thick blanket. Adrian nodded appreciatively, his guard slowly lowering. I draped the warm blanket over his shoulders, a silent gesture conveying more than words could capture. The room, once filled with tension, now held a subtle warmth, and as Adrian met my gaze, a newfound understanding passed between us.