Remy:
The shower was running in his bedroom, my fingers curling around the door. A couple of months had passed and he hadn't even made a freaking move on me. I had done everything from bending down in front of him with one of her shirts on and my ass hanging out. Wearing my nicest dress with a black lace teddy peeking out from the falling strap, I only wanted to see him in his birthday suit. This guy was the literal embodiment of male character in my novel. Peeking around the corner, the glass seemed to obscure my view. Sneaking into the bathroom, the water turned off. Hiding in his closet, this made me feel like a damn creep. Struggling to keep my composure, panic twisted my eyes at the shallowness of his closet. Pulling myself onto the ceiling, the years of working out served me while I hung on the bars used for his closet. Walking into the closet, his towel dropped to the ground. Letting out a small gasp, water glistened off of his muscles, the scars lining his body only making him more attractive. Following a couple drops of water, his stiff cock stood ready in the attention position. A deep crimson colored my cheeks, a clammy sweat compromising my hiding spot. Sitting down on the leather seat in the corner, something seemed off about the whole situation. It was as if he was wasting time on his day off, his brow cocking at my long breath. Apparently I had forgotten to breathe like the world's biggest idiot. Why couldn't his phone ring so I could get down?
"I can see you, you know." He teased playfully, rising to his feet. "How long do you plan on hiding?" Walking over to me, he pulled me down from my hiding spot. Taking me to his bed with black bedding and a simple leather headboard, he pinned me against the comforter. My breath hitched at how close he was, his handsome features causing my thighs to rub together. Tracing my ample breasts, he played with the black lace number I was playing. Dancing his fingers down to the first button, one swift movement had the material sliding away to expose more of my porcelain skin. Brushing his lips against my exposed skin, his next words sent chills up my spine.
"Don't think that I haven't noticed your obvious ploys, my naughty girl." He groaned huskily, undoing another button. "I want you to know that I have played with many women in my bad days. So I know a trick or two." Winking my direction, my hands cupped his face. Kissing his lips sensually, he ran his palm along the soft skin of my breasts. Letting him out of my spell, he needed to know that I was a virgin. Embarrassment colored my face, a twenty-one year old woman shouldn't still be a freaking virgin. How pathetic could I be?
"I am still a virgin." I blurted out awkwardly, pressing my fingers together. "So that would make you my first. Is that okay?" Chuckling softly, he returned to unbuttoning my dress. Kissing every inch of my skin, the lack of protest made it clear. Pausing in between my legs, he peeled off my underwear. Flashing me a million dollar smile, he ran his hands up my thigh.
"May I continue then?" He asked politely, itching to take me. "I have been waiting for you to give me the go ahead." Accidentally giving him a loving look, a tender blush rose to my cheeks. My lips parted to speak, his lips brushing against my thighs. What was she going to do?
"I want this but I have another request and please don't hate me for this." I asked cautiously, the words not coming to the tip of my tongue. "I don't plan to divorce you so please grant me this. I want to carry your child." His eyes widened with shock, a quiet fear tainted his nervous grin. Tears welled up in my eyes, I had screwed up. Averting my gaze, his hands cupped my face. Please say yes. A child would make me the happiest woman in the world, the very thought making me smile warmly to myself.
"If that is your wish, Remy." He promised sweetly, kissing my lips gently. "I am twenty-four after all and my father is begging for a grandchild. Did I hear that you didn't want to divorce me? I thought you didn't like me." Smiling serenely in his direction, he needed to know that I loved him but he couldn't know that quite yet. He would think that I was a pathetic little idiot.
"I simply happen to kind of love you, that is all." I admitted sheepishly, a deeper red coloring my cheek as he pressed his firm chest against my ample breasts. "You treat me like a human being and you kind of made me love you." Grinning slyly, he spread my legs apart. Sucking my clit, my fingers gripped the blankets. Sliding his fingers into me, short gasps burst from my lips. Curling my toes, he glanced up at me to check up on me. Flashing a dazed expression, his lips grazed my skin. Kissing the nape of my neck, my body arched towards him. Guiding his hand underneath the black lace, his loving gaze falling on me.
"Do you mind if I have you get into the doggy position?" He requested gingerly, helping me get into the position. Lining himself up, he slid himself in slowly as a small line of blood dripped down my leg. The pain faded to pure euphoria with every wild buck, his hand sliding down my back to my bouncing breasts. Playing with them would make me so freaking happy, the simple fact that he found me attractive causing me to smile warmly to myself. Maybe I was pretty after all.
"Let me know if it hurts." He whispered huskily in my ear. "I don't want your first time to be a horrible experience." Squeezing them roughly, sensual moans poured from my lips as my fingers gripped his bedding. Glancing back at him, he couldn't stop smiling. Struggling to come up with my question, the best I could do was squeak it out.
"Can I try?" I stuttered oddly, his face lighting up. Laying back on the bed, scarlet colored my cheeks at his stiff cock. Lowering myself down, it felt a little uncomfortable. Once he was all in me, another wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Bouncing up and down, he grabbed my hips. Moving them in a grinding motion, both of us couldn't help but to let out quiet moans. Letting go, a sense of pride burned in our eyes. Clutching me close to his chest, tears welled up in my eyes. I loved him. I really loved him. He had been nothing but considerate since he found out about my situation.
"I love you, Remy. I know that it may be insane but I don't want to be without you." He groaned gruffly in my ear, rolling me underneath him. "Please don't leave me." Silent tears stained my cheeks, everything feeling right for a moment. Let me show you how much I love." Sliding himself in slowly, he pressed his body against mine. Thrusting deliberately sent chills up my spine, my mind begging for it not to stop. Sitting up, he guided my legs to his shoulders. Every buck made me scream, embarrassment painting my cheeks. Beaming with pride, surprise rounded my eyes the moment he pulled me close to him. Wrapping my legs around my waist, our hips moved to the same rhythm. Kissing the nape of my neck, I was about to cum. Picking up on my expression, he held my hips down as his hot seed filled me up. Refusing to let me go, he lifted up my chin with his finger.
"You look so beautiful right now. You don't have to be so bashful." He gushed lovingly, pressing his lips against mine sweetly. "Why don't you sleep in here from now on? I can't stand the thought of you being alone." Or he wished to have his way with me whenever we wished, my heart knowing that I wasn't worth being with him.
"I want you next to me because you take away my loneliness when I am with you. The sex is a bonus." He comforted me almost knowing what I was thinking. "You don't have to if you are re-" . Shaking my head, the thought of sleeping next to him would make me feel safer and loved. Being with him was something I had never experienced before.
"I want to sleep next to you. You make me feel warm and safe. Everyone else pushes me away but you insist on being next to me no matter what." I choked out brokenly, shedding more unnecessary tears. "I want to be by your side for the rest of my life." A knock interrupted us, Dominic letting out a long sigh. Leaping off the bed, my shaking fingers couldn't button up my dress. His steady hands buttoned them all up for me, another feverish flush rising to my cheeks. How useless could I be?
"I will always have your back, just ask for help." He mused playfully, tugging on a simple black t-shirt and dark jeans. "I forgot my father was visiting today. I am sure he will be thrilled to see you. Sometimes I think he likes you more than me. Thank you for the lovely morning, my little Remy." Hooking his elbow in mine, we walked downstairs. Opening the door, his face fell at his mother letting herself in. Her ashy gray hair was twisted into a severe bun, her dark brown eyes glittering with malice. A smoking cigarette rested in between her fingers, the tight red number she was wearing reminded me of Satan himself. Having only a couple of inches on her, her body matched her daughters. Blowing a cloud of smoke in my face, Dominic looked like he could have murdered her. Fixing the situation before it gets out of hand was all I could focus on.
"I find it hard to believe that you came upon good intentions, Dorleen!" He growled through gritted teeth, emphasizing her name. "Is the rich Mr. Marvin not suiting your needs? I married her because I love her. I need you to leave before you spoil the rest of the world with your venomous touch." Ignoring him, she put out his cigarette on the black marble in front to the door.
Playing with my hair, she circled me like a hungry shark. Wicked laughter rumbled in her throat, her fingers tracing the scars lining my arms. A chill shot up my spine, her energy threatening to swallow me alive.
"I bet you are as sick as your parents. Did you like my new special on you? I thought it painted you in the loveliest light." She bragged with a twisted grin, ripping my head back to face her bony face. "My daughter is prettier than you any day. How pathetic could you be?" Enough was enough. Throwing her over my shoulders onto the floor, her face landed in her cigarette. Digging my heel into her back, I wasn't taking her crap.
"There are a million people like you. You devour and devour and provide nothing for society. People like you sicken me." I retorted bitterly, her hands clawing at the floor. "Your daughter is a leech on society who only seeks wealthy men. Did your daughter claw her way to her wealth? I don't think so. If you mention this to anyone, I will say you trespassed on our property. Don't you ever touch me again!" Stepping off of her, she pulled herself to her feet. Charging at me, I caught her arm and twisted it behind her back. Too many people wanted to destroy me in one way or another.
"I will smear your name until your life is ruined!" She spat viciously, a fit of laughter bursting from my lips. "What is so funny!" Cocking my head back, Dominic began to panic next to me. Pulling out my phone, I made a show of dialing nine-one-one. Rage mixed with bewilderment, a sly grin danced across her face.
"I don't think you can do that. People try to murder me every other day. My parents did all of the hard work. Don't be an idiot and take credit for that." I returned in a calmer tone, her behavior growing more erratic. "Leave before I actually call the freaking cops. I will let you know that your daughter nearly threw me out of the window. I didn't press charges with that. All I ask is that you leave us alone. Now get out." Pushing her out the door, I slammed the door shut in her face. Rushing over to me, my husband checked me for fresh bruises.
"You are a special type of person, aren't you?" He joked tenderly, her car peeling away. "I don't whether to yell at you or reward you." Another knock interrupted my response, his old man walking in a navy sweater and gray trousers. Holding a dozen donuts, he passed his son a coffee. Angst haunted his expression, a deep concern dimmed his eyes. Oh no! What was he going to ask?
"A show wants your side of the story and what it was like to grow up with both of them. The interview will be tomorrow." He uttered with apprehension, my face falling. "I told them it was up to you. Maybe you could prove your innocence." Letting out a deep sigh, it was time to break my silence. His father had done so much for me, it was only fair.
"Fine." I replied briskly, fighting the brewing fear inside of me. "I'll let you know that you know that I am doing it for Domy and you. Tell them they can come here. If you excuse me, I need to use the restroom." Hiding in the bathroom, every breath grew shorter, my heart hating myself for even agreeing. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, the room beginning to spin around me. The door creaked open, Domy clutching me close to his chest. Now wasn't the time for a panic attack, my mind hated me for my fragile emotional state.
"You don't have to do this." He assured me lovingly, kissing the top of my head. "I wouldn't want to dru-" Snapping my head up towards him, harsh words escaped my lips. Shoving him off, he needed to realize that I needed my reputation back.
"I can't do that!" I shouted desperately, trembling in my spot. "I need to fix my reputation for you. I am like poison to everyone near me. First the rumors start and then the assassinations!" Cupping the sides of my head, the raw panic wouldn't stop. Wishing that it would all go away, a rough darkness stole me away.
My father set me down on the cold snow, my tiny five year old body shook violently. Knots covered my hair, my mothers marks lined my skin. His wild black hair hung around his wicked grin, his dark brown eyes glistening with malice. Dropping his stopwatch over his head, his fingers kept pushing the button until it read ten minutes. Crouching down to my level, he flashed it in my face.
"We are going to play a fun game of hide and seek." He laughed cruelly, his strong hands ripping off my coat. "This is more like it." Instant cold nipped my skin, my eyes noting the gun raised into the air. Pop! A bullet blasted into the sky, my winter boots taking me further into the trees. Crunching through the snow, his taunting voice seemed to be further and further away. This hadn't been the first time he had done this to me, the first time being when I was four. Forgetting to cover my tracks, it was too late. Bullets whizzed by my head, my tiny feet making too many trails to follow. Tracing my steps back carefully, the bark groaned with every climb. Silent tears froze on my cheeks, my little heart couldn't take it. Gripping the branch, snow stung my skin. Shivering in place, his brow cocked at the myriad of footprints. Looking up, his eyes went cold at the sight of me. Shooting the branch, a scream burst from my lips the moment a bullet dug itself into my legs. Losing my grip, I had to angle my body for the break with the least amount of time. Dangling precariously, my last finger gave up. Landing on my arm, a sharp crack sent every creature away. Ruby soaked my legs, the bullet making it hard to move. Struggling to my feet, I limped deeper into the woods. Leaving a trail of blood, my father's voice sent chills up my spine.
"Do you know why I merely injure my deer with a bullet?" He bellowed into the nippy air, his next words forever having a place in my broken mind. "I like to follow the blood trail to finally put the animal down. Would you like to be that animal today?" Going to the cops would be useless. Erasing my tracks would be useless, my only option was for him to kill me. Anything would be better than my life. A pop echoed in the air, the scene shifting to the single chair underneath the beam. Did I want to die? Glancing down at my hands, I was nineteen years old and ready to die. My father circled me, ruby painting his cheeks. Raising his hunting rifle, the cold metal muzzle was pressed to my head. A sudden chill wrapped around me, the raw fear from when I was a kid returning with a vengeance.
"You are the product of two serial killers, a dumb freak. Do you really think this guy wants you?" He taunted cruelly, the safety clicking off. "We are going to play my second favorite game. There is only one bullet in the chamber. Answer the questions or I pull the trigger." Terror rounded my eyes, his fingers tugging on the trigger. Click! Nothing happened. Wishing that it would stop, my heart began to pound way too fast.
"What do you want!" I pleaded desperately, a fit of laughter burst from his lips. "I don't want to answer your qu-" Click! Relief washed over me with the lack of a bullet, laughter growing louder. Wanting to get out of my nightmare, I began to scream for help. His next words sent chills up my spine, fear paralyzing me.
"Who is going to help you in your head, little rabbit?" He growled through a Cheshire Cat grin, cocking his gun again. "Don't you deserve to be dead? You deserve to live after shooting me in the spine! Maybe I should shoot you there to make you feel what I felt." Lowering his gun to the base of my spine, another pop made me scream. No bullet, I thought to myself. Only two remained, the chances increasing greatly.
"Little rabbit can't speak." He continued maliciously, Domy's voice stealing our attention. A real smile curled across my lips, the tears slowed to a stop. Begging for me to wake up, a clap woke me up.
Domy's face was inches from mine, the ceiling of his bedroom blurred behind him. Wiping my tears away, his hair hung like a curtain around his handsome features. His voice faded in and out, the words becoming clear. Tracing my cheeks, relief came over his face at me smiling up at him. Shake off the bullshit. Shake it all off.
"I am fine. It is just the usual nightmare. I used to have hallucinations all the time." I assured him weakly, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I understand if you want to divorce me. Sorry for screaming." Kissing my forehead, his crooked grin melted my heart.
"I don't care. You had a horrible childhood as I am about to find out." He promised sweetly, laying down next to me. "I promise to always be there for you." Turning to face him, my head rested against his chest. Wishing for this tender moment to never end, Domy was my Heaven.