“Where did she meet your dad?” He asked. His attention was suddenly amplified.
“He was driving home from work and she was wondering out the streets. He took her in, basically. He was a great guy from what she said and she got pregnant with me. They got married after and then her gambling habits continued. I got worse over the years. I was about seventeen when she owned a very huge debt to this very mean loan shark, my dad cleared the debts. It took a toll on him financially, he wasn’t making too much money and he spent most of his savings cleaning debat here and there. She promised to stop and do better… She started doing better, she even got a job and stayed at the job and then, a month after my eighteen birthday, these men bursted into the house, with guns. I remember waking up to the sound of someone screaming and my mum crying. I stood at the top of the stairs, horrified as I watched the men try to shoot mu mum and my dad wanted to save her. They shot him instead and they left ”
My eyes closed and flashes of the memories were vivid before my closed eyes. I shivered.
“Baby, I’m here.. please come back ” the familiar voice pleaded.
My body shivered and I regained consciousness to see that I had passed out.
I was under the shower, the cold water was spraying all over my face and Christian’s jaw was hard.
“You scared me” he said, his voice was rough and bitter.
I closed my eyes and turned my face away from the shower because the water was entering my nostrils.
“Wake up” he shouted.
My eyes snapped open at the loudness of his voice, I expected to see an angry face, instead I was staring into the eyes of a man that was scared … A man not usually scared.
“Keep your eyes open for me. Let’s get you out of these clothes so I’ll take you to the hospital”
“I’m fine Chris, it happens sometimes” I tried to wave him off and pull out of his hold but instead of being freed, he clung to me tighter and hugged me.
“At least get us away from under the water, it’s freezing” he stood up, taking me with him.
“Don’t close your eyes” he warned me.
“I won’t” I said.
I was exhausted, we walked through the door that was open and he laid me down on the bed. It was not rectangular but circular. A perfect circle. It was soft, both the mattress and the duvet.
I rolled on the bed and stretched. I was so exhausted, my bones felt as if they were melting onto the bed, the sensation was both comforting and unusually, I giggled and turned to Christian.
He was watching me with hard untrusting eyes as if I would close my eyes any second from now and black out.
“Christian, I’m fine”
“You… You just fell and stopped responding, I tried to wake you up and you wouldn’t budge, I was scared”
“Come here” I said stretching my hand out to him.
He took my hand and he drew closer to me. His clothes were wet, so were mine.
“What?” He asked looking very confused.
“We’re still wet. The bed”
He climbed down from the bed and she’d his clothes.
I watched him. I watched the trouser fall to his ankles and he kicked it off rather than stepping out of it. His top followed. I took off my clothes and I put it aside and stood naked in front of him and he was naked in front of me.
My eyes went down his groin, following the happy trail. Seeing that just as he had a stubble due to not shaving, his pubic hairs were also forging a dark trail.
I breathed as if I was breathing in the smell and image of him.
“Come” he said stretching out his hand.
He led me to the bed and under the covers but, his hands didn’t travel to touch my body, which was he occasionally touched without warning or permission as if he owned it.
I moved over to him and caressed the hair at the nape of his neck, he sighed and closed his eyes but opened it shortly. I kissed his throat and his chin and his jaw.
“Baby… No, you just fainted”
I rolled my eyes at him.
“I’m not a vegetable”
“You just told me you were still sore. No, take a nap” he commanded me, brushing my arms off from his neck and placing it gently by my side.
I wanted to protest, but the sudden black out came with a tiredness that I could not keep at bay.
I didn’t know how long I slept, I felt I had been sleeping for a very long time but when I woke up, soft dim light still fell through the window. It was early evening.
I stood from the bed and looked around, the wet clothes were gone from the ground, Christian was not in bed and the new house felt empty.
I went to the closet, hopping to find something but instead it was empty.
“My luggages” I gasped.
I put on the red that was folded on the beside table and I made my way to the living room, using just my intuition.
“Yeah, the wine tases great but I’m not surprised Mr Alexander. Your wine always tastes great” a soft feminine voice sounded through and I halted in my track.
“Thank you Adeline” Christian said formally but knowing him too well, I could hear amusement in his voice.
I took a peek.
Adeline was beautiful, from where she sat, I could see her face perfectly. She had pin straight blonde hair that was cut just under her chin. She looked older than Christian but not in a way that made her looke like a slouch, in a way that made her look intimidating.
Christian handed her plate of pasta, I could smell the sweetness from over here. She raised her fork in the air as if she was doing a salute and then she dug it into the food and twisted it.
She took a bite and her eyes closed, not by choice, it had happened to me a lot of times. When he would cook something and I take a bite, my eyes would force itself close to savour the sweetness orgasms my tongue was experiencing from his food.
“You have gotten better at cooking” she mused seductively.