Married To My Bully 2

Chapter 3

He left but the intoxicating scent of his cologne lingered in the air, teasing my senses. And I was not over the feel of his hot lips that teased my tender skin a few moments ago, inflaming it bit by bit. I suppressed a wave of carnal desire that surged within me with the intention of drowning me in. There was no shred of doubt that the man was adept in the art of seduction. Twice. Twice he had me hovering over the edge, writhing and moaning like a wanton.

The cold night didn't issue me no mercy. I laid awake the whole night rewinding our intimate moments in my head. My belly fluttered with a foreign ache when I recalled how he had my back pinned against his taut chest. And his soft locks, that tickled my jaw as he placed soft kisses on my shoulder. And the feel of his long fingers. The mere thought had me undone.

I started to feel lonelier than usual and the bed started to feel colder. Is it bad of me to crave his presence in my life even after what he has turned my life into? Maybe, Yes. I am supposed to loathe him with an intensity that he deserves. I should be cursing him for robbing me of my peace. But contrary to that, all I thought of was his more than capable hands, his hot breaths, his soft lips, and his husky voice that warmed not only my skin but my soul as well. Definitely out of my head. For which woman on earth would hold such feelings for her tormentor. And the worst part? I just don't to stop it.

Mom had a big smile stretched over her glowing face when she came into my room the next morning. I was scrolling through my newsfeed unenthusiastically as I had nothing else to do when she entered through the door. She was looking at me expectantly. She had figured that her son had visited me last night.

"Good morning," she chirped and sat on the bed.

"Good morning, Mom," I smiled and put the phone on my side.

"So...." she drawled and I knew what exactly was she referring to.

"He came last night and told me..." I rolled my eyes and corrected myself "rather instructed me to pack my bags and get back to the house with him," I explained.

"But I refused," My eyes on the purple bedsheet that laid beneath me.

"He didn't apologize?" disappointment laced her voice.

I shook my head in no without looking up.

"Then you did the right thing," she assured me and stroked my head affectionately.

Little did she know, a mere apology would not suffice this time. I wanted an explanation. But could there be an explanation for infidelity? No. There couldn't be. So what was I doing? An explanation wouldn't change anything but it would surely bring me some relief. Relief, which will be soaked in excruciating pain. Maybe then I would be able to move on. Sometimes words speak louder than actions. I was waiting for him to utter those words and rip my heart apart once again so that it would stop defending him. Till then, I would stay.

I was not naive to think that he wanted me back because he wanted me. He wanted me back because he needed me. After all, I was nothing but just a pawn for him as he had made it clear many nights ago. Why me?

My inner monologue got interrupted by the sound of my ringtone. I furrowed my brows in confusion as an unknown number flashed on the screen. I decided to answer the call, nevertheless.

"Hello," I voiced

"Hello, Is it Mrs. Crystal Knight?" a female voice came from the other side

"Yes," I prompted

"Hi, Mrs. Knight. I am Natasha from the HR department of Knight Enterprises. I've called to inform you that your resignation letter has been rejected and you are expected to resume the office from tomorrow," there was a tinge of bitterness in her voice. But I was too shocked to heed to that.