...THIRTY EIGHT...
Clement stared at her, mouth agape, pain in his eyes and on his face as she recounted her past to him.
He pondered on the atrocities that a father had committed against his own daughter, wishing that the man was alive so he could repay him in two folds.
But, the man was long gone, eaten up by termites.
He took her in his arms the moment she ended her story, embracing her tightly, wishing he could take away the heart rendering pain exuding from her.
‘I'm sorry,’ he apologized. ‘I'm sorry your father was a bastard and he did this to you. I'm sorry that I could not be there to protect you.’
'It is not your fault Clement, none of all this is. Don’t apologize, please.’
'It is all over now,’ he said to her, whispering lovingly. ‘He will no longer hurt you and your sisters my love. He will no longer haunt you anymore. I will make sure of it.’
‘He will Clement, he will continue to do so. Whenever I look in the mirror and see myself, I will remember him and what he did to me that night,’ she said. ‘I will remember how he turned me into a hideous monster.’
‘You are not a monster Chloe, and you are definitely not hideous. I only know that,’ he assured her in a sure voice.
‘You are just saying that,’ she said in a mall voice.
‘You are just saying that and will continue to do so, but not if you see the rest,’ she said in a small voice. ‘You will quit saying that if you see the rest of me.’
‘N’ihi nke a, hapu m ka m me ha dum. Then let me Chloe, let me,’ therefore, allow me to do so, he urged her.
She stared up at him, into his eyes for so long before she made a decision.
She was still doing so when she disengaged from him and took three steps backwards.
He watched her, trying to figure out what she wanted to do.
‘Ka odi,’ let it be so, she said and undid the fastening of her knickers jumpsuit.
She removed her hands slowly from the top, allowing it to hang around her waist.
She wore nihil, nothing at all under the cotton material that hung around her waist.
His body tightened with need instantly as her upper body was bared afore him.
He saw nothing but the beauty of her body—the roundness of her breast, the erotic darkening of her nipples, the flatness of her stomach, the exotic colour that her scars gave her skin, milk and chocolate, sensually enticing.
She watched him keenly, quite apprehensive, expecting him to turn away sooner or later, fed up with the view of her welted body.
She undid the last button at her waist and wriggled slightly.
The cloth slid slowly down her legs and whispered quite softly to the ground.
She stepped out of the cloth that had pooled at her feet, kicking it away gently.
Yet again, she wore nothing underneath the bottom part of the jumpsuit.
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Romantizm||-Completed-|| OUT OF ORDER SERIES: BOOK SIX {Chinwem-Clement} •~•~•~•~•~•~• Clement Ugwu springs upon Chinwem Chloe Nwabuagu out of nowhere. He is hell-bent on getting her to be his, persistent and there is nothing she can do to dissuade him. •~•...
