<If you never heal from what hurt you, you'll bleed on people who love you>
*SLIGHTLY UNEDITED!😭*
|Kian|
Friday, September 17, 2021
HANGOVERS ARE bitches.
"Damn," I groaned, reaching out with a hand for the warm body of my wife. To nuzzle at her neck and rant about how stupid I was to have imbibed on too much alcohol last night.
Empty air licked at my searching fingers, the heart-breaking recollections of the past few days smacking me with full force.
Kincade, Jadesola's father, had killed my mother the day before my birthday.
"Fuck, fuck fuck!" Darting upright, the sheets fell to my waist as I rubbed a palm across my face, an ache pounding furiously in my head. Just like the pang that had racked my chest when Father had revealed that soul-shattering knowledge to me.
I hadn't believed it then, but when I'd seen Kincade's pictures and done more background research on him, I'd finally embraced the bitter truth. That bastard, the black psycho, had murdered my mom in cold blood. And as if fate had decided that my life wasn't ruined enough, I'd fallen in love with his daughter. I'd betrayed my mom woefully.
Fuck, why me? Just why? Was I cursed to never have a happy-ending?
Falling back to the sheets, an exhausted sigh escaped me, my tongue too wooden and dry to curse anymore. Beams of the sun peeked through the closed windows, irritating my eyes. It was afternoon and I'd been knocked out for hours.
Again, Jadesola's annoyed voice echoed within the confines of my head: Not even a text and when you came back, you didn't even ask about me or your child!
Because of Kincade, I'd been the monster who'd treated his pregnant wife horribly. Abandoned her for two good days without checking up on her because I'd cried at my mother's grave, wishing I could kill myself as well. Went off to the club to drink myself to stupor while gathering courage to inform Jadesola I was divorcing her. Then came back home, ignored her birthday presents and let her weep despite all my promises and vows.
You're a bastard, Kian. A huge, motherfucking son of a bitch.
Another pang resonated in my chest, making it difficult to breathe. How the fuck was I going to continue living if I divorced Jadesola? I was clueless, the very thought searing my soul.
Where was she, by the way? It was unusual for her to be up this early, especially since she became pregnant with our baby. Unless she was in the kitchen, unable to bear my cold, silent presence.
With the hangover blinding my vision, I couldn't yell her name out loud nor could I find the will to stand up and face her yet. I dreaded seeing her expression as I wrecked our marriage to pieces. Dreaded seeing her break down, honey eyes flashing, screaming and yelling at me.
Stuck in my head, I stayed in that position for minutes, losing track of time. Until my phone rang out loud. I ignored it, hoping that whoever was calling would quit. Nope, it rang non-stop, an ear-splitting noise that worsened my situation.
"Fuckers," grunting, I jerked the sheets off my lower body whilst clutching my throbbing head. As I rolled off the bed, a whitish stain on the brown, silky fabric caught my eyes. Dried cum.
I glanced down at my limp cock, flakes of cum stuck on the crown of my penis. Fuck, I must have slept with Jadesola last night. But I couldn't remember the details, just a vague memory of me pulling her into my arms and the rest, a drunken blur.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
