Between the lines of love

You belong to me

Monique

I woke up to my mama kissing me and telling me, "We're here."

"Where is here, Mommy?" I asked, still groggy and disoriented.

"Germany," she replied. My face dropped, and my heart sank into my stomach. My wife is going to lose her freaking mind. I had no idea Kendall was sending me all the way here. I didn't even get a chance to talk to her or anything. What the hell?

I exhaled deeply. "Mama, did you know he was bringing me here? You know Penda is going to lose it, right? She's going to kill Ken. I have to go back home," I said, feeling a bit frantic.

"Everything is going to be okay, baby," my mama reassured me. "Just get yourself together. Let's get in this house and pray, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, still unable to believe where I was. The reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me disoriented and overwhelmed. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each more confusing than the last. I considered calling Penda. She had always been my rock, someone I could rely on in times of trouble. But now, the weight of my embarrassment and shame anchored me in place.

I replayed the events that had led me here, each moment tinged with regret and self-doubt. How had I allowed things to spiral out of control so quickly? The mere thought of speaking to Penda made my stomach churn with anxiety. I couldn't bear the idea of seeing the disappointment in her eyes, hearing the concern in her voice. She deserved an explanation, but I couldn't find the words.

Instead, I sat there, paralyzed by my own emotions, wishing for the courage to face her and make things right. But for now, all I could do was wait, hoping that somehow, the situation would resolve itself or that I would find the strength to reach out to her. I went straight to the bathroom leaving the clothes Kendall had gotten me in one of the rooms.

I can't believe how many times I orgasmed from the assault. I still feel disgusting as fuck. I didn't enjoy any second of it mentally or physically why couldn't I stop orgasming ? The weight of what had transpired felt unbearable. I couldn't shake the thought that my wife would never look at me the same way again, let alone want to touch me.

Her sister had used me, and now I was drowning in guilt and shame. All I could do was cry and berate myself for being so foolish. To make matters worse, Penda had seen everything on camera. The thought of how she must feel made my chest tighten.

She probably thinks I'm worthless, I thought, as tears streamed down my face. The anguish I felt was overwhelming, and I cried out loud, unable to contain my despair. My mother heard my cries and rushed to the bathroom. She found me crumpled on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Mama, what if she doesn't want me anymore after all this?" I choked out between sobs. "I need her. She's my air. I miss her so much, and nobody compares to her. But I'm so scared she doesn't feel the same way about me now."

I felt a profound sense of dirtiness that no amount of cleaning could wash away. "I feel dirty, Mama," I screamed, the words tearing from my throat. "No matter how much I clean, I just feel dirty."

My mother knelt beside me, her face a mask of concern and love. She picked me up, holding me close as she began to pray over me. Her voice was soft yet powerful, Each word, a healing elixir to my wounded soul.. She kissed my forehead and continued to hold me tightly, her presence a small comfort in my chaos. That's the last thing I remember before everything went black.

Penda

"Why is this plane going so muthafuckin slow?" FUCK! FUCK!
PFUCK I thought, trying to stay calm as I placed my hands over my heart. "We will be landing in about 15 minutes, boss," my security manager informed me. I could barely contain my anticipation. I just needed to hold her, to let her feel my heartbeat. She needed me, and I could sense her presence as soon as the plane touched down.

A car was waiting for me on the tarmac. I quickly got in and gave the driver the location my app was showing. It was two hours away, and frustration bubbled up inside me. "Oh well, just gotta ride and wait," I told myself, trying to keep my cool. Each minute felt like an eternity.

Finally, we pulled up to a mini-mansion. I stepped out of the car, thinking, "This weak ass house got my baby in this mess," my resolve hardening. I walked straight to the door, determined to get my wife and bring her to our new home. "Oh yeah, she ain't ever stepping back in that house," I thought with determination. I knocked firmly, and Mama opened the door, her face a picture of shock and surprise.

"Taraji," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "what are you doing here?" "My wife is here, so I'm here. Where is she, Mama?" I demanded gently but firmly.

"I just put her to bed. She cried herself to sleep. She's very fragile right now, Tee. She thinks you won't feel the same way about her. She kept saying she felt so dirty. Just be gentle with her, okay, baby?"

"Of course, Mama. She only gets gentleness from me, you know that!" I reassured her, my voice softening. "Yes, I do," she said, giving me a small, understanding nod before pointing to the room where my wife was sleeping.

I braced myself as I approached the room, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Slowly, I turned the doorknob and opened the door, the sight before me striking me with a wave of deep emotion.

She was there, lying in bed, but her sleep was far from peaceful. Her brow was furrowed, her face a canvas of anxiety, as if her dreams were fraught with turmoil. It pained me to see her like this, even in slumber.

My heart ached for her, and I whispered softly, "Doce anjo, não vou te acordar, vou deitar ao seu lado."

Quietly, I undressed, slipping into my boy shorts and sports bra. As I slid into bed and wrapped my arms around her, I could feel the tension slowly ebb away from her body. The moment my arms enveloped her, her rigid form softened, and her troubled expression melted into one of peaceful serenity.

I watched her intently, my heart swelling with love and relief, as her breathing steadied and the lines of worry faded from her face. Her tranquility was contagious, and I felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash over me. After what felt like an eternity, I too drifted off to sleep, cradled by the serenity that now enveloped us both. Finally, I could breathe.