Forever and Ever

10. 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩

It's been one week since our marriage, and nothing feels like it, everything feels normal, with just my freedom of crushing over someone depriving.

Everything is so boring that I won't mind if I… if I what? I don't know.

The journey of the pillow reducing with each day passing by.

I glimpsed at his bewitching serene face, which is alluring me to touch him. He looks so collected like always that it's boring now.

I don't know why, but I just don't like this. I don't want to feel this way.

Like?

Like I'm lonely yet I'm not.
Like I'm alone yet isolated.

But it perceives like I don't want to be alone anymore.

Maybe because I have someone who I think will look after me when it's nothing like that. I should sober up and stop fantastical thinking.

I took a quick look at the watch, which was hanging on the wall, which I could only see because of the light passing by the window.

It was past midnight, and I was hungry. I sulked at the thought again as my stomach growled.

I hate night cravings, but now that I'm hungry, I think I should not make my stomach hate me and fill it up.

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and pushed the blanket away, which, by the way, we both are using.

Standing up and almost losing my balance, I walked to grab something to eat.

Reaching only some distance away from the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks when I saw the scene in front of me unfolding.

I held back the scream, with my eyes almost popping out of my sockets.

Andrew and Aisha were kissing, you all. They were kissing, ugh. Their lips were attached, his hands on her neck and one on her hips. Aisha's hands were snaked around his neck. This is just so 'ugh,' 'eww,' and 'ergh' at the same time.

Aisha is cheating on Andrew, duh. How can he kiss her? Did he not see Aisha kissing that dude in the pic I sent him?

They're messed up for sure.

"I wanna fuck you so hard until your body is drained," he trailed kisses down her collarbone, simultaneously stopping, "and ruin you beyond repair."

I clenched my fist, feeling a sensation down there. What? You can't blame me; this looks so hot but messed up, which only makes it exciting, stirring knife-edge of what's to happen next.

"Did no one teach you it's a bad habit to eavesdrop on personal conversations?" a whisper drew my attention to that particular, sending shivers down my spine.

For a moment, I was going to scream out of reflex, a hand came and muffled it.

I looked at Isaac bewildered, placing one hand on my heart and rubbing it.

The heck is wrong with him? He scared the hell out of me. I huffed a breath.

I bit my lips, embarrassed yet with the agony of starving and sleeping with an empty stomach.

Cursing mentally and wondering why is he here and what is he doing here at this hour.

He raised his brows, furthermore increasing my annoyance. As a consequence, I raised a brow, removing his hand from my mouth.

"Why are you up this late at this hour, and what are you doing here, Shanaya?" I controlled the urge to roll my eyes because it should be me asking these questions to him.

"I was thirsty," my voice low and hoarse. I saw him gulping, showcasing his Adam's apple to do its thing, which isn't good for my already horny self.

"There's a jug filled with water, and a glass is kept on the side table," I nodded, batting my eyebrows.

After somewhat filling my so called thirst for water, we laid in our bed with sleep soon consuming both of us.

                         *******

Biding my time by sitting on the bed and scrolling through reels and waiting for him has now become a daily routine for me.

Because facing the crap of so many humans is clearly not my thing.

He emerged from the bathroom, forming my lungs to stop working, hitching a breath, and molding my heart to skip a beat.

My stomach did the flip thing internally, screaming and gawking at his muscular body, which is worth drooling for. I inhaled a breath, closing my eyes to stop those horny thoughts.

"Am I that hot now, wife, that you can't take your eyes off me?" His playboy demeanor would very likely be one of the millions of reasons to hate him more.

Not able to form any words, I remained quiet and stared at him blankly.

Shaking his head at my nonchalant behavior, he walked to the closet, returning with a formal attire that appeared appealing to my eyes.

After having breakfast and him dropping me off at my workplace, I did the usual routine work.