In the blink of an eye, I lost everything - my mother, my home, and my life.
The only thing she left me was a debt I couldn't repay and a bounty on my head, and desperate times require desperate measures.
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'I've always wanted you, and now you are mine.' Valenci's words still echo through my head as I sit in the middle of his bedroom, our bedroom surrounded by my life, neatly packed in boxes.
He said he always wanted me, but want in love are two different things. What happens when he's got what he wanted and realizes he doesn't want me anymore or has wanted me in the first place?
And why does the thought hurt me so damn much I let out an exasperated sigh as I take in the boxes surrounding me, and another thought crosses my mind.
Should I even bother unpacking?
No matter how much Valenci might sugarcoat or even neglect the truth, this whole thing might be over rather quickly. No marriage certificate in the world could erase what happened between his family and mine.
I've lost my family and my friends and have been kicked out of my own life, and I am certain that as soon as Valenci's brother, or worse, his father, finds out about our marriage. I will be kicked out of his life, too.
Yeah, it's probably not worth the effort. I opened a few of the boxes and scanned them. What's inside is only a few basic things, which I put in the dresser.
Additionally, I put a few outfits for work in the closet and put the rest of the boxes with my stuff in there, too.
That's it.
In less than half a day, I got married and moved into my husband's apartment.
My husband.
His father killed my mother, and now Valenci is my husband. This is completely and utterly crazy. I drag my hands across my face and look around me, taking in my new home.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
What are people usually doing on their wedding days, Right, they celebrate their union with friends and families, but not Valenci and me. I have no family left and hardly any friends, and my husband's family would rather kill me than congratulate me on my wedding. I'm sure of that.
It's my wedding day, and I am sitting here alone, feeling even more lonely than ever before Valenci left shortly after his man brought my stuff. I don't know where he went or when he plans to return home.
The next morning
The bed is empty beside me when I wake up I suppose that's what I'll have to get used to sharing Valenci's bed, but nothing more certainly isn't how I imagined a marriage or relationship to be.
But then again, nothing about this marriage is normal, and I don't see a way in which a man like Valenci would be able to have a normal relationship that doesn't go too well with his lifestyle.
And it might do me good to remind myself of that constantly maybe if I'm lucky enough, that might make it hurt less when it's over with the grown, I climb out of the bed.
Valenci did well on his promise last night, and we consummated our marriage more than once after he climbed into bed with me. My friends have always told me how great sex could be, and God, it does feel even greater than what they talked about, but no one warned me that afterward, you feel like you've been hit by a bus.
But that might be specific to having sex with Valenci. I pad toward the closet and pull it open with the limited choice of clothes I unpacked I at least don't have to think too hard about what I am going to wear for work.
I slip into my clothes and apply a light touch of makeup, getting ready for the eight hours in the office. The air is filled with the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee when I step outside the bedroom.
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I follow the smell to the kitchen where Valenci leans against the kitchen counter; trust in dark slacks and a polo, he has one hand shoved in his pocket while holding a cup of steam and coffee in the other.
His blue eyes bore into mine as he eyed me up and down." what are you doing up so early?"
"I have to be at the office by eight."
"What office?" He raises his brows as if he hasn't the finest idea of what I am talking about.
"The one I'm working at?"
"Worked at, you don't have to do that anymore."
What the fuck?!
I moved past him to the coffee machine. There's no way I can have a discussion like that without caffeine.
"I'll keep working."
"You don't need to."
"You already said that." I take a big sip of coffee before turning to face him again.
"You've already done more than enough for me. I don't plan on living off of you except as soon as you realize that this marriage is insane. I'll need a job." Valenci put his cup on the kitchen counter and moved toward me.
"Is that why you haven't appropriately unpacked? I already told you there would be no annulment, no divorce, no nothing we said till death do us part, and that's it, Love."
"I'll remind you of that when you change your mind." I talk into my cup of coffee, but by the shadow crossing his features, I know we heard me.
"Anyway, I need to go."
"I'll have a car ready in five minutes."
"Why?"
"Because if you insist on going to work, I insist on having someone drive you." He taps on his phone without looking at me, and by the way, he pinches his lip. I can see that he hates everything about this morning to avoid further discussion, and I stay silent.
If he wants someone to drive me, I'll let him have his way. Valenci pockets his phone and takes two steps toward me, backing me against the kitchen counter.
"Three minutes until your car is ready, what should we do with these three minutes, baby?" after taking my cup from my hand and placing it on the counter next to me, he brushes his knuckles along my jawline.
"You could let me finish my coffee." I smile up at him.
"Nah, I have a better idea." his hand lands in my hair and fists it at the scalp, tilting my head back until my lips meet his. As soon as I part my lips for him, he is all over me. By the time he steps away from me, I am soaking wet and breathless.
"Baby, your car is outside." But at least I am not the only one who's going to suffer from that kiss. Before I turn to leave, I can see him rearranging his erection in his pants, that sight satisfies me more than I would ever be willing to admit.
