He Loves Her

Chapter 6: Possessed

Adonis Ian Black.

I do have a heart.

Glad it doesn't belong to you.

You never wanted it.

Her words ring in my ears like a tape on repeat as I walk away from her.

Making my way out of the cabin, I see Scarlet talking and laughing with the boys. The fire glints in her eyes as she chuckles, her long legs spread before her as she sits in the sand. I love her, I love this beautiful woman, have been in love with her for five long years.

Then why is Roseline affecting me so much? Why do I feel so possessive around her? Like I want to keep from from every harms way.

Maybe it's the old feelings, the emotions I felt when I held her in my arms five years back. Her small frame molded into me, her eyes wide and lips parted. In that very instant I felt protective over her. I wanted to possess her, I wanted to consume her in my being. The way her touch ignites my body, electrifying my skin like no one else. I have never felt that with Scarlet. But Scarlet is my first love, she's the one I've been obsessed with since the day my eyes fell on her.

She was eighteen, out in the mall with her friends. She was munching on a huge chocolate bar when I saw her, fighting with her friends for the sweet. And right there, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She was the reason I went to that high school as a teacher, just to be close to her. She was my dream , my obsession.

But then Roseline came along, the most beautiful girl with the sharpest mind. She was like calm waters, an unheard symphony. She had a way to deal with everything, her own way. She looked for the best in people; brought out the best in them. She was like sunshine and I was slowly and happily bathing in it.

But she was not Scarlet, I love Scarlet.

I don't know why I'm stressing so much about her now. She's not the old Roseline anymore, she's someone else entirely. She's my wife.

I rank my fingers in my hair as I make my way towards my cabin, I need a drink ; a strong one. Scarlet seems to be enjoying her company since she hasn't realised my departure yet.

Taking a seat at the bar, I make myself a strong shot of whiskey. The vile liquid flows down my throat and leaves it burning behind. I rarely drink , just when I'm too stressed up or frustrated. The thought of Roseline getting me so worked up infuriates me, I clench the glass in my hand , slamming it on the floor across the room.

I don't need to see her to know she's here, her gaze burning on my back. I turn around reluctantly and there she is, in all her fucking sexiness. She strides into the room, looking at the glass in shreds on the floor. Her eyes widen before they meet mine, questionably.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Black?" Her soft melodic voice filters into my brain.

No it fucking isn't, because you are here.

I feel hatred rise in my chest for her, a scowl setting on my lips."Fantastic." I reply bitterly, turning my back to her.

She takes a few steps towards me and I close my eyes , trying to keep my cool. There's nothing more I want right now but to pull her to me, and ravish her over this counter. Her hand rests upon my shoulder and I'm momentarily lost. Her hand is warm over the flimsy fabric of my shirt. The spark making an appearance.

"Are you sure?" She asks softly, as if talking to a child. Why does she has to be so sweet?

Turning around infuriated, I grab her waist and pull her to collide with my body. She needs to fucking stay away from me. Her eyes widen as she looks up to me, hazel irises glowing in the soft lighting of the room. Pushing her against the counter,I cage her between my arm. I'm aware that my breathing is ragged and I try my hardest to calm it as I watch her chest rise and fall with each heaving breathe.