The Fake Vows (Book 1)

Chapter 7

Elisabeth woke to the loud screams and shouts of Hilary's children, Lindsay, Chelsea and Denver. They got on the bed and all three of them hugged her. She wiped her sleepy eyes and was about to hug them back when unexpectedly a tender pain shot between her thighs. She looked down to see Chelsea's bent knee pressed closely to her center between her legs.

She gently moved the child to her side. After a few more hugs and kisses she told them she'd join them soon but right after showering first. They left the rooms but the noise did not stop. Her mind was making the loudest noise in her head. It was pounding her with thoughts of regret, her heart was afraid of what was to come but her body had no regrets at all.

She knew if Dexter was to walk in right at that moment wanting to have her again she'd let him. She was so stupidly in love she was desperate to accept whatever part of himself he was willing to give her. And since she knew his heart could never be hers, she'd accept his body at least as he had accepted hers.

It hurt a little especially the first time around. But he'd woken her for more twice during the night. It was her first time so she was obviously still too tender and sore to go at it again, but she'd ignored her own discomfort and put his needs first. She'd let him satiate himself three times at the expense of her own feelings, her own pride and dignity and her own peace of mind. It's not that she hadn't liked it because truth be told, she'd loved it.

She knew he wouldn't have gone through with the second and third time if she'd honestly told him the truth. He'd even asked if she was not sore. But no, she had not the courage to deny him this one thing. What if this would be her only night with him. She dared not let the experience that would make memories to last her a lifetime go. She knew that Dexter jumped from one woman's bed to another from the first day they got married. She owned nothing about him. He owned everything about her. Her heart, soul body and mind belonged to him. A great sin it was against not only her body, but God too to give herself to a man who's not truthfully her husband.

She loathed that truth and somehow couldn't forgive herself for being so easy for him. She whisper prayed for forgiveness from God. She even asked God what exactly she was doing wrong to not make him love her. She wanted to own him not just for a night, but for a lifetime.

His husky whispers that had driven her mad and made her fell like a beautiful princess, his soft and heavenly touch that had left her weak and begging for more, his passionate kisses that had tattooed themselves to her heart, his lustful eyes that had looked at her as though she was all he wanted and his body heat that had warmed her all night. All these weren't hers to lay claim on. She knew many other women out there had received the same from him, and many more were yet to be added to the list.

But still, she wouldn't let that ruin her now. She'd just have to be content that last night he was hers. Hers to hold and become one with, hers to drown in ecstasy with, hers to collide her naked body with, hers to touch and tell how beautiful he was. Her lips trembled at the memory of his kisses. Her sore center was a reminder of his body joining with hers. Last night was bitterly the best night of her life. All regrets aside, she'd face them later but for that day she was just going to be happy.

She showered and changed into a striped lose fitting maxi dress from her bag of clothes that was next to her husband's. She figured he'd had someone drop it off whilst she was still sleeping. She blushed at the mere thought of seeing him. How would he react.

Thinking back to the way she'd screamed and moaned last night, the way she'd told him what she liked when he touched her, now she was going to face this man to whom she'd acted so unvirtuously, so immoral and lecherous. Why oh why had she acted so out of control.

With these thoughts in mind, she took the sheets they'd slept on and headed for the washing machine. She hoped she wouldn't meet anyone on her way there.