I belong to a stranger (PUBLISHING) Belong Book 1 - Unedited

Chapter 30 - Love and other drugs

 

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Chapter 30 – Love and other drugs 

It was like a battle. I never again mentioned about what happened that night again.

He didn’t push to talk about it either. But it became a strong undercurrent; Him trying to own my heart and me trying to lock it away.

He had made it more that clear that he was not capable of loving anyone, but he had also made it clear that he wanted me accept that even my heart belonged to him. The unfairness of this was lost in Hamilton’s eyes. I kept a safe distance from him since that night, never allowing things to get that far.

Things had settled down, there were moments when I felt intense desire to strangle him, but there were moments when I just wanted to kiss him. But there was some sort of stability set in our relationship.

Days after Days, weeks after weeks our routine was set. Every morning we ate breakfast together, while he refused to leave the house until I went to close the door behind him. When I went behind him, he would grab me and place a chaste kiss on my lips then gently put me down. My heart fluttered everyday anticipating if he would push me, but he never did.

During the day, he always made it a point to send Sophie over, and as our friendship floundered, somewhere I felt at ease. There was someone I could talk to completely, and bare my heart to. She knew everything about what happened between Hamilton and me and as every day past by, we felt more like long lost sisters. However there was one taboo topic between us, Chris. We never again brought what had happened up.

Hamilton always made it a point to eat dinner at home, no matter what party he had to go to, or we had to attend, he pressed on the fact that there was no way he could taste anyone’s food after eating mine. I had never known Hamilton to be such a foodie, but he was. I found intense pleasure to see him enjoy the food I made, but I didn’t understand where it was coming from. I knew this pleasure was different than what I felt when my parents enjoyed my cooking.

Every evening the moment he walked back inside the house, he corned me wherever I was and kissed me passionately almost sucking the life out of me. The entire days anticipation was on that moment in the day. There was once he found me doing the laundry, where he pushed me on the washing machine and as the clothes cleaned his tongue mated with mine, my body melted in his arms as he completely dominated the kiss.  

I knew I shouldn’t be waiting for him to come home and grab me that way and kiss me, but I somehow always ended up imagining those moments through out the day, waiting for him. Initially I told myself very strictly that I would not let this get out of hand, but day in day out, when Hamilton didn’t press for more, never tried to have his way my stance began breaking down.

There came a point where I was getting increasingly frustrated that he wouldn’t make a move on me, but I was too shy to make one of my own. As days past I began craving for more, and most groaned internally when he relentlessly moved backed after breaking the kiss.

It was almost as though he wanted me to get frustrated, and waiting for me to become desperate.