My Dear Deadly Husband

Chapter 16

A/N ***Apologies in advance. I'm not a medical student so I'm not sure if these medical terms are being used correctly or are accurate. Please correct me if I'm wrong!***
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Rose couldn't exactly remember what happened that night that Keenan took her back. It all felt hazy.

Her vision and sense of direction were heavily distorted. The only thing she could recall was that during that night, Keenan had been with her the entire time.

His figure was a series of blurred images and her mind couldn't seem to remember what he was doing. Or at least what he was doing to her.

All she could remember was that she felt unnaturally good, as if her insides had been melting. But at the same time, she felt as though she was being attacked, as if someone invaded her personal privacy.

In the morning when she woke up, the first thing she realised was that she wasn't in the car anymore but was in bed. However, it wasn't even their condominium bed. She was in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar place.

As she failed to recognised the place, she slowly sat up on the bed with a hand on her aching forehead.

'What's going on?' she thought groggily while groaning.

The second thing she noticed was the fact that she felt an immense pain in her pelvis. It was like she had been doing weight training on her hips although she couldn't remember the last time she even tried to exercise.

When she tried looking down at her body, only then did she see that she was missing her clothes.

"What the?" she puzzled.

Her eyes snapped open as she began to look around the room she was in, noticing that her clothes were on the floor beside the bed. Not only hers, but another set of clothing was also on the floor. It included a dress shirt and a tie that looked awfully familiar to the one Keenan wore.

'What the hell did I do last night?' she thought frightened.

A heavy sense of dread started to develop within her and the blood drained from her face.

"You're up?" a voice suddenly popped in.

Rose snapped her head towards the door where freshly showered Keenan walked in. He had a towel wrapped around his hip and was drying his dripping hair with a hand towel.

"Where are we?" she muttered confused.

"We are in our newly built house,"  he answered. "It's a lot more spacious than the condo and we even have a backyard now."

"House?" she repeated quietly, still in a daze. "Why am I naked?"

Rose watched as he casually sat down on the edge of the bed, making a dip in the mattress.

"You don't remember?" he asked.

Rose raised her eyebrows, "No?"

Keenan smirked at her. "That's a shame. We had a lot of fun last night. I didn't know you could make such sexy noises."

Rose furrowed her eyebrows accusingly. "What do you mean?"

Keenan tilted his head and threw the hand towel onto the bed. "Let's just say that we had our honeymoon here."

Rose stared at him for a few seconds as the realisation suddenly dawned on her.

"You don't mean to tell me," she started slowly, "you raped me?"

Keenan gave a displeased look. "I wouldn't call it rape if you were fully conscious and were in no way resisting."

Rose whipped her head towards him with a look that couldn't believe what he was saying.