Trinket ✔️

CH-13

let's talk about dreams, do you have pleasant ones or nightmares?

me? I'm not dreaming these days, my life is smooth.

will you believe that?

She was tied to the bed post her legs were spread open, her gown was lifted to her waist, her hair were messy, and what else you want to listen to. she was crying for her destiny and her choices of the decisions but she couldn't do anything she concluded.

the continuous sensation in her core was killing her she didn't want to feel the pressure but it was extreme, both of her wrists were red due to the struggle, her toes were curled, the bedsheet was creased and her eyes were fighting to get close.

there stood the figure she hated or despire the most at the time, the creator of her misery for his own pleasure. The devilish smile on his face was her defeat and the posture was straight from the bathroom.

walking to the table he picked his glass of bourbon and sipped it looking straight into her half-open eyes. He was feeling everything from lust to the excitement, it was clear in his eyes.

where on the other hand the show she was putting for him was not consensual, she wanted to run away from here and him. *oh her wish!

Standing back to the old place he saw the pain in her eyes, which was his victory, the smirk on his face was clearly telling that. Taking slow sips, he was breathing heavy, his wet hairs were doing the magic on his intimidating personality, licking his lips once or twice, he just stared at her soul-deep. she was arousing him.

one, two few tears started to fall from her eyes, her struggles were of no use and his smirk was killing her thousands of death. she was feeling like nothing just a source of inhuman, insane pleasure.

she tried to speak something but nothing came out, she tried to push that thing out of herself but nothing worked, her conscious was falling slow, just then she saw him coming close to her and that was it.

Panting deep from her posture she rose from her sleeping state, she looked at both of her sides and checked her hands and legs, she relaxed being in her bedroom. that was one of the most horrible nightmare she had in years. she knew they will not stop easily.

sweat beads were slowly falling down from her forehead, her breathing was uneven and her hand was clutching the bedsheet.

Paul was sleeping next to her, shirtless. she comforted herself on his chest and hugged him softly. she and paul shared an unwanted physical attraction and they both never denied it. being adults they know what they were doing but they never made it a habit. Ivy was seeking something but she was not aware that only he can give her what she wanted.

His sadist ways always made her wet, his inhuman dirty talks made her cling to him and now she was comforting herself in paul's arms was anything but love.

"you okay?" asked Paul in half sleepy voice. 

"yeah, just a nightmare," she whispered, patting her head he made her more comfortable in his arms.

she tried her best to sleep but the conversation that happened earlier was taking her rest away.

Flashback-

"Mr. Jacksonville..."  Paul shouted from the window they were standing near to.

Ivy felt a strange sense of relief after hearing his voice she tried to free herself from his grip but it was still not happening.

within a few seconds, Paul entered furiously into the garden with rage in his eyes. he saw Owen was still holding her hand and they have not changed their posture a bit.  Poor Andrew tried his best to stop Paul but he was looking like a mad bull.

His agreement to Ivy was more of his attraction and attachment towards her, maybe he was falling for her, being aware of the fact that she may never love him back. but after looking at her with Owen was not the cup of tea he wanted after so many years of his faith and devotion to their relation.

Griping Owen's forearm he pushed him away from her, holding her in his embrace, giving her his warmth. she was shivering by god, and this man was not even bothered by her condition.

Paul knew everything, Ivy never made him live in the darkness, he knew what happened five, six, seven years back and how this man treated his own wife, like a toy. The moment he came to know Owen was coming to the party made him anxious, he didn't want him to come but then again business and showoff, you really should keep your private life aside.

When Owen saw Ivy in his arms he tautens his fist as stiff as possible his knuckles were white and his eyes were way much furious than paul's, that was his wife he was giving his zeal to.

"How dare you touch my wife, Mr. Jacksonville?" Paul didn't want to address him that he wanted to use the word bastard specifically, but his ethics didn't allow him.

"your wife?" Owen hated when someone called his thing theirs. keeping his calm and looking at her, he stated "I am sorry Mr. Robert. I get h0rny after seeing such beautiful and sexy sl^ts, oops! WOMAN."

Ivy looked at him shocked, she knew he was way too angry and he will not let this slip easily. her eyes were moist and her mouth was agape after listening to his words. she was his son's mother and he was calling her sl^t was a knife to her heart.

"Mind your language Mr. or else I'll forget that you are my guest," Paul shouted within the second.

Owen laughed out loud at his statement and asked him "how many years?... Five. huh!?"

Ivy knew he was going to claim her at any cost "but to my memory, I'm married to her for the past eight years, and we have a son together." he stated his glory, and Paul's face was not even bothered by that, which made Owen to take his smirk back.

"So what? we live in a free society and she is an independent woman and as for my knowledge you tried to kill the very son you are claiming yours now Mr. Jacksonville."

The land beneath Owen was shaking after listening to his statement, how dare she tell him everything about their married life, was she bedding him? the way they are holding one another, looks like lovers.

NO! Did he really lost his Ivy this time? his thoughts were killing him. But he couldn't show that to them he has to be strong. He was in fucking love with her.
DAMN