“If you never regretted getting married to me, you won't treat me like trash, Miguel.” I felt tears prick the side of my eyes, but I sniffed to prevent any from falling. “I don't think you feel anything for me. I'm just a toy for you to play with whenever you are bored. You feel nothing for me. I'm not like your ex who has everything. She's beautiful, mature and sophisticated.” I've always been a naive kid in his eyes, and I will always be one. I doubt he will ever see me as anything else.Had it been his ex that he got married to, I doubt he would have treated her the same way he treated me. I bet he would have adored her instead of putting her through the hell I went through in his hands. “That's not true!” He stared hard at me. “I don't regret ever getting married to you. I was indeed a douche to you when we got married, but that was until I got to know you. You are more beautiful than any other woman out there, Jewel.” His voice shook, and his eyes got darker. I wanted so badl
The look in his eyes was nothing but pure lust. Though his breath was a bit hurried, he rose from the bed with a smile. “That was wonderful, Jewel.”“Let’s say, I learned from the best teacher,” I rose to my feet with a seductive smile on my face – don’t ask, I know it was.His eyes racked through my body, from my head, down to the towel I tightly wrapped around my chest before his mouth curved into a satisfied smirk. He bit his bottom lips, “come here," he motioned with his hands. I did as he asked, but not before removing the towel I tightly tied to my chest. His eyes hungrily stared at my body. The heat in those eyes can’t be mistaken. It was hot, prompting me to gasp at the intensity of his gaze.I climbed on the bed, making certain that his eyes were locked solely on me and on nothing else. It felt so great to be the centre of his desires. Not even his ex can boast of being here with him. I licked my bottom lips as I watched him watch me.It was like a certain play — foreplay ev
Miguel went on a business trip after the night we spent. He has been in Europe —Poland to be precise — for close to a week. We converse on the phone. And every night before he sleeps, he video calls me. Though I still have my doubts about his relationship with his ex, he has not given me any reason to question most of his actions. It has been a week since he left, and he's returning today. He promised to pick me up on his way back, so, I'm at the cafeteria, trying to buy some snacks before I leave the building. He called an hour ago to tell me he had boarded a plane. I don't know how long it will take for him to arrive in the country. However, I kept my phone on the table should in case he calls or sends a text. P and I ordered doughnuts and soft drinks. I was the one who paid because I promised to buy lunch for her weeks ago. Since then, we have not had the chance to eat lunch because she's either having classes or running home to meet her boyfriend. She moved in with him a wee
P was reluctant to follow me, so I had to drag her past the few students who were also having late lunches just like us. One thing I like about this campus is their way of brushing things off. Unlike my high school, no one spared us a glance as I dragged her out of the cafeteria. The moment we were out of earshot, I let go of my hold on her clothes and faced her with a pissed expression on my face. “What is it?” She folded her arms, with a brow raised at me in question. She didn't look too pleased that I dragged her out of the cafeteria —because of her lunch and Mr Matt. I doubt she's as pissed with me for leaving her lunch behind as much as she's infuriated with me for cutting off her conversation with Mr Matt. There is no doubt. She won't ever act on her infatuation with our handsome lecturer. She is just admiring him — nothing else. I glanced around to be certain there were no students around. We are outside the cafeteria, in a place where our voices can't be heard, no matter
*Trigger warning*Mention of rape.P and I shelved most of his books for him before Mr Matt sent her out to get soft drinks for him from the cafeteria in the next building because the one in his building had long been closed. Unlike the other buildings, the cafeteria in the teachers' offices closes with time because most of the teachers hardly return there to eat. They mostly eat out when they return from classes. I would have gone with P to keep her company, but Mr Matt gave me more tasks. “I will be back before you miss me, babe.” She pecked me on my cheeks before she left his office, to get the soft drinks for him. Mr Matt and I were enveloped in silence after the door closed. None of us said a word to each other as I graded the papers while he logged them into the database. I checked the time on my wristwatch, noting that it was just remaining ten minutes until my husband comes up here to get me. As much as I would love for him to come, I don't want him to meet Mr Matt, so he
“It's okay, baby. You are safe.” He kissed me on my hair as he tried to make me stop shivering. His hand gently held me, to keep me safe. When we returned from school, I screamed for him to bathe me, to wash off the feeling of having Mr Matt's hand on me. I asked Miguel to burn the clothes I wore; so I won't get to see a reminder of today. I was like a deranged person, kicking and screaming. My body continued to shake as my mind conjured scenario after scenario. It made me wonder what might have happened had Miguel not come over to look for me. Would he have raped me and blamed me for seducing him? Would he have killed me, should I refuse to let him kiss me? Who knows what would have happened to be back then?I shivered some more as goosebumps materialized on my arms. I have never felt this way. Not even when Miguel treated me like a commodity. I have never been this scared in my life, and it's no thanks to a man, whom I once thought good things about. Never in my wildest imagina
I haven't been to school since the incident, and that's close to two weeks. Miguel took a leave of absence for me. He wanted me to fully heal before I return to school.P visited me three days ago, and when she heard of what happened, she was distraught. She blamed herself for what happened. But I had to convince her that she was not the one at fault. Mr Matt seems to have planned everything. Had she not forced me to help him, he would have found ways to get me to do that. He has been arrested and charged to court for the raping of ten students and the murder of two. The pieces of evidence were found in his house. Five days ago, four of his victims stepped out to testify against him. And according to Miguel, he will be persecuted for murder, by hanging.I sat on the couch watching the tail of the nine-tailed. The series has completely aired, but I'm only watching it now because I love binge-watching movies. I don't have the patience to wait for an entire week for two episodes to be
I can't tell how I got to his office. I took four of the small framed pictures with me and had one of his guards drive me there. My tears threatened to blind me, but I sniffed, to keep them at bay. I won't let him see my tears. A scheming bastard like him is not worthy of that. I got down from the car and headed into his building. The security man greeted me with a smile, which I didn't reciprocate as I hastened towards the elevator. None of the workers stopped me because they have seen me countless times this week. Hell, one newspaper company published my pictures three days ago, letting the public know who Miguel's hidden wife is. If only they knew how much of a stalker their most handsome man is. I got to his floor and exited. His secretary wasn't out in the corridor, which will either mean she was in her office or out on an errand. I opened the door of his office and entered without knowing. “Jewel?” He asked, surprised to see me. He was working on something on his laptop, lo