“What the hell are you doing here,” I asked, the guy who was standing in front of me and staring at me head to toe like a hungry beast waiting for his meal. His intense gaze made me feel uneasy as if he could see right through me. The air grew thick with tension, leaving me wondering what his intentions were for being here.
“It’s my house, and I can come and go wherever I want,” he said as he stood next to the sink to wash his hands. I watched him closely, trying to gauge his true intentions. His nonchalant response only fueled my curiosity further. As he dried his hands, a sly smile played on his lips, leaving me even more unsettled.
I didn’t want my husband to see me like this with my body completely bare, so I turned my back, not giving any attention to him, and immediately covered my body with a towel nearer my range.
“Don’t you have any manners?_____ How can you enter my bathroom without knocking?” I heard him chuckle at my question without giving it any consideration.
And before I could ask any question, with a swift move, he halted in front of me with his hands on each side of my shoulders, caging me and turning my back to him. My body quivered with Jason being so close, and a chill of fear swept over me, and goosebumps sprang all over my bare body. All my senses went numb when Jason’s breath tickled my collar. Jason’s hands wrapped around my waist, holding me while I tried my best not to lose my grip on my towel, clasping it in my hand.
I could feel the heat radiating from his body, making me acutely aware of our proximity. My heart raced as I struggled to maintain composure, desperately wanting to break free from his grasp.
“What are you doing?” I demanded through clenched teeth, trying to control my frustration.
Jason's grip tightened slightly, his voice low and filled with a mix of desire and mischief. “I don’t think you have the privilege to ask any question from me,” he stated, smirking devilishly, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. I could sense the tension between us, unsure of whether to push him away or give in to the electric chemistry that pulsed between us.
“Since I don’t have the privilege, why don’t you leave me,” I boasted, trying to mask the vulnerability that lingered beneath my confident words. Deep down, I knew that walking away from Jason would only leave me longing for his touch and craving his presence even more. But pride was a powerful force, urging me to maintain my stance and protect my heart from potential pain.
“I don’t want to,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mix of longing and determination.
“Then what do you want?” I blustered, my voice wavering slightly.
His silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. At that moment, I realized that his desires were as complex and conflicting as my own.
“You,..” he whispered, leaning his face into my neck, sniffing me like a hungry predator ready for his prey, and kissing my neck, gliding his tongue gradually over my skin. My heart raced as his touch sent shivers down my spine. The intensity of his desire mirrored my own, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.
“What…?” I screeched. But Jason stopped me by sliding his index finger gently and sensually over my head to my nose and then to my lips. I started breathing profoundly; as he glided his thumb on my bottom lip deliberately. His touch was electrifying, and I found myself surrendering to the passion that enveloped us. Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive under his fingertips, heightening my senses and deepening the connection between us. In that moment, words became unnecessary as our bodies spoke a language of desire and longing.
And gradually, Jason drew close, so close that his lips brushed mine, leaving no space in between our bodies. The moment his lips touched mine, I lost all remaining sense I had as his lips touched mine, and his tongue tasted my mouth, begging or struggling for the entrance. As I opened my mouth, Jason’s tongue joined mine in my mouth, dancing and striving for domination with one another as our kiss continued. His hands moved towards my hips, drawing my body closer to him with his hands hugging me tightly in his arms. For a moment, I felt loved. And I know it’s a lie, Jason despises me will all my heart, and my mind knows that and wants me to stop and give up. But my heart wants to keep going and see the last while it can last and, listening to my heart, I give in and move my hands on his face and, with my palm tracing his cheeks, which are sturdy but soft. I don’t know why but Jason reminds me of someone I had long forgotten from my life, but the way Jason touched me, the way his arms held me, feels familiar, but why?
“And that’s the way a person kisses,” he says, breathing deeply, breaking our kiss as he pulls away slightly. I look into his eyes, searching for answers to the unexplained familiarity between us.
“What?” I responded, breathing deeply, confused; Why did he break the kiss which is so fascinating only to state something stupid?
Jason grinned, staring at me as his hands remained on my hips, holding me. “You have short-term memory loss or something.”
“What do you mean?” I questioned, with my mind perplexed.
“What I mean, my wife is that it is the taste of your own sin, which you caused earlier in my parking lot in front of me.” I stared at Jason, my heart pounding in my chest.
I’m so angry now that I can kick his ass so hard he can’t sit on his ass for months, “You……., I will kill you.” My voice trembled with rage as I struggled to contain my fury.
Jason smirked at my response snuck up to my ear and mumbled, “How?…. Naked. ” My body froze at his words, a mix of shock and confusion flooding over me.
Naked! What? And that’s when I realized that I was in my towel when we were kissing, and the kiss was so sensual that I let it go with no knowledge. And as we were kissing, I was naked, and he saw everything I was trying to conceal. How can I be so stupid not knowing if I’m naked or not, and now I’m so embarrassed about myself that I want the ground to swallow me alive?
“Go away,” I shouted, turning back, covering my nudity with my arms as much as I could. “Now.”
“Okay it's not like first time I've seen you like this,” Jason said as he placed his suit jacket upon my shoulders, covering my nudity. “You are mine.”
“In your dreams,” I grumbled while Jason was leaving, but I suppose he heard me because he stopped and marched relentlessly in my direction.
“Don’t worry about that; I don’t think or dream of things that are useless in my life,” Jason said, infusing the hatred in his soul with his remarks. My mouth gaped, speechless, finding no words to say. Jason chuckled loudly, staring at my face as if I were the most absurd person in this world for him.
“You’re cute when angry______ next time lock the door while you bathe. Otherwise, I’ll think you’re the one inviting me to come in with you.” I ogled at him with my mouth wide open. But hold on, Jason complimented me. What?
Before I could ask anything of him, Jason left me alone with his jacket wrapping around my body and his kiss wrapping in my mind.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m so mad at myself right now because of what I let happen in the bathroom. How foolish can I be? I know Jason hates me and is using his charms against me to make things worse for me. But what I did, aside from stopping him, was let him go on, losing my sanity and indulging him. Darn, you, Kiera? “Keira controls yourself and never repeats the same mistake twice,” I repeated the words in my head, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my senses. I’m mad not only because I allowed Jason to kiss me but also because I cherished every moment of us being like that, being kissed passionately and adroitly by him. With Jason’s arms draped around my waist, his chest pressed upon my body, with our hearts synchronizing together in rhythm, humming a song of their own. ‘It was just a kiss, just a kiss, and nothing else.’ I chanted the words in my head, hoping that it would help me forget the events earlier. Splashing cold wate
I never thought that Kiera would be so kind and caring to Aria and watch her concern for Aria. The way she cradles Aria in her arms, singing for her and caressing her with loving warmth in her appearance, is truly heartwarming. Because, once I thought that Kiera’s kindness made me forget that she’s the same daughter that I hate and that I married, only to see her father suffer. And Aria, whom I couldn’t soothe or prevent the tears from streaming from her eyes, Kiera did in a few minutes. Aria is the only family I have left, and my heart bleeds to see Aria in pain. Not because the sight of suffering makes me suffer, but because I couldn’t do anything to make her pain go away. The same old question continues in my mind: whenever I see Aria like this, thinking how cruel a human can be? For hurting someone so small and charming, someone who couldn’t even describe the pain she feels in words, someone so young as Aria. And I’m so ashamed that the reason for her suffering is none other t
Days passed of me living here in Jason’s house as his wife, and nothing changed. Jason hates me and ignores me as much as he can. The one time I can see him is when I’m Aria or when we run into each other in our own way by default. The thing is, even after living with each other under the same roof for so many days, we are still strangers. Jason doesn’t come or sleep in his bedroom because of me. Jason even moved his things into the bedrooms across from Aria, and his, only to stay away from me. Why does he hate me so much that he can’t even stay near to me? And if staying away is what he wanted, then why does he marry me? All this question is giving me a headache only by thinking about it. Darn you, Jason Gray, I hate you. Aria is the only person who makes me feel alive here, even though she can only say a word, that’s ‘Daddy.’ But if I want to chat or share my thoughts with someone, I have Mrs. Clinton, who is the most cheerful person in this household, with whom I can share my tho
It’s been a day since the accident happened in the kitchen. My hand still hurts, but things could have been worse if Jason hadn’t acted fast at that time. Jason's quick thinking and immediate response saved me from a potentially more severe injury. But Jason, lingering on his true self, returned to his same attitude as before and continued ignoring me. Despite his heroic actions during the accident, Jason's behavior towards me remained unchanged. It was disheartening to see that his selflessness didn't extend beyond that moment, leaving me feeling neglected and unimportant once again. It’s not like care, but his change in attitude from time to time irritates the hell out of me. In my life, there is only one person who genuinely loves and cares for me, My dad. There’s only one person in my life who genuinely loves me and cares for me, my dad. In my life, there is only one person who genuinely loves and cares for me, my dad. All my life, I have lived with my dad. We had a relationship
“I’ll take you,” he said, holding my hand, helping me. I nodded my head at Jason’s words. I really want to see my dad, and creating an uproar will only make things worse. Now my dad is more important than anything else. I gave Jason the address as he drove us to the hospital. Within minutes, he parked in the hospital parking lot. We hurriedly made our way inside, the urgency of the situation weighing heavily on us. As we entered the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and uneasiness, wanting to know his condition as soon as possible. The sterile smell of the hospital and the sight of people rushing around added to my growing apprehension. I clenched my fists, hoping for good news about my dad's health. Standing in the hospital foyer, unaware of what to do as my mind went blank, I stared at the lobby, where people were coming and going, unaware of my situation. It felt like all my senses suddenly stopped working altogether as I was consumed by worry. The silence aroun
I wake up feeling somebody caressing my hair. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jason with his eyes closed, his arm wrapped around my body, and my head over his shoulder. I see we’re both stretched out in Jason’s bed in his room. How do we end up here? If I remember right, I was at the hospital. So how did we end up in Jason’s bed? I tried to remove myself from Jason’s grasp. The movement caused him to sway his body and open his eyes. He blinks a few times, his expression changing from confusion to recognition. "Oh, hey," he mumbled sleepily. "I guess we fell asleep here last night," said Jason, rubbing one another’s eyes with the back of his right hand and yawning. I just looked at him, disturbed by his sudden shift in behavior. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I observed Jason's nonchalant response. It was as if he was trying to brush off the situation, leaving me with even more questions about how we ended up in his bed. Jason never shared a bed with me before; then why no
Jason and I are both seated in his car while he drives us to his home. My heart pounds in my chest just by thinking about how everything changes so fast, and my life took a drastic turn, changing everything. Dad had an accident and is now in a coma. And every time I think of him lying lifeless with his eyes closed, it breaks my heart, and my eyes get wet with tears. The man who used to be so full of life is now lifeless. He can’t even breathe without the aid of machines attached to him. My mind deviates from my thoughts when I feel like Jason puts his hand on top of my hand, squeezing lightly and giving me a small smile before continuing to drive. I smiled back at him for his compassion. Things change quickly. Jason, who once couldn’t even bother speaking to me, is now cheering me up in bad times. In only a couple of days, the person who couldn’t even stand the sight of me is now helping me and supporting me in my most vulnerable period of life. Things transform fast, but I am too
"Kiera." I heard somebody call my name with a hand on my shoulder, waking me up from my sleep. I moaned with distress as I felt the hands of someone on my shoulder, gently shaking my body. "What?" I replied, groaning loudly and clearly. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jason looking out the window of the car with his hands on the wheel, and the car was parked somewhere in an area I didn’t know about. “We’re here,” Jason said, looking out the car window with his eyes focused somewhere on the horizon. Jason sighed profoundly, his face serious. Jason sighed profoundly, and within moments, he got out of the car, walked beside me, and opened my door as he proposed to me in his “come.” I nodded my head at his words, placing my hands in his hand as he took us both inside the house that had mostly looked abandoned for many years. On entering, I scanned the structure of the house, which seemed mostly destructive. Thick layers of dirt line the floor of the house; the wall is all covered with spi