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c h a p t e r 58: Unspoken Words

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Beverly

"Can't wait to be married to you so I can hit it without a condom," He tells me as I emerge from the bathroom all cleaned up, wearing nothing but a thong. I'm not shy today, I'm literally walking around with my breasts in full display.

He's laying on the bed, half-naked under the sheet because he'd put on his briefs after he went into the bathroom earlier than I did.

He is watching me put on a bonnet to keep my braids away from my face, so I fake a chuckle but deep down after he makes that marriage joke, Clara's words break into my head... 'His family isn't some regular one where you marry just anybody, and to make things worse, you're literally Christian and he's Muslim, like... weigh this shit'... and once again, my heart lurches, not from pleasure but disappointment.

I want to ask him so many questions, but I don't go with it. Zayyad looks quite unhappy tonight, even though he's masking up this weird feeling, it feels like something's wrong, so, I want to let my questions slide this night, my whole body feels weak from all that sex and in as much as I want to get questions off my chest, I just want to sleep.

Are you too afraid to ask questions and end up with answers that don't suit the narrative of your future with him?

Zayyad

She walks over and climbs into bed, laying a few inches away from me. When I look at her, she spares me a small smile and immediately I figure something's on her mind, but I'm too tired and troubled on my end, to even question her.

"Come here," I say, pulling her next to my body, my exposed chest coming in contact with her breasts and my right arm goes around her shoulders, holding her closer as our legs entangle.

"If I feel your third leg poke me, I'll fuckin' punch you, because I could barely stand in the bathroom,"

"Ouuu, I love feedbacks from my customers,"

"I hate you sometimes," She laughs and I just stare.

"I love you, you know that, don't you?" She nods. "Nothing's ever gonna change how I feel for you. Nothing at all,"

"Not even your family?"

The question catches me off guard and my heart skips ten beats because I know I might have to tell a lie right now. "Yes, not even my family,"

I don't know if it's right to tell her what's on my mind so she knows what's going on and not get any shock.

I'm looking into these beautiful eyes that spellbind me, pondering. I don't want her to be broken or betrayed or whatever feeling she'll get if she eventually finds out or I grow the balls to tell her.

"Not even tribes?" She continues.

"Not even tribes,"

"Or another girl?"

"God forbid the first two happen, another girl has to be the last thing that'll change how I feel for you," I respond, my truth in every word.

"Even if I was a camel?"

I chuckle. "Are you even seri–"

"Yes or no,"

I exhale, rolling my eyes. "Yes, even if you were a camel, I'd still love you,"

"No, say it with a smile,"

"Are you okay upstairs?" I laugh and even though I see her trying so hard not to join me, she fails and joins me.