Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter eight - Helpfully lesson

Vary’s POV

My stomach curls up in a panic and I look around the massive room looking for clues why I’m here and why am naked, but I see none and I see no trace of my clothes in sight.

Daring myself to do the last thing left on my mind, I slowly lift the bedsheets and realise my panties are also gone.

My head is hurting as the fear of the unknown settles in.

Fear, pain and grief grip me to the core and I clench on the bedsheets and sob into them. How could I have gone so out of control last night? How could I have let things get out of hand last night? And how could I have given myself easily to someone who wouldn’t give me a second glance?!

How could I have thrown away the rules I’ve lived by all my life in one night?!

How could I have given up my virtue to someone who wasn’t my soulmate? Someone who wouldn’t even consider it valuable?

“What’s wrong?” comes Keenan’s deep and confused voice from beside me and I realise I wasn’t even alone in the room, to begin with. All I want to do now is to kick him and slap him across his stupid face.

I lift my head, and my eyes are still filled with tears and turn to glare at him. “What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to mimic his voice, sniffing in hardly. “What happened last night? And why are my clothes gone?!”

“I don’t,” he answers, gets up from the bed and avoids my eyes.

I noticed he’s also naked with only his Calvin Klein briefs on. His skin looked flawless with those long but soft hairs on his legs. I can see a little of his six packs and muscled stomach before he turns away and his narrow waist and the v-line that continues into his shorts. Goodness, his body is all ripe and calling!

How can he frustrate and turn me on at the same time?

What the hell, Vary?! You have a more important issue at hand. Stay focused on the right track.

I close my eyes and grit my teeth, “What the hell did you do to me last night?!”

“I di-dn’t do–anything.” he stutters nervously, walking away and he must still be drunk if he thinks I’m going to take that for the truth.

Anger and frustration boil deep in my veins, “Stop lying to me damn you!” I smack my hand on the bedsheet. “Tell me the truth!”

He pauses and turns to me, his eyes wry and a little lost, “I remember nothing that happened last night.” He answers and his voice is just as lost as I am.

Tears heave up in my eyes again, and I blink them back. All these years I’ve kept myself and for what? For someone who wasn’t even going to remember my first night?

Maybe he’s acting it out so you wouldn’t blame him so much. He’s not as innocent as he makes himself out to be. My mind tells me.

“This was all your plan all along right,” I say, only to choke up on the way through the words because of my tears. “Lure me over, get me drunk, vulnerable and then have sex with me.”

He winces and his eyes dim as his brows pull together, forming deeply, “You think I had sex with you last night.” He asks and I just clamp down on my mouth to keep myself from speaking for fear of crying instead. “Beh, non abbiamo fatto sesso la scorsa notte” he says something in a foreign language before saying; “we didn’t have sex last night,” he tells me loudly, repeating the same words he’s been saying since he woke up beside me.

I get down from the bed and walk over to where he’s standing. “I’m naked!” I exclaim angrily and loudly, not getting why he’d still choose to lie to my face. “And you’re barely having anything on!”