Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter fifteen - My wife

“Why would I ever want to screw myself, when I can always screw you instead?” And immediately he let me go and hands me the towel before walking out of the bathroom.

I gasp and cover my mouth, panting as I watch the door close behind him. I felt weak all over my body, especially because he just left me undone and in need of release.

How can he do this to me? He didn’t have any right to touch me, and yet he did.

He’s trying to prove the point of what he’s capable of at my expense and I let him.

I feel terrible, violated. Can we classify that as being violated? Cause and I didn’t complain or fight against it because I wanted it. I feel so weak and yet so turned on and unable to get back at me for what he’s done.

Hell, this is bad, and it’s getting out of hand. I don’t think I have as much effect on him as he does on me and I think he knows that, too.

I take three deep breaths after wrapping the towel around my wet and shivering body before leaving the bathroom.

I enter my room and I see Rebecca sitting on the bed, fidgeting with her fingers. I study her with a careful look and when I get closer, I realise that she’s crying.

My eyes drop sadly seeing her sad as well, “What is wrong, Rebecca?” I ask, and she quickly wipes her tears off and looks up at me.

“Not-nothing,” she stutters, shaking it off as if it is nothing, but I know better than to take that as the truth.

I met her crying. No one cries for the fun of it.

I roll my eyes, “I know there is, tell me what.”

“Well, the boss threatened to hurt me and my family if I ever took your name again. I want nothing to happen to them.” Her eyes are desperate and still wet, and they meet with mine as well.

I hiss in annoyance and sigh when I see how torn she is about all this. I want to tell her he’s just bluffing, but I don’t know if I’ll be right for saying that.

He can’t just hurt her. It makes no sense and I know how it feels to be in Rebecca's shoes; I was there four years ago, and it wasn’t fun at all. It is a scary place and I don’t know how Keenan can live with himself through the misery he put people through sometimes.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Rebecca,” I say, coming to sit beside her and I take her hand. “Keenan is a nightmare, and we always fall out because of how he treats people. We even fought not so long ago.”

She sniffs and rubs her face with her free hand, “I hope the fight wasn’t because of me.”

I shake my head, I wouldn’t have even placed what we had in the bathroom on my 101 lists of fights, but as I think carefully about it again, I realise that it indeed was a fight, “We fought because Keenan is a control freak and he doesn’t care who he hurts.”

Rebecca looks up at me, “Maybe because he cares about you.”

I scoff at her laughable excuse, getting up and going over to my makeup mirror and seat down on the chair, “Keenan cares about himself, his money and name and somehow I think he knows I can take all that away from him even though I still don’t know how. So he keeps me locked out to stop people from finding out that I’m his wife.”

“You think he doesn’t want people finding out about you?” Rebecca asks with a small voice, curious about my reply.

“It’s not what I think, it’s what I know.”

Her eyes furrow as she looks down at the bed. “This dress came in on Mr Hilton’s order.” She says, picking up a black shopping bag and bringing out an orange silk gown with a ruby design on its waistline and a black diamond around the neck. My heart melts as I fall in love with the dress almost immediately. “It looks like he’s planning on taking you out today.” She tells me with a weak smile as she gets up and dangles the dress in front of my face.