THE UNLOVED HUSBAND
Isaac hurriedly ran towards me and scooped me up in a very tight hug, his head buried on my neck.
"I don't care whether or not you love me Fatima. For as long as you're my wife, I will keep you beside me until I've had enough of you," he uttered.
And then, he let go of me slowly, staring into me. He rubbed his thumbs on my cheek which had me closing my eyes.
He's very sweet, possessive and attentive to my needs. But I could not love him. No, not ever, not after he bought me. I'm just his most prized possession. And yet, here am I gazing at the handsome being in front of me, desperately wishing he'd kissed me senselessly.