Marrying my high school bully

Dexter

“Stop it!” I yelled as I jerked up my feet. “I asked you to leave the room and I’m very serious about it.”

The intensity of my rejection caused her to stagger backward as she leaned on the wall, her back pressing onto it for support. She sniffed and blinked continuously and when I stared at her eyes, I saw how misty it had become.

Yeah, I could be cold and nonchalant but that doesn’t mean that I went around hurting everyone’s feelings.

She sniffed again as she couldn’t hold back her tears. “I love you, Dexter,” She blurted.

I hid my surprise well, my feelings properly hidden with a stoic mask of nonchalance. She should know better than to fall in love with me or did she expect me to grow feelings for her all of a sudden because of how frequently I called her over?

“You’re not saying anything.” She rasped when she noticed how silent I’d become.

With a shrug, I approached her fluidly after arranging my pants and tucking my manhood in. “I’m silent because I can’t reciprocate your feelings. You should never have allowed yourself to fall for someone like me.” I said harshly.

She sobbed harder, her tears turning her once perfect make up into a watery mess. Her mascara had formed a straight line down to her chin and her nose became puffy and red.

I thought women used waterproof mascara or something.

“So all the good sex meant nothing to you?”

Not wanting to hurt her further, I offered her my handkerchief so that she could wipe her face with it. “Look, Edith, I don’t want to hurt your feelings further and that’s why I’ll be saying this.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She quickly palmed my mouth to stop me from talking. “Don’t say it, Dex. Just allow me to keep loving you, I promise that you will love me back.”

I gently dropped her hand and fixed her a serious look. “From now on, don’t expect my calls because I won’t need you anymore. I have your details so I’ll send you a good amount of money to take care of yourself but that will be just it.”

She shook her head vehemently, her eyes burning with pain and anger. “No! I don’t need your money and you know that. We are a perfect match and you know that.” She wiped her face again angrily as realisation dawned on her features. “Is there another woman?” She hollered.

Lorraine.

Yes, she was my woman, even if I planned to break her and make her regret hurting me so badly. I was the only one allowed to hurt her and no one else.

“Just don’t call me.”

With that being said, I stalked out of the room, leaving her to blabber away. It was time to return to my beautiful wife.

After jumping into my car, I checked my wristwatch and sighed. It was almost twelve midnight and I was busy frolicking with some unimportant person.

My heart took a skip when I found a figure curled up on the couch. She had a good height but I still towered over her.

“Lorraine?” I called quietly, surprised that she had been waiting for me.

I turned on the light as she got up slowly from her sleep, rubbing her eyes like a baby. It looked so cute that I was almost drawn to kiss her cheeks.

“You’re back already?” Her voice sounded grumpy as she stood up. “You didn’t tell me that you’d come back this late.”

God! Why was she sounding like my mother?

I should have given her an honest reply but did she deserve it?

No.

“You shouldn’t have bothered. Next time enjoy your sleep on the bed whenever I’m late. It’s not like we are a real couple any way.” I replied with a bored tone.

She smiled angrily and raked her hand through her hair-something she always did whenever she was frustrated. “Yeah, I shouldn’t have bothered. It’s my loss.”

“I could have been out with another woman while you were here, waiting for me stupidly.”

She passed a hurt look at me then masked it with a smile immediately. “Since this isn’t a real marriage, don’t be bothered when other men take me out on dates. After all, no one knows we are married.”

Other men?

My heart churned with jealousy as I imagined her laughing wildly with other men. Immediately I squashed the thought.

No way on earth would I allow that to happen.

Spurred by jealousy, I took a few quick strides towards her and forced my lips on hers. Her mouth tasted like chocolate and her cool breath was the most refreshing thing ever.

If her lips kept tasting that way then I’d surely be addicted.

She parted her lips so that I could gain entrance. My tongue delved in, twirling and teasing her lips. Slowly, we engaged in a tongue fight which caused nothing but tingles that spread down to my cock.

My fingers trailed from her smooth cheeks to her waist, then her back.

How could a woman be this hot and alluring?

With just a single kiss, every fiber of my body came back to life, yearning to make love to her till she wouldn’t be able to think of any other man.

She broke the kiss suddenly, leaving me bereft of strength. I thought that she wasn’t affected until I saw her panting heavily, her face turned away from me.

“Don’t do that again except I ask you to.”She protested with a gruff voice.

I liked how affected she was so I stayed put, caressing her chin with my thumb. “Why shouldn’t I? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

She lowered her lashes and bit her lips. Her nervous actions made my attempts to suppress my urge for her a failure.

“I wanted to know if I still felt anything for you, and I got my answer.” She replied coldly.

My chest constricted at her words as my pupils dilated. “What was your answer?” I managed to ask.

“I feel nothing for you.” She replied blatantly. “Nothing!” She reiterated with a grim smile and walked away.