Chapter 6

• “I want to change that impression I left on our wedding day,” he breathed out, blinking his eyes when the rain cascaded on his eyelashes.
• “It…”
• “I want you not as a replacement or substitute or a second choice, but I want to marry you, the woman I love and fell in love with and continue to love till my last breath,” he said softly, “allow me to correct my earlier mistakes to you, love.”
• “I don't know what to say,” Angelina bit her lips nervously as she was short of words.
• “It is okay,” he smiled, “I understand."
• “Thank you,"
• “Angelina Adenike Walter, can you do me the honour of being the happiest man on earth by saying yes to my proposal, Mrs Hugh?” he asked, holding a diamond ring.
• Angelina clamped her hands on her mouth as she nodded her head, silently whispering a yes, which Nathaniel heard in the beating rain.
• Nathaniel rose on his knee and hauled Angelina up, which made her giggle, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “I love you,” Angelina screamed happily and then locked her lips with his.
• This was the happiest moment of he–.
• ***
• "Why the fuck are you sleeping on the couch!" Angelina jolted away from her blissful dream, and she stood abruptly. Missing a footing and fell on her ass as she wiped the drool on her cheek because she knew she would have drooled.
• What type of dream was that?! A confession from Nathaniel. How she wished it was true, but she knew it was impossible. It was just wishful thinking of hers.
• Both were on the love bridge, Nathaniel professing his love for her in a dazzling rain.
• "Ouch!" she rubbed the sour spot where Nathaniel's flickered as she stifled a yawn about to escape and blinked twice. She checked the time and saw it was past one am.
• "Oh, I dozed off while watching the TV–," she responded, rubbing her arms.
• "Don't you have a room?" he cut her off, raising his perfect brow and challenging her to continue.
• "Yeah…mmm," she paused, her eyes dropped on her legs as she fiddled with her fingers nervously, "I was waiting for you," she responded meekly while surprise flashed through his eyes before he scoffed.
• Angelina waited for him because they left in a nasty spat this morning. She wanted to try; even if anything happened between them, they could still be friends. And she had vowed to herself to try.
• Nathaniel had arrived from work much earlier after taking down the article about his wedding. His friend being a lawyer, was a help. Nathaniel sat in his car, contemplating whether to enter or not.
• Would she have slept? What would she be wearing? Would she still be waiting for him? A series of unanswered questions ran through his brain as he passed hours in his car.
• He unlocked the door and was assaulted by her. The warmth was much better than when he was dating Clara. He looked around, noticing some new changes. The house was dull before, but now it was lively with her retouch.
• Nathaniel stopped on his track when he saw her sleeping on the couch. Her mouth was slightly opened with the tip of her tongue out as a drool rolled from her mouth to her cheek while he found himself smiling before he scowled.
• Why the heck was he smiling?!
• Her hair was splayed everywhere, the rise and fall of her bosoms inviting him, as he could see the valley of her boobs.
• Nathaniel crouched to her level and caressed her soft skin delicately, his hand running through her eyes and nose, then stopped at her parted lips. He put a finger in only for her to lick, then pushed the finger away and turned.
• Nathaniel held his breath in shock, holding his hand in the air as his heart beat loudly. He thought she was awake, but after noticing no changes, he laughed nervously.
• The nightgown she wore was already ridden up. As she turned, her back ass was facing him. Her underwear was showing with her legs. Nathaniel groaned, feeling him getting tightened as he rubbed his nose.
• He bit his thumb gently, staring at her legs, his throat bobbing as his eyes widened. He couldn't stop himself from placing a kiss on her neck.
• He caressed her legs, feeling the softness on his palm as he placed kisses from her foot stop nearly to her midthigh.
• When he heard a groan from her, he paused. What was he doing? He slapped his hand and stood up. He dusted his pants of imaginary dirt as he cleared his throat, snapping back to his conscience.
• This is getting bad! He masturbated to her picture last night, and now he was-... He couldn't even imagine what could have happened.
• And seeing her defenceless against a predator like him made his primitive instinct go wild. Damn!
• Fuck!
• He shook his head, angry at himself for succumbing to these desires yet named at her for using this way to lure him! This defence tactic!
• He yelled at her, waking her up from sleep as she jumped out of the couch, scrambling on the floor with her braless chest bouncing. He closed his eyes, breathing through his mouth to stop himself from ogling at her.
• "Why are you waiting for me?" he asked, masking his happiness when she said she was waiting for him.
• Someone was waiting for him at home, which was a new feeling for him.
• "Because I just feel like," her melodious voice pulled him out of his thoughts, "I– I just wanted to…."
• No!
• She wasn't waiting for me, and this was a new strategy. I must not believe her. She and Clara are the same things! She is just changing her ways differently from Clara. She would leave you also! He thought and felt himself getting mad at his thoughts.
• "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled, "You are lying!" he gritted, holding her arms tightly, "You just want me to lower my defence," he smirked evilly, "You are mistaken because I'll never love you!" he said.
• Angelina's body shook in fear, "I'm sorry," she stuttered, her voice trembling.
• "Don't fucking apologise like a fucking fool!" he muttered, digging his fingers into her flesh. It was going to leave a bruise. "Your stupid voice is giving me a headache!" he enunciated, "can't you talk without stuttering?" he screamed in her face. Fear was evident in her eyes as a tear streamed down her face.
• He rolled his eyes, eyeing her stained cheeks. He tsked and licked a lone tear escaping before he released her.
• And grumbled inside, leaving Angelina to wrap her hands around herself and cry.
• This was different from what she dreamt and wished for.