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Chapter 4 Hard

  • STORM
  • All that could be heard was the sound of our fast patting feet as we marched through the quiet halls to the door.
  • My father and I took the steps two at a time, our cars waiting with the doors opened wide for us.
  • “Come in for a second.”
  • I followed my father into his car, the door closing us in the dark confinement.
  • “Are you sure you don’t want to switch?”
  • I thought over my father’s words and chewed on them but I was too tired to even think.
  • “As much as it was to Madroi’s favor, he didn’t have to give us the ugly one, any of the other girls would do. I can get him to switch with one of the older sisters.”
  • A sigh pulled from me, sitting back and closing my eyes.
  • The image of my new wife drifted into my head and a shiver ran through my body but I had more important issues to worry about so I couldn’t spend more time there.
  • “No father, she is fine.” I said , sitting up and turning to stare at the man I looked up to for so long but I was not sure if I still did.
  • He seemed to want to argue the matter on but decided against it as he nodded his head.
  • Awkward silence passed, silence that had me shift in my seat.
  • I had no words for him.
  • Three days ago, I had been deep in work, going about my normal life then I got told I was getting married.
  • I still couldn’t believe it, the shock still rippling through my body.
  • “I know I am hard on you son…”
  • I thought we had been past the testing phase but yet again he sprung something on me, expecting me to jump at his command.
  • “I know how lucky I am with you. You have made me proud beyond any words could explain, son. I appreciate you.”
  • If I wasn’t so angry I would have stared shocked.
  • “Thank you, father.”
  • He sighed, his hand running through his sleek gray hair.
  • “You deserve the best my son, a good life. You don’t have to rush an heir. I understand it will be hard taking your wife to bed. Take your time and have some fun, call that girl, what was her name, Miranda. Call them all, enjoy yourself.”
  • I would have laughed, guilt making my father spit names I never thought he would in his life. I shook my head, then nodded it.
  • “I will. I have to go now.”
  • I pat his side, him gripping my wrist firmly with a look as if he did not envy me. It made me feel worse than I did initially. Maybe I should have taken the switch of brides, torn up the certificate and got a new one.
  • I opened the door, sliding out.
  • “Good luck.”
  • I shut the door after his words, the situation drowning on me.
  • I slid in my car, the doors closed and the car nearly suffocating.
  • Three days with no sleep.
  • Maybe when I woke up things wouldn’t seem so bad.
  • I thought of going to a hotel yet I was too exhausted to even speak it out to my driver.
  • The convoy of cars moved, taking me to my death.
  • The distance seemed shorter, dreading my fate. I saw my wife’s father and surely she took after him so it could only get worse from what I had seen.
  • My door was opened and I hopped off, it after midnight.
  • The house was dark and quiet, a breath escaping me. Hopefully she was asleep and I would leave in the morning before she woke up. I ran up the steps as quietly as I could, snapping my neck side to side. I got to my room with no hassle, finally free for the night.
  • I closed the door, turning around to pause.
  • A curse slipped out.
  • Why did Hansel put her in my room. I balled my fists, stepping further in with my nightmare confirmed.
  • My room was violated. Taken over by my wife. Even the word left a sour taste in my mouth.
  • More dread fell as I took in the empty bed.
  • She was awake?
  • The snores then hit me and my eyes ran to the television, curiosity getting the best of me.
  • I stepped closer to the living room yet no one was in sight then I saw the bottles of wine and a half-filled glass.
  • Someone was having a party.
  • The snores got louder and I couldn’t help the frown. It kept getting worse, she kept getting worse.
  • I walked closer, seeing the bulge on the carpet.
  • Shaking my head, I turned and quickly walked away.
  • It seemed she had tainted my whole room, her dress on the closet floor, a large bulk leaving my eyes wide. Her veil was stuffed in the trash, not happy herself. Maybe I could strike a deal with her to stay out of each other’s way.
  • There was no way I could be tied to her forever.
  • I peeled my clothes, not even daring to move her dress as much as I hated a mess.
  • I moved to the shower and again, my things were not where I left them.
  • The night only got worse.
  • I showered, determined to slip in bed, wake up early and leave before she woke up.
  • I moisturized my skin, moved out to wear briefs before I made my way to the bed, opening the covers. I slipped in, sighing with my phone placed down on the side table yet the light from the television I couldn’t bear, so I pushed the covers back and slipped out of bed.
  • I should have let my father switch them. It wasn’t late. I could still tear the certificate and get a new one with one of the better sisters.
  • The snores got so loud they sounded lethal, making it hard to even think.
  • I shook my head, turning off the television with my eyes lying on her.
  • She wore my shirt and as I stared she didn’t look as big as I had thought. Maybe my mind had exaggerated how heavy she was or maybe the dress put most of the weight on her. It was a relief but still, she is a large girl.
  • Her neck looked as if it would snap from her position on the floor, her limbs lying awkwardly and somehow I didn’t mind her being nearly paralyzed in the morning. It was decided that I hated her. I couldn’t stand her.
  • But still I couldn’t move from where I was standing.
  • I tried but failed to leave her there to die of the cold.
  • Her hair was spread out, her face hidden away but her skin looked soft and somehow my shirt looked good on her.
  • Sighing, I bent down. Sharing a bed with her for one night wouldn’t kill me.
  • I rung my arms around her, nearly scared to touch her, so much surface space.
  • My arms finally closed around her and I put my back to scoop her up only to realize she wasn’t as heavy.
  • I adjusted her in my arms and somehow she wrapped herself on my body in an octopus hug. She felt so soft and warm. My arms held tighter, moving around careful not to spill anything. Her head fell on my shoulder then to the crook of my neck, the snores gone.
  • Definition of body violation.
  • I tried to pull her down to the bed but it was a fight I won after many attempts. She rolled away, taking the cover with her. I shook my head, slipping in bed, prying the cover from her with fail. The more I pulled, the more she clutched it, so I gave up and just stared at the ceiling.
  • Father’s apologies weren't enough, he was indebted to me and the prize would be hefty.
  • Suddenly a large body fell on me. My breath was knocked out. I was straddled, locked in with no movement possible. Somehow she fit herself into position, her head on my shoulder.
  • A sigh escaped me, too tired for this. A groan rumbled and I was so pissed I could not help but chuckle.
  • My hands fell on her sides to realize I was holding her hips. I tried to lift and somehow my hands fall on her butt. My eyes went wide, the more I lifted, the more it parted.
  • I moved my hands as quick as I could, rolling over folds then what I would say was her figure.
  • Her scent hit and somehow I found myself hot.
  • It was mixture of my scent and something sweet.
  • I stopped fighting, just lying there, taking in her weight and somehow it felt good.
  • My eyes closed, suddenly going insane.
  • The heat peaked up and it was not just hers.
  • My heart beat a bit faster, my blood rushing.
  • “Fuck, I’m hard.”
  • It only got worse as my dick fit just right between her thigh gap.
  • ‘I would bury myself perfectly in her, she could probably take all of me in.’
  • I closed my eyes, my hands on her.
  • My dick throbbed and any movement made it worse so I just lay there. Maybe calling Miranda wouldn’t be a bad idea when I got back. I held on to that idea and hoped sleep would come soon.