Chapter 105: Chapter 105

Chapter105

~Almost enchanted kiss~

Ella was aided into the front seat of the Audi after the official certification of being healed and free to go. Brian was on the steering driving Ella home when her phone buzzed repeatedly.

“Holy cow!” Ella exclaimed, staring at her phone, pinching herself, and then throwing an interesting , am-dead, anxious stare at Brian.

Brian almost smashing his feet on the brake asked. “What is it?”

“That stupid billionaire that calls himself my husband is back,” she said in the dumbest of ways and murmured a nagging sound beneath her throat that made Brian to stare at her fallen face with the corner of his yes and keeping to driving carefully . “What do we do now?” she inquired, stroking her hair confusedly and becoming sick again right then.

“You are asking me about what we do?” Brian snapped, smacking his lips as indecision hung on his mind. Finally a line of action dropped on his mind and he stole a glance at her; she was already looking out the window in disappointment, thrusting out her hand and waving down a taxi impatiently.

“You know what I just waved down a taxi. You can pull over so I can join it and return home. Go home, Brian!” she beamed , expecting Brian to steer his wheel out of the tar onto the pedestrian now where he can pull over perfectly, but on the contrary he kept at his speed even overtaking cars much ahead of them. “I said stop, Brian!” she yelled, clapping her hands together.

“For what tell me?” Brian asked , shooting a nagging , brief stare at her and focusing on his driving.

“I don’t want him to see me with you. I don’t want him to see us, don’t you get it. He had always been suspicious of me cheating on his dirty ass and because he is a flirt he believes every other person does, even he has warned me not to leave the confines of his mansion for anything since I have everything at my disposal,” she said at a breath, and the bandage which wound round her head, struck in her mind and she untied it and tossed it to a corner at the back seat.

Brian caught sight of her, “What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” With tiny regret in his vice , he wanted to understand the reason she was pulling all the fuss. He had stood in the presence of the most ruthless and bashy kind of men and no finger came upon him let alone a yell. Her billionaire husband was going to join the list of stubborn men he had dealt with; he thought.

“I don’t need him to know anything about what happened to me, nothing means nothing including the miscarriage,: with tantrum and distress weighing down her heart, Brian could tell her husband was maltreating her in the weirdest of ways she wouldn’t want to confide in him; he perceived Ella was enduring an abusive marriage which she felt she could escape through him but even more difficult was her eagerness to reveal it.

“I am driving you home and I will hand you over to him. Whatever will happen should happen,” Brian replied intensely, hitting on the steering each time to pass on his message. Ella shook her head in the contrary..

“What would you have me say if he gets to ask of my whereabouts?” she asked, her eyes blinking and rolling in expectation of good suggestion.

He sounded, “Simple. I slightly ran into you and hit you on your way from a road walk. So I took you to the hospital for treatment and we are back now.”

She was much wavering emotionally in her tone now, “Are you insinuating we tell a lie?

He replied rudely but wishing he could be even more kindly with his words. “Excuse me are you rather insinuating we tell him I visited you at home and you gave me water to drink, a little of it spilled over and you became fury for not having me make love to you, walked away and got slammed?”

“Enough! Enough! Enough! She roared, holding her head, feeling irritated and cursing Brian with her nagging, arrogant stare. “That was rude,” she said coldly, and angrily threw away her gaze outside. “I deserve an apology.”

Brian shrugged, showing his willingness to apologize. “Apologies,” he muttered, “I don’t mean to sound rude rather I am making you to understand how stupid we would look before him if we don’t tell a lie.”

“That man at home IS a beast.” She cursed, clearing her throat to unveil and put down the misfortune and agony weighing down her shoulders since she got married to her husband. “When I met him in grandma’s welcome back party, I thought I met an angel that would take your place since you weren’t heeding to my advances and desire to be your ever-after. That night when he curled up beside me, dishing me with the best of words rarely used by men to woo a woman, I thought he was the heaven-made. My sad days had come to an abrupt end; I thought. Innocent me! And to think of the fact that he was not only an angel with a heart of gold, but also with a pocket of gold; very rich. Our marriage opened the door to concurrent abuse in all ramifications. He talks to me in the most annoying ways, kicks me in the ass whenever he feels like; barks at me at the slightest pitfalls; and rarely makes love to me as I thought a rightful thinking man should; whenever he is ready to make love to me, he comes for the cookie between my legs like a devil’s son; earth quaking, BDSM turns him on and I don’t like it. I have complained to him time on end but he would rather expand his enterprise, and when I refuse him my body he would hit me and enforce on me to beg for his dick like a slave. And that is what I am to this devil’s son. I am his sex slave. Recently he has warned me through gritted teeth not to leave the confines of his mansion because he has provided every of my needs under the roof. He threatened to choke me of my breath the day he would return home and find me not in place.” She wanted to speak yet further but her sniffing was becoming uneasy and her eyes were welled up with tears just then.

Brian matched his brake and the car came to a screeching halt. Staring in the space with his eyes full of brimstone and thunder, he threatened , “He would have me to contend with…”

He wasn’t through with his statement when she cut in fearfully “No, no, Brian please I beg of you comport yourself when we get home,” she quietened promptly.

And their eyes locked; faces stilled. In just a moment only their whistling breath could be heard. Their neck began to stoop closely for their lips to switch in a ruggedly-built kiss of no stopping But Brian’s face flinched, his eyes winked, and he snorted, thereby ending the almost enchanted kiss. And she stared between her knees shamefully, smacking her lips, imagining what their first kiss would taste like.

The engine turned on and they zoomed home, throwing past a mist of dust as the tyres screeched angrily.

She just wished Brian would listen to her and not engage her husband in a fight; her thought continued while she stared at him drive.

And then something happened…