Chapter 114: Chapter 114

Chapter 114

~Lust and war~

She had a whistling breath, her face struck dead and numb at the sight of his face that seemed to have lost interest in the enchanted kiss that was already taking place. She wondered why he was wiping his lips with the back of his palms.

Didn’t he enjoy the kiss or what? She thought; raising her eyebrows to a chisel look and feeling weak and drawn.

“I am sorry Ella” he apologized to her, feeling he needed to do so because of her blisters and not really for quenching the brief kiss. “I should just help you with this,” he said and squatted to pick up the shard of glasses on the floor.

“Oh, no, no.” she pretended and held his shoulder, squatting also to meet him. Both of them were squatted now. And she seized the opportunity to lock eyes with him again, hopefully they would continue from where they stopped. “You don’t have to be sorry. It is my fate not be loved by those I adored so much and to be spited by the one I took solace in only to see a reserved beast in him. Maybe i shouldn’t have known you; maybe you shouldn’t have shown me all the care and affection; maybe you should have allowed me to die giving to birth instead of helping me out.

“You won’t understand Ella,” he mumbled and stared into the shard shyly and thoughtfully.

She hesitated, ”I do, if I don’t I wouldn’t be falling in love with the wrong men.” She squeezed her lips in exaggerated disappointment and glared at him with curious eyes.

“If only I had not met Kate before relocating to Miami,” he recollected fighting off the pitiable look on her face with furious blinks. “I may not be entrapped to your heart, but I want you to know one thing.“ He held her face. It was warm and mild to touch, and it made him believe that a whole lot was going on in her mind; something she wouldn’t want to share with anyone, just secret. She continued, “And that is the fact that I am called to protect it.”

She cut in “if actually you are out to protect my heart then why am I experiencing these blisters and abuse? What am I still doing under the roof of a devil’s son? Soon you will retire home and he will return from his numerous business trips to inflict pain and agony on me just in the name of ecstasy and sex exploration.” She was all tears now, sobbing through trembling lips. Brian’s mouth wanted to move to say a word and she cut in, “Do you know how he sees me? He sees me as a no body. He believes he can trample on me and my family won’t raise a brow because he knows I have no one who can fight for me and. I am more miserable than the sand in the desert, and dust under the strength of the whirlwind.

He held her face firmly to make her quit such thoughts. ”Never. You are not. You will laugh best I promise you that. We have been family like I have been saying. Never you believe every of the trash he says. I am here for you. My family is yours and the immunity I have you have also.”

She stared at him dumbfounded with those whiteout eyes of hers; she ate into him, lustfully and lost in her thought, soliciting for his hands to remain on her face and by some random attraction to continue the kiss. But she knew it was up for her. She had been falling out of love and favor. She didn’t know about next life but in the present life they were fated to love as siblings and not as lovers.

“Can you just love me regardless of your feelings for Kate?” she almost searched for the voice that made such utterance. He never believed it came from her. And if it came from her what was she thinking when she said that? She had never told any man that. Was love making her lose her ego or was the immorality of her beasty husband plunging her to lose her self esteem she had never clamored for Brian’s heart in such manner until now.

Brian kept mute and she perceived he was not going to give answers to her demand which she believed came from her numb heart.

As she bent to pick up the shards of glass on the floor into the tray, she imagined herself picking up the pieces of heart which she never knew whether it would be amended or not. and if really it would be amended who would make it possible; would it Brian or some jolly good fellow out there she was yet to meet.

“I want to return to the farm,” she said and paused to pick the very last piece on the floor, eagerly waiting for Brian’s reply.

“You want to return as a laborer?”Brian reiterated peering at her waterfall greasily pressed hair, and the curls that ran across her ears to the upper layer of the rear of her neck, which had grown bit thicker, and his eyes caught the bruises that striped her neck.

“What was I before?” she inquired, “it is better I die as a poor laborer than pretend in this devilish marriage. He is pushing me Brian; he is pushing me to the wall. I don’t want to be convicted of murder. It is not too much a thing for me to poison his meal and watch him die as a sickly bird in the hot sun.” she stared up to him from her squat position, and pulled a pitiable look from cheek to cheek.

“I would advise you to file a divorce. I will guide you through out the process. Give him the divorce papers, separate from him all through the process of waiting for his appearance at the local court. You will be at the farm and you can convince grandma you divorced your husband, so that is the reason you are back to the farm. I will convince grandma the more ; those bruises all over your body are enough to make her accept you,” Brian sounded and gradually lent her his hand and her heart raced, as goose bumps ravaged her entire body. A nagging head ache hit her head in anxiety of what he intended to do. As she gave him her hand, she felt a cold sensation move into her, and the sensation gave her knees and feet so much energy to rise that before he could pull her up she was already up, locking eyes with him smacking her lips and feeling so divine when he grabbed the other of her hand.

“Whatever we will do we are not going to hesitate I will get you my family lawyer as soon as I leave here. I don’t want that fool to return and meet you here. I don’t know why I am having this feeling that if he returns either of you is going to die in the process of a fight.”

He looked puzzled and she rolled her eyes in amounted weakness drifted to his thick chest and laid her head on it. Indecisive, his hand came on her greasily pressed hair and smoothed it. She was lost within his heart, and just not too far from his heartbeat, she could tell his heart was beating for her even when he denied it. She hadn’t been so shocked in her life until she felt Brian’s hand fondling and squeezing her potable soft buttocks like dough in the hands of a baker; digging his hand beneath her mini gown to locate and pull her G-string. His penis swelled and pressed against her thighs, and poked her softly.

“Hmmm,” she moaned under her throat. She felt like urging him to finger her vagina with those magical fingers of his. She had always enjoyed his fingering in her thought…

Lust and war…