Hell Of A Marriage

ds to all parts of my body, but I struggle to still stand. “And we were at it for hours,” he pu

r when his tongue darts out

the down and step away from the wall. He has pinned me to the last

te T-shirt and pulls it on over his head. “

his face does not look like one of victory or a

t night either, and he’s as clueless as I

? You wanted him

pologise before

not your fault,” he says,

vousness subsiding a little. “How are

d have to carry you everywhere)” the side of his lips curves up in a self-exalting smirk. I do not know what he just said in

osing to ignore the reaction of my body, I ask th

himself, “I do

ppened last night happened, I walk towards the

house shouldn’t be a problem at all. Nothing

that. happy nothing happened. My

t remember?” he s

he only thing that keeps coming up in

he pick the bottle up from the floo

that was what brought my guards down, “But you said it wasn’t alcoholic.” I ven

nd he brings it to his nose and

s that mean? Someone wanted this to happen?” my voice

e ground, “It appears so.” he groun

third party here last night. It’s already

, trying not to sound

cold one beside him and gives it a quick, but help

y off from work, you can return tomorrow. I’ll get you you

ober, he is so much better at bei

elf in instead. I step into the bathroom and close the door and then remove the towel from my body and I turn on the shower, hitting the warm swi

ories and flashes of la

elf leaning into him all the more, as my lips parted on their own accord. I rememb

to my mouth, tasting of me and I remember sucking on his tongue as his hands wander into the skin underneath the clothes. And I

those stripers I normally see in movies while Keenan, who was sitting across the

at the memories coming back. What the hell happened to m

wing that if I leave now, I’ll be able to put last night's e

ut I stop in my tracks when I see him venting his anger on the things in the livin

is is not happening!)” he yell

disastro (Oh God, t

s something up, something bad, bad enough to make hi

bject barely misses me as it flies over and crashes to th

d his anger seems to subside and the redness of his face reduced

over his face and my heart sinks. Nothi

pounding heart. His hands planted on his hips and his eyes fixated on the cei

if he’s also recollecting the events that happen

ast night,” He lifts the paper certificate from th