Bully King Became My Husband
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ained seated in the vehicle with my arms crossed over my chest and my eyes fixed on
me? Why can't I remember anythin
tartled out of my thoughts and brought back to the present moment. ‘‘
ken aback by
d anything wrong with my brain. Is
but to take what Marcus
for me to retain my memo
oice once more and I slowly snapped my head
ms with the reality that I needed to carry out these steps in order fo
urn into a smile with excitement.
im permission to unbuckle my seatbelt, which was som
ets of his jeans. Even after all this time, I still don't feel c
eared to be between five and six months along in her pregnancy based on the size of her stom
about last
from speaking anymore. When I thought about what had happened to us the night
Why did he have to point out to me how foolis
n anger, clenching my teeth together in a fit of rage. ‘‘You had sexual rela
eyes blinked
me…’’ I said, pointing to my chest with my index finge
I continued to walk, l
ait
around to face him. ‘‘So, what i
oing to get mad at me…’’ he declared, his eyes still fixed
. ‘‘Marcus... I haven't been able to move on from this thing that’s happenin
t through his already messy hair. ‘‘But it's
ut wh
earlier?’’ his question left me be
about
t together when we were both attending the same university…’’
? I let the man who had previously bullied m
is didn’t happ
e gazing at us with an expression of interest on their faces. ‘‘Why are you telling m
yself, and now he was adding e
’ he said in a low vo
ploded in a fit of rage. I could already feel
another b
t out a grunt. ‘
nod
t nig
now was to burst out crying, but when I saw how serious he was, and there was no c
dom…’’ he said, scratch
elt my hands shaking as I prepared to strangle him to death. ‘‘Why did
and I was upset because you asked for a divorce...’’ but it didn't help me feel any better at all. ‘‘And a
caused me to flush deeply and
us and I had a sexual encounter in my twenty-six ye
with you? Why did you let this jerkface
ards the entrance of the building, where I saw a
go?’’ Marcus inquired as
lled as I began to back away from him a
squeezed myself up against the group of medical
t to the pharmacy. However, I came to an abrupt halt when I realized that I had no ide
orgot... I was al
towards the counter, I took a few slow, deliberate steps while waiting for the sa
was finished assisting the other customer. Her face
ring the last words, and she stared at me. The smile she was wear
I rummaged through my pockets in an attem
rgot that I don't hav
y from me, and at that moment, my hand felt something hard inside the pocket of
k cred
session. If this wasn't my property, why was it
leslady and sighed in
to the corridor where I had left M
lici
er six feet tall and had broad shoulders and arms that strained against the sleeves o
boyish face, which was accented by two deep
to believe that we were familiar with on