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He wanted to watch me give into all my most intimate desires while someone else touched me, kissed me, feasted on me, and fucked me. The thought sent a shiver of temptation down my spine, and I hated myself for it. I’d never admit my body’s attraction to him. He’d never see me give into him, and I’d fight him with all I had.
Me:
No. Punishment and watching me is not an option. Now, leave me alone before I call the police and file a report for harassment.
I waited. Bided my time, peering at my phone while my heart thumped in my ears. The steady drum of the muscle was the only sound I heard, with seconds turning into minutes. I paced on the spot as the minutes turned into an hour, and I bit my lower lip. My body raced with anxiety and my mind reeled with scenarios.
Did I scare Sin off? Or worse. Did I piss him off?
I couldn’t be sure because a response never came through, and I placed my cell phone in the pocket of my brown Prada dress. I left the button flap open out of nervous anticipation of an incoming text. But nothing came.
“Calm down, Liv. Everything is going to be okay.” I exhaled with a long, extended sigh.
My fingers fumbled with the gold belt on my dress, and I tried to distract myself, but it was no use. I went back to cleaning up the disaster I had created before Sin blew in at hurricane speed. He unleashed misery and caused utter chaos deep within the depths of my soul.
I was distraught. A mess. So fucking vulnerable.
I needed a drink.
Seven
Their Obsession
Liv
My black heels clicked across the kitchen tile as I headed toward the fridge for the ingredients I needed. A vodka tonic would help ease the tension and I’d unwind with the day. I created the easy to make alcoholic beverage in a tall crystal glass full of ice with a shot of vodka and a hint of lime juice. The tonic water adds a bitter, but refreshing taste.
Taking a sip, I was delighted that the drink coated my throat as I peered out of the floor to ceiling window and stared out at the city. My main floor condo apartment wasn’t my choice, but my fiancé’s. There were too many windows in this dang place for my liking. Too many ways for someone to see inside and know exactly what I was doing. But that was precisely why Sebastian had bought this condo for us.
He knew the openness of our home would encourage me to submit to him. The threat of anyone being able to peer inside would pressure me into being a good fiancée. And one day soon, a doting wife.
The sharp taste of my drink of choice snapped me out of the nightmare my phantom had plagued me in and back to reality. Back to the mess that needed my attention as I took another long swig of my drink and finished it. I tossed the ice cubes into the sink, and I discarded the glass inside of the dishwasher.
The day moved on without a single interruption. Not a peep from Sebastian, but the lack of communication wasn’t anything unusual. I’d get some sort of reminder of his existence soon.
Everything was back in order on the bookshelf; the bathroom was sparkling clean, and our bedroom no longer resembled a teenager’s unkempt room. I made the bed, cleared the floor of clothes, closed all drawers, and opened the blinds to let in the light. Our main living area had nothing overturned from my upheaval and everything was back in place.
Any remaining dishes in the sink, I rinsed out and started the dishwasher. The soft hum of the machine filled the room while I mixed up a batch of Sebastian’s favorite cookie mix. I wasn’t a baker at heart, but my mother had taught me my way around the kitchen. She knew I had to carry on the family legacy, and Ineeded to know how to please a husband. The outdated practice made me want to curse every man on this earth, but I had to do what needed to be done.
I had to save my family from ruin.
The Valencia namesake was a wealthy one. Big fortune meant high price tags and expensive everything. My family was one of the wealthiest in the city, but the fact of the matter was we were on the verge of bankruptcy.
Frank Valencia was a man made of money. My father had so much money, the notion went straight to his head. He figured there would never be an end to his limitless supply, but he was wrong. And my dad needed me to fix his problem.
As his only daughter, my mother had raised me for the position. Marry rich, become a trophy wife, and make our family richer. But in secret, save our status.
Status was everything to my mother. Gloria Valencia believed money held the key to happiness and love was for silly women. She married my father because he was rich, not out of affection. The same reason she had groomed me to marry Sebastian. Abusive or not, I couldn’t let her down. Especially since she had no clue her husband had gambled us into destruction.
My father’s gambling problem was our secret, and he didn’t want my mother to find out. I didn’t either, because the truth would destroy them. Somewherealong the way, my father grew to love my mother, and she was his entire world. I knew deep down she loved him too, but she was too proud to admit her affection. Too stubborn to even accept her heart belonged to my dad.
I loved my parents, and I’d do anything for them, but this was why I was in such a dire predicament: Marry Mr. Chamberlain and become his wife on Christmas Eve.
Suddenly, my phone rang. The loud, shrill ring was unwanted and had startled me. The wet batter from the peanut butter mixture splashed on my cheek and onto the countertop from the whisk. I swore out loud and cursed the person who called me. The last thing I needed was another mess to clean up.
Too late.
Quickly, I rinsed my hands and dried them on my dress. The caller was persistent, and I grew irritated. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my cell phone, and looked down at the screen. But my heart stopped cold.
