- KATE -
I zip the last bag I’m taking with to travel. I take a few steps back and place my hands on both sides of my hips as I stare at my luggage before . I’m just spending a few weeks in school yet I’ve packed so much. I’ll need them all though, one can never be too prepared, staying at ho and experiencing the ruckus first hand made realise that in a brutal way. I sigh, totally and completely exhausted in every way possible. No one really talks about how draining yet exciting packing to travel is. Not to talk of having to unload when I arrive at my destination. Thinking about it is draining already.
I groan, rolling my eyes along. I make my way forward, shifting my luggage to a corner in my room before walking to my bed.
I raise my hand up to the back of my head to free my hair of the ponytail and let my hair dangle freely on my back. I packed it up prior so it doesn’t cause to sweat while packing my things.
I’m travelling tomorrow. I’ll finally have so ti to breathe in a different kind of non toxic fresh air. I never thought I’d say it, but I miss school. I missed it every day since I got here. I also missed not being able to interact with my best friend and everyone else. My phone was seized. The family war dragged on longer than I expected it to but thankfully, it’s over. All thanks to Killian though.
He pulled so strings that I’m not fully aware of and made this thing escalate way less than it was supposed to. Isn’t he the perfect fiancé? The other half people dream of having.
I fall on my bed, leaving my legs out with my feet touching the ground while my torso rests on my mattress. My head is to the ceiling.
Yet despite every good trait he possesses, he never touches or shows any hint of a deeper connection, I’m reminded. This makes huff.
He doesn’t show his love. Often tis, he expresses it more like a duty than sothing he’s willing to do. I should expect this due to our initial agreent but it’s hard to when I’ve completely fallen for everything that he is. Even though I shouldn’t. Even though our contract forbids from doing so.
I swallow, peering my gaze to the side. There by my pillow lays my marriage agreent. I go over it daily to remind myself of why I’m engaged in the first place and what and what not to do. I also read it to remind myself of the ti period of the contract. This engagent is not permanent. Only the two of us are aware that it’s temporary but we’re not allowed to portray such outwardly.
We’re supposed to act as if it’s not. It kills but I can’t say a word. Not when I was fully aware of the terms before signing it. I stare back at the ceiling and close my eyes.
I still rember that day. The day it all happened. When I walked into sowhere I was never ant to be. Sowhere I was forbid from entering yet acted on my will anyway.
My brows furrow. The mory is too painful to bear. I keep my eyes closed as I try to match the images of that day to my thoughts.
The things I witnessed that day was enough to leave any human scarred for life. What was supposed to killed turned into a blessing the mont a man in white reached out to help . To save .
I still rember how scary it was for . How despite the pool of blood drenching my body, I saw this pure white, human depiction of hope standing before . Like an angel glistening in a valley of death. My very own saviour.
My eyes slid open; I don’t want to shelter images anymore. Long story short, from then on, with a lot more complicated details intertwined and involved over a series of months, I beca nearly a Mrs Ivanov. Temporarily though. Even I was notified of it. But there won’t be any breaching of the contract till its duration has been exceeded.
A saddened look replaces the exhausted one on my face.
I don’t want what is of Killian and I to end just there. I want it to proceed further till it kills . Tortures yet nurtures . I let out a loud sigh. The future of the two of us does not seem very bright, a laugh leaves my lips, yet I’m still hoping. I’m still trying, giving it all I got to impose my want for him to him till he acknowledges it too. Till he wants it even.
It’s hard but I think I’m getting there. One thing that makes know my efforts to make him notice past the contract is his recent attitude towards . He acts nicer. Warr. Like he actually cares rather than fulfilling his part of the contract.
Yet he still won’t touch . I scoff. Apparently, it’s for my own sake. He doesn’t want to ‘dishonour’ apparently.
But I want him to. I want him to dishonour in every way possible. I want him to think about and go wild and crazy yet that never seems to work.
Sotis, call crazy, but I think he’s obsessed with sobody else but I try to drive the thought away. It never makes feel okay and feeling distraught over a man is not good for my ntal health. Even though he’s allowed to see other people.
I draw my hand slowly up my thigh to the center of my pelvis where my button is. I unbutton my jeans and slip my hand in, closing my eyes. My lips part slowly as a soft moan leaves my lips due to touching myself. I feel the start of my brows clench then unclench. I feel my breathing pace quicken. I feel my fingers soak with my wetness.
I too am a woman. I’m young but I’m allowed to satisfy my urges but the one man I want satisfying them doesn’t even look at in a lustful way. At least I can. I can imagine him in any way possible because I own my own mind. My breath hitch as my mind runs rampant with wild thoughts of the two of us.
I close my eyes, allowing myself to fully indulge in my fantasy. My fingers are drilling in and out of my pussy steadily. The highlight of my stressful day is knowing I’ll be with him tomorrow. Knowing that he wants to co to our ho. The ends of my lips curl to a smile at both the ecstasy my fingers are giving to and the joy induced by my thoughts.
I still rember how my heart skipped when I received that text. He won’t be able to make it to the airport because of business but he’d be waiting for at ho. The text also said he has a surprise waiting. A moan slips out my mouth.
I genuinely am anticipating what it is.
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