Chapter 3 DEEPER

DEEPER

I laughed hard, so loud, like really loud which made him scoff and that was when I noticed how serious his face was, I pinched myself immediately to stop me from laughing further and making this situation get worse.

"E-er-er-eeerm, I would advise they should talk to each other, it could be something .... you know ...., it could be something minor, something that needs more burrowing to uncover the issues laying beneath the surface.

Okay this is it, I would be more plain, I would be mad if it was me that got cheated on, extremely mad, but wait .... are you already cheating on me?", I scoff, not wanting to think further about it.

He didn't respond, he just kept looking at me, I noticed his jaw ticked, I slapped his hands off my thighs, as I was already planning on scurrying away from his touch, cause I know how much his touch did to me. It made me tingle in places that only him could touch.

"Babe?, Don't tell me you have been cheating on me, it's just two weeks into our marriage and you are already cheating on me, I want to believe this is a prank and you are just trying to get me riled up", I arched a brow, patiently hoping that it wasn't what I am thinking.

"Ohhh no, you did that!!.", I stated as my hands clasped over my lips to keep my from shouting.

I stood up from the table and pushed him off me, my body shaking and my hands trembling.

I could not even stand on my own, I had to hold onto the table to help support my wobbling legs.

"I should be telling you that, Janelle since when have you been cheating on me?", he thundered.

I sprang around immediately facing him as I came face to face to meet his blood shot eyes.

"Cheating?, Ohh no, I am better than that, I won't even do that, I haven't left here for once apart from the times we both went out together.

Christ Babe!!, I thought you trust me", I wailed.

"Don't babe me right now Janelle, don't do that, I trusted you, that's a past tense which I regret ever indulging in.

You were never worth it, you were never worth my love, you don't worth my affection, you don't worth my tears, you worth nothing good and you are just a motherfucking gold digger with mouth that is sugar coated.

Allah!!!", he bellowed harshly.

I don't understand, my head is in turmoil so is my heart, seeing the person I ever loved, my only love and first love saying such lowly things about me makes me sick, I feel like puking right now, someone should please show me the way to the bathroom, pour me some water on my face and tell me this is all a dream.

"Why are you saying all this, you know I would never cheat on you, you know I was never into you for your money, my parents had lots of it, why would I want to give up my dreams because of money, you......", I didn't know what word to label him right now.

I was furious, I was angry that he would term me a gold digger, I was never into him for money and God knows that.

"That is more reason why I should call you a gold digger, you were ready to risk everything, because you know I am the bigger game, you decide to leave the smaller ones and abandon your family, such a two timing bastard", he snapped.

I walked hastily towards him and before I could hold myself back, the back of my palms hit ferociously on his cheek, the first and second one, on the both sides of his cheek.

"You would insult me, you would call me names, but I forbid you to bring my family into this, don't dare do that", I warned him and I swear I was ready to smack him again if he called my family into this again.

He gave out a harsh laughter, his white shirt blanketing him tightly to his skin from the sweat.

His hands went to his jet black hair as he ran his hands through the soft curls I had become obsessed with, fuck!!!!, I always loved touching his hair, that he too noticed it.

His hair was so soft, curly and I don't want to remember the feelings it brought to my core whenever his head was trapped between my legs and I only had to push myself slightly up for his hair to brush against my thighs.

"You talk about family huhh?, Family that you went against", he licked his lower lips as he smirked, it was a wicked one.

On shaky legs I walked to the bed and plopped myself on it, I just remembered that while in the cause of making sure I never let go of him, I had up everything, my studies, my family, my best friend, my future, for this ingrate.

I began sobbing, he had no right to throw all of this at my face, he definitely has no right, but what can I do, after all what he said are just the plain truth and there was nothing I could do to turn back the hands of the clock.

Even if I was given a chance to do so, I know I was definitely going to make that mistake over and over again, without caring about the pain that it would bring to me.

"R.a.s.h.i.d stop, please stop", I pleaded.

"Stop?, I should stop?, Sorry Miss Janelle Parker, but I can't, what were you thinking when you were cheating on me.

How happy did you feel when you were getting orgasm over orgasm when I was thinking of how pure and innocent you are. You made me think that you were just so naive and innocent.

If you had come clean to me, I would not care, I loved you, I would have given you everything, but you chose to blackmail me.

The Zadirs would take anything but not infidelity and definitely not blackmailing", he rasped.

He loved me?, that was in past tense, does it mean he suddenly does not care about me any longer?, I asked myself. He also called you ' Miss Janelle Parker ', my subconscious repeated, I hoped sincerely in my mind that I heard him wrong.

"Rashid we could talk about this, I know you had a bad day at work, but please don't take it out on me, I never even thought of cheating on you, I never did that for once and I would never.

I am as pure and innocent as you are, please don't turn your back on me", I had gone down on my knees, I don't know what he was talking about, I never laid on the same bed with a guy, not to mention sleeping intimately with a guy, but here is Rashid, talking like though he has proof, like though he had evidence stashed up along the files in his library.

"I should clap for you that you are still pure and innocent right?, I should jump on you like the cavemen in the seventeenth century were they jump on the opposite sex when they hear she is a virgin?.

Talk to me, is that what you want?, or I should chase after you like I am one dog", he clicked his tongue and ran his hands once more in his hair.

"So what's next?", I blurted.

"Are we going to get a divorce?, Or you would just send me out and tell the world of my infidelity to you?", I asked, wanting to know what was going on in his head.

I was afraid of him doing the latter, although my heart still aches of the thought of him breaking the ties between us.

He looked at me, I could not fathom what the look was about, but his eyes was filled with loathe, anger and hatred, I wondered how one could go from being so loving and caring to becoming so hate - filled.

"Are you going to send me away?", I questioned afraid of him keeping me in suspense.

He turned his head to look at the side of the window facing the town.

"I am not sending you away, so you're going to have to run from me", he finally says, not giving me a backwards glance, I noticed his hands turned to fist.