Chapter 4 TAKEN

TAKEN

It's been a month since the cheating incident, we both share the same bed, but it ended like that, nothing more, sometimes he doesn't even come home at night, I still carried out my wifely duties, I made sure I stayed up until 1:00 am everyday, standing by the window pane waiting for him.

Sometimes I wake up in the morning, to find that I had slept with my head on the desk, other times while I was waking up from bed he was leaving the room for work.

Today, I woke up, I felt a presence in the room, I rubbed my eyes to see him buttoning the wrist side of his shirt.

I have been meaning to talk to him and maybe I would just give it a shot, although I have been hurting from his words, I have been secretly praying inside of me that he lets go of the fake news given to him.

After that night of the incident, I was so foolish to think that he was only pranking on me and wanted to know how I would react to it, only for me to wake up that morning and he had begun giving me attitude.

"Good morning", I said, hoping to get a response.

He hummed, strode to his drawer brought out his coat and put it on, wait .... I was getting snubbed?.

I came out from bed and put on my flip flops before stroding towards him, he was still standing in front of his closet.

I was two inches away from him, "You know you can't continue giving me the silent treatment right, it hurts like hell, send me away let me know my stance.

If you keep treating me like this ....., I don't think I would be able to live through with it, please just speak to me, you are really hurting me, please babe", I pleaded, my voice very calm and soothing.

He still didn't say anything, he closed the door of his closet shut and turned to face me, I gulped immediately, the sight of him was always a killer one, which always made me loose it, but damn, this isn't the right time to think of something like this, another day, I told myself, when we both have healed and moved on.

"If you can't live through with it, then you should die through with it, it's either the former or the latter, it's your choice to make", he says as he walked away from me, picked up his briefcase and left the room.

"Ohh God", I muttered, death was perfectly better than the treatment he was giving me right now.

I knew better than waiting for him to open up to me, let me at least know where I had hurt him, God please he should just let me in.

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After much thought I decided that I was going to leave, I had to since staying here felt like I was living on him, I didn't want to feel indebted whatsoever, but I just wasn't going to leave without taking a piece of him.

I was going to leave after my mission and aim this night is accomplished, an evil smirk appeared on my face, I don't know but right now I was feeling like Queen Jezebel, if I wasn't even worse than her.

I was going to map out all my plans out, so I don't make a very big, foolish mistake and end up making a big fool of myself.

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Rashid came back from work late at night as usual, I wasn't surprised because it was already a part of him and I just had to wait patiently at table for him.

I waited so long that I had already lost count of time, but I guess God always stick through with his children in all their difficult times, and that included now, because just when I was going to give up and go to bed, I heard footsteps walking towards our room.

I quickly walked to the bed and pretended I was sleeping, yeah, so he would think I was over everything.

I heard the knob of the door turn and opened, his fragrance whiffed through my nose, I don't know but where I got the courage to do what was in my mind right now, I really don't know, but what I was so sure of is that, I was going to carry out my plans.

Five minutes after he had entered inside the room, I heard ruffling of clothes and damn I knew what was next, he was going to call Amancia to bring him a glass of fruit juice.

Yes, that was definitely what happened next, after she had dropped the fruit juice, he walked into the bathroom to have his shower.

I quietly removed the blanket which I used in covering myself up, I tiptoed to the glass of fruit juice which she dropped on the table, brought out the doxephine silenor, a very functional sedative, which makes one become drowsy.

I poured a teaspoon of it into his fruit juice and stirred it before tiptoeing back to the bed, I slid back into it, pretending I was sleeping.

After he was done bathing, I watched him walk into the room with just a white towel wrapped around his waist, he cleaned himself off with another body towel, he walked to the drawer and let the towel drop from his waist.

He opened the drawer and brought out a loose pant which he put on, he wore nothing from his waist up, it was usual, he never slept with his chest clothed, it was always bare, which gave me something to drool about whenever he was sleeping.

My mind went back to that night it had rained heavily, it was the first time he had come home earlier than usual, I had been in the garden all day, crying my eyes off and when the rain started pouring down heavily, I let it cascade down my body, maybe it was God punishing me for whatever infidelity I had meted out to my husband, which I don't know of.

After spending almost an hour under the rain, I went upstairs to the room, I was a shivering mess, all my clothes stuck to my body, I looked like a rat that had almost drown in water, my hair clunged to my face.

Immediately I entered the room, I could feel Rashids' angry gaze on me, he never spoke a word to me, neither did I.

I opened my closet and began changing immediately, not minding if he would see me or not, after all he had been seeing me, so there was nothing else to hide from him.

I was done changing up and turned around to walk up to the bed when I felt his heated gaze on me, it wasn't filled with loathe like the first night, neither was it filled with anger like when I entered the room. Rather his heated gaze on me was filled with desire and passion, yes, I was supposed to feel it to, because that was the same gaze I had on him.

He groaned and went back to bed, I know how much it would have cost him from restraining himself from touching me, it would have really cost him a lot, because I know how many times he kept tossing around the bed and when he finally entered the bathroom, where he spent almost fifteen minutes in, before coming out again.

His going in and out of the bathroom continued at intervals.

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He walked to the table and took down the juice drink in one huge gulp, he sat on the couch, after some few minutes he came back to bed, I noticed his step was fumbling, perfect, I smiled to myself.

When I was sure he had gone deep asleep, I quietly sat up in bed, sat astride him and began taking his pants down his thighs, he was a bit heavy to turn, but anyways I wasn't going to take the whole pant down, I was going to leave it to rest on his knee.

Once I had taken it down, his organ came alive in my hands, I massaged it like the way I had watched in movies, it didn't take me so long and it sprang up. It came alive in my hands, Power Of The Touch Of A Woman. I slowly let it go deep, it was painful at first, but later the pleasure came too.

Throughout the night I took him in more ways than I had fantasized, with him grinning, not knowing or caring about his current state, due to how sedated he was. He was a total mess, grinning and smirking all through, not knowing I was having my way with him.

I was just so greedy not to take a piece of him away with me, he was going to deny me everything, but he was never going to deny giving me my pleasure.

I, on top, and him below.