Chapter 4 Nemesis

There was definitely something about Chris. As we rode home, he fixed his gaze on me, making me uncomfortable.

I couldn't ask him what it was, but I made up my mind to get his number. Atleast he could text me whenever he had something on his mind rather than staring at me with those big eyes of his.

We arrived at "our home"

Yeah I now address Peter's house as "our home" afterall, I'm his wife now and it is my duty to build a home.

As I struggled to get my bag and arrange my dress before alighting the car, the car door opened.

I looked up to see Peter waiting patiently for me to alight.

I was confused. Is he doing this out of care? Or is he hurrying me out of the car? I didn't know.

I stepped down from the car, and took his already stretched out arm.

He wrapped my arm solidly in his, squeezing my arm so tight, that I could feel my skin peel off.

I made slight adjustments just in case it was a mistake, but he turned to me, his eyes red and his lips twitched and cracked.

I sensed he was angry. Furious even and so I ignored the pain I felt and just walked with him slowly.

"Chris" Peter called.

"You can leave, your services won't be needed for the rest of the day" he added.

"Thank you sir" Chris said and walked out heading to the gate.

Before I could turn to look at him, he already left.

I got scared. Now I'm alone in this big house with Peter. What exactly is he up to? I asked myself.

We got to the bedroom and Peter asked me to remove my dress.

Gently, I unzipped my gown, but it seemed too slow. Peter rushed at me tearing open my gown.

"Oh no!" I cried expressing my frustration.

"What did you do that for?" I asked displeased, almost teary.

Peter gave no reply. He acted like no one was speaking. He just stared into my eyes and this time, I stared back.

I saw the look. It wasn't admiration like it was in the morning. But it had the other look I couldn't decipher earlier.

Hunger! It was hunger and lust mixed with rage.

He dragged me close to his chest and began to run his hands on my back.

For a split second,I thought of how to escape this, but no idea came to mind . As I pondered, he stopped, stepped away from me and turned his back to me.

He removed his shirt, next was his pants and then his singlet. He threw them all on the bed.

"My woman" he called out as he started moving towards me.

I started moving backwards,trying to avoid what was coming for me.

"I waited all my life to have you to myself. I always knew I wanted you, and I was determined to do anything to get you. Now you're mine." He said, still progressing towards me.

"I don't care what Clara told you, you're going to do my biddings regardless " he added.

He reached me and held my waist. He stroked my hair.

Now there was no escape for me. I thought to hit him and run away, but there was nothing close by.

I can't bring myself to have sex with the one man who forcefully deflowered me.

"Let me be" I cried shouting at the top of my voice, exposing protruding veins on my face and neck, as I struggled to break free from his hold.

He didn't bulge, he held me firmly instead.

He carried me and dropped me on the bed. He came at me, kissing life out of my body.

His kisses started from my bare thighs, up to my belly button. He moved to my breasts,his wet tongue caressing every part of my nipple. I gasped for air as I enjoyed the pleasure.

At this point, I lost control of my physical strength.

He hit a spot that weakened me, and I gave in. He progressed to my neck, kissing my neck passionately.

Slowly he progressed to my earlobes. At this point, I held him tight.

He looked up at me and gave a smile. Finally, he locked his lips in mine and kissed me for the longest time.

I never had a kiss that long in my life time.

In the two years I've been with Jerry, we've not had a kiss longer than 3 minutes.

Peter kissed me deeply, making sure to suck off all the hidden vitamins on my lips, and I reciprocated this act by holding on to him firmly.

I kissed him back deeply like I wanted it, or I miss being kissed. We had sex.

He made love to me in a way I couldn't imagine possible. He was tender with me, making sure to be gentle with him.

Something in me changed after that. I can't pick it out, but my heart got softer for him after that.

We slept on the same bed for the first time in our two-days old marriage.

When I woke up the next morning,he wasn't there.

"Where could he have gone this early?" I thought.

As I thought about it,I remembered Clara. I reached for my damaged phone and dialed her number.

"Hello, Clara Mayne here, how may I help you?" The voice called out.

"Hi, it's Lila, Peter's..."

"Wife? Okay" Clara interrupted

"Meet me at the coffee cafe at 11th Drew's Avenue 10a.m" Clara said and hung up.

"Woah" I shouted. I shrugged it off, got up and got ready.

I stopped a taxi and got to the cafe. While I sat waiting for Clara, I tried to imagine what exactly it was she wanted to tell me that I didn't already know.

Peter is rude, mean, loves no one asides himself. So what else? I wondered. I was dead in thought, I didn't realize Clara was here already.

"A penny for your thoughts?" She called out jolting me back to reality.

"I'm sorry, I was carried away" I responded adjusting on my sit.

"Ok, straight to why we're here" Clara said and paused staring deep into my eyes.

"Can you handle this information??" She asked me.

"Yes, sure anything" I responded uncertain.

"You're not his first. He's married to two others on contract. I guess you're also married to him on contract." She laughed

"He'll cheat on you. He's allowed to have as many girls to himself as he wants. Matter of fact, half the number of his female employees are his mistresses. There's more" she chuckled.

"Your father, what's wrong with him?" She asked

I was too shocked to reply, I just sat there with my mouth wide open as the tears dropped down my cheeks.

"You're not the only person he sleeps with in your family. He just married you to cover it."

My eyes widened at the sound of what Clara just said.

"What?" I asked shocked.

"What do you mean Clara?" I asked. My phone rang at that time. It was Peter.

Somehow, Clara sensed that it was Peter calling.

"That's all for today" she said and stood up.

Before I could stop her, she walked away, leaving me to my tears and frustration.

As I cried, I wondered "who could it be?"

I felt a presence around me

As I raised my head, he was there across my table, right where Clara was earlier.

The love of my life was there, staring at me.

I was shocked, I almost gave up the ghost.