Bully King Became My Husband

FELICIA's P O V

It felt like a marching band was playing inside of my head when I woke up, and I had a terrible headache. I cocked my head to the side, my hand was searching in the hopes of spotting my teddy bear lying in the bed next to mine, but it was nowhere to be found.

''Oh, my teddy... where are you?''

After a few blinks, during which I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness, my gaze was drawn to a set of blackout curtains that were hung over the windows in the room, and I abruptly sat up.

This was not my room!

I felt a surge of panic rise up inside of me as I realized that I had no idea whose room I was in or what happened last night. But the very last thing I remembered was...

''Ugh!'' I fell back onto the bed.

The last thing I remembered was that I accidentally fell down the stairs in the building of my school because of that damn bully king in my class on the first day of the new term.

Everything that occurred after that was a haze, which indicates that I most likely passed out at some point.

But where am I now?

A pang of pain shot through my temple, and I had to sit up again and grab my head. Damn!

Looking around... it seemed like I was in a very luxurious room, and I was alone.

I was about to throw the covers off of me when I felt something small and warm underneath the sheets on the other side of the bed.

But... I thought I was alone!

I let out a scream when I discovered what it was. Oh, God... What exactly is this?

Because of whatever was moving under the quilt, my body went rigid and I couldn't bring myself to make any attempts to move at all.

I could feel my heart beating so quickly. Please, please, please... Just what is going on here?

I mustered up all of my bravery to find out what was hiding underneath that thing, so I slowly lifted the fabric, and my mouth dropped open in shock at what I saw.

''Oh my God!'' I let out a loud scream and covered my mouth with my hand as I retreated when I noticed a young boy who appeared to be between the ages of three and four sleeping peacefully beside me.

What was he doing here with me? What... did they take us hostage or something?

The throbbing pain in my head became even worse, and I looked around, only to frown when I found a phone that had an unusual design that I had never seen before. I investigated it further and turned it over, only to discover an apple that had been partially eaten to its side.

What kind of model is this?

It was easily opened when my finger touched the round thing on top. I was looking for a keypad but I couldn't find any, so I started touching the screen and it worked! I looked at the time and I smiled. I have never woken up this late before... but when I saw the date today, my eyes grew wide.

February of 2022?

What the hell?

The first day of the new academic year in my school was on the 11th of September 2012, and it's just yesterday which means that it's only the 12th of September today.

Shit! Is this a dream, or did I just wake up in a different world where books are real? This is not possible at all!

I spent a few moments just lying there... trying to figure out whether or not I wanted to get up and wander around or whether or not I wanted to stay in bed until someone was kind enough to tell me what was actually going on.

Or maybe, I'll just wake up this little boy who had been sleeping beside me and ask him what's happening...

''Mommy...''

The young man suddenly awoke and flashed a broad grin in my direction.

Wait! Did he just call me, mommy...?

Oh no... I'm just a regular student in high school. How can I become the mother of this boy?

''Excuse me, but... who are you?'' I asked him with some trepidation, and he looked at me with a playful grin on his face, as if he thought I was making a joke.

''Mom... I'm Kenny! I'm your son!'' he said before wrapping his arms around my neck and giving me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek, which caused me to stop dead in my tracks.

I have a son? Why...? How...?

As I hugged him back and ran my hand over his back, I couldn't help but grimace. I am completely at a loss for what to do, and I have no idea how to treat or deal with him, because all I knew was that I was just a teenager, and here I was waking up in the morning with a little boy beside me, claiming that he's my son!

That indicates... Ten years have passed... and here I am in this new world!

And now I've reached the age of 26!

Seriously?

Who exactly is my husband, though?

I recalled my younger self, when I was just 16 years old, having a crush on a student at the school named Linden.

When I thought about him... I got all weak in the knees. Long, jet-black hair, always flat ironed into straight perfection. Linden was one of the few guys who could pull off having long black hair, but he did it with style.

I was about to tell him how much I loved him when I had that accident where I fell down the stairs because of that bully king who I despised so much.

Does this indicate that I was successful in conveying my feelings to him? Have Linden and I been blessed with a son?

But before I could congratulate myself on this unproven hypothesis, the door of the room abruptly opened, and my heart nearly stopped beating in my chest.

The feeling of panic that I had when I first opened my eyes returned, but this time it was overshadowed by the pounding in my head.

Marcus, the bully king whom I detested so much, was there... standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me.

Therefore, he's also 26 years old at this point, and in that time he has aged, matured, and became more handsome. If only he wasn't bullying me, I might have been attracted to him, every girl at our school had been, he had the perfect muscular body. The perfect chiselled jaw. He was practically masculine perfection.

The young boy who was still clinging to me tightly, pulled back his head abruptly, to look at the man who was standing in the doorway.

And what transpired after that nearly caused me to lose consciousness. Kenny pushed himself away from me and jumped out of bed while shouting...

''Daddy!''

Daddy...?

Me... mommy? Marcus... daddy?

My God! He's my husband?

This couldn't possibly be...

FELICIA's P O V

Oh... hell no! Not him! Anyone but him!

It's hard for me to realize that Marcus was now married to me. All I could think about was how he picked on me when we were in school together.

Now, I was already at a high level of anxiousness. To an extreme degree. But it shot off like a rocket the moment that realization dawned on me.

And not just like a rocket that blasted off into the cosmos; it was more like a rocket that collided with a meteor, detonated, and sent the shattered fragments hurtling down into the atmosphere to obliterate the entire planet.

I was completely mistaken in my assumption that the worst thing that could happen to me today would be to have a kid sleeping in the bed next to me and called me mom.

When I found out that the person who had bullied me throughout high school was now my husband, to say that I felt panicked would be an understatement.

I was unaware that Marcus had handed Kenny off to the servant and then closed the door to the room before starting his approach to me.

''Hi, baby...'' he greeted me as he lifted my chin with his finger and looked directly into my eyes.

Damn! In the year that had passed since we'd last seen each other, I was surprised to see how much he'd grown. He has always had a muscular build, but now he appears to be quite buff.

Of course! Ten years have passed since then!

''Is there any problem...?'' He spoke to me in a low, raspy tone, and as he looked at me, his ice-blue eyes became more intense.

I blinked. What was this? Was he actually being nice?

Of course! He's my husband now!

In addition, he appeared to be under the influence of alcohol, which added to my confusion because I was sure that I had never seen him in this state before.

Marcus Blakely. Everyone loved him. Everyone but me, who he terrorized all throughout our entire time together in high school.

One of my last memories of him was kicking the back of my desk in Algebra class just to be a jerk. That was nothing in comparison to the day that he stuck gum in my hair on the way home in the school bus. Or when he stabbed my hand with his pen. I still had a scar from that event.

But when I looked down on the back of my palm, I saw nothing.

Marcus pressed me against the bed before I could say anything, which caused my eyes to get extremely wide.

''Marcus...'' my chest heaved up and down as he pulled me into his embrace. I gripped his arms when he pushed me against the bed again.

When I turned my head to look at his face, I was greeted by an expression of restlessness. He was conflicted... and I could detect a sense of loss in his expression.

And before I had the chance to ask him a question, he grabbed my nape and came dangerously close to slamming his lips into mine.

However, I cocked my head to the side, and his lips landed on my neck instead. I am unable to give him permission to kiss me on the lips because I find that act to be too intimate.

A kissed on the lips, felt as though we were communicating our love and attachment, as well as our trust and our promise to look after one another.

I had the preconceived notion that kissing was not the same as having sexual relations. It can only take place between two people who are deeply connected and love one another.

I was completely at a loss for what to do. I was at a loss for words regarding my response. I should push him away... but my mind kept telling me that since he's now my husband, I ought to behave in a manner that is appropriate for a wife to do.

As a result... I went ahead and closed my eyes, giving him permission to kiss my jaw, down to my collarbone, and up to my neck as my hands were clutching the shirt on his back.

I was unaware that my nightgown had already been ripped off of me, nor did I understand that he was kissing every inch of my body at that point.

Because of what he was doing to me, I was going crazy and I could feel the raging passion and desire that he was trying to suppress getting out of control.

When he started to move away from me, I let out a moan of protest, which made him grin. He removed his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted muscular body, and God, he has abs for miles. He looked so cut that I could probably wash a shirt on his body. My hands instinctively reached out to touch his six-pack abs as soon as he got back on top of me.

''Marcus...'' I warned him, faltering a bit since a part of me understood that it was impossible for him to come to a halt at this point.

He moaned as he continued to lean forward and ran his tongue up the side of my neck while simultaneously resting his hand on the back of my waist to draw me closer to him.

His other hand was now playing with my dampness, and he stroked his fingers all over it till I was so overcome with suffocation that I could hardly breathe.

As I felt my juices beginning to sink into his fingertips, I parted my lips slightly. My body was so sensitive to his touch. I realized that he's experiencing the same thing because I could feel the hard bulk on my stomach.

I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed his head onto me when he began sucking my neck. In the meantime, the other hand I was using was attempting to reach the bulk that was bearing down on me like a boulder.

''Fuck!'' He muttered an expletive as he felt my fingers tighten their grip on his already firm member. Because it was so stiff and hot in my grasp, it caused heat to spread throughout every part of my body.

Without warning, Marcus flipped my body around and I was pressed against the soft bed. I placed my hands at both sides of my head and gripped the pillow tightly.

''Felicia...'' he whimpered as he entered me from behind.

I bit the inside of my lower lip to keep a muffled scream from coming out, which was very close to happening.

Marcus positioned his hands on my hips and began to find his rhythm in a way that was deliberate but profound.

I arched slightly to allow Marcus to knead my breasts after his hands crept underneath me and into the space between them. While he was rolling my nipples between his fingers, I was having a terrible time stifling the groans that were coming out of my mouth.

''It's okay, baby...'' he whispered into my ear. ''Just moan for my name...''

I rested my cheek against the pillow, my eyelids immediately closed tightly, and every time Marcus thrust into me, I was pushed forward, but his pace was slow, and he always pulled out completely before entering me again, making sure that I took every inch of him.

''Felicia...'' his voice was shaking as he whispered my name, his hand moved to rub my clit, and I felt like my body was about to explode. My thoughts were all over the place, and I'm at a loss for anything else to say.

''Don't---'' my words were cut short due to the extreme pleasure he was giving me.

''If you do that---'' a soft cry left my lips. ''I...I don't think that I can hold---'' I bit my lip again, trying to suppress the sound coming out of my mouth. But it's just so hard to do so with what he's doing to my body.

''It's alright, baby...'' Marcus spoke through gritted teeth. He detached his hand from my core, only to grab my hair and pulled it back, shocking me. ''I don't think that I can hold back either...''

I was startled when he crashed into me and immediately began pounding me with great force. His other hand was covering my mouth and putting pressure on it. My whimpers and shouts were muffled.

My whole body shook and my eyes started to water because of his rough pounding. I couldn't take it anymore. I came hard in an instant while Marcus kept hammering his thick member into me.

''Felicia...'' he chanted under his breath.

After giving me a few more thrusts, he shot his seeds inside of me and then pressed his sweaty forehead on my nape.

Although we're still working to come down from our high, it is impossible for us to exert any control over our breathing at this point. The sound of our ragged breath has filled the air around us.

Marcus maintained his position and continued to cuddle me, wrapping his arms around my back as he supported me in this embrace. After giving my neck a sweet kiss, I closed my eyes because I felt like I had nothing left in me.

FELICIA's P O V

The next morning when I woke up... I kept thinking about everything that had occurred to me, including the time I fell down the stairs at school... the little boy who called me mom... and the now twenty-six-year-old bully king with whom I had sex the night before.

Oh, God! I had sexual encounters with him, and I did nothing to stop it?!

And recollections of times gone by, came flooding back.

Shit!

No! This is not the case at all!

In an effort to contain my anger, I tightly closed my eyes. This was not the real world. This whole thing was a dream – the kind that is completely incomprehensible. And this... everything that was happening to me at the time was just a figment of my imagination. I am aware that I have just emerged from a world of novels in which the main protagonists were me and Marcus.

Yes, that's it!

I heaved a sigh of exasperation as I drew the blankets up to cover my upper body, but as I did so... my hand came in contact with something warm... and hard? Oh no! Not again!

I turned my head to the side very slowly, and I caught a glimpse of Marcus looking at me with a grin on his face. As I continued to look at him with my mouth slightly agape, a sense of unease crept up from my stomach and into my chest when I realized that what happened last night was real.

He greeted me with ''Good morning...'' with low and husky voice, the smile that was plastered on his lips broadened, and I furrowed in confusion at him.

Marcus had never smiled at me in such a way before, and whenever he did... it seemed demonic, as if it were coming from the mouth of the devil himself.

He attempted to speak once again, but I prevented him from doing so by covering his mouth with my hand and not allowing him to utter a single word. ''Don't you dare say something!'' I yelled out loud. ''We're in a world of novels, right?''

He did nothing more than scowl at me, and the expression on his face suggested that he thought I was crazy, but I paid no attention to his reaction.

''Answer me!'' I said as I increased the amount of pressure I was applying to his mouth, which caused him to groan and point his finger at my hand. My eyes widened as the realization set in, and embarrassment began to wash over me. ''Oh, I... I'm sorry...''

I carefully removed my hand from his mouth and let him talk; yet, what he did caused me to retreat from him.

He felt my forehead with the palm of his hand to determine whether or not I was ill.

''Hey!'' I said as I smacked his hand away from me. ''What are you doing?''

''No...'' he shook his head. "What the hell are you doing? Why are you reacting like that? Are you feeling okay?''

''Of course!'' I snapped. ''Why on earth wouldn't I? What gave you the impression that I was crazy?''

''Hey, hey!'' he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in an act of submission. ''I didn't say you're insane!''

''But from the way you look at me, it certainly seems that way!'' I responded to him while leaning against the headboard of the bed and crossing both of my arms over my chest. ''I know that after I fell down from that stairs in the school, I somehow made my way into this realm. It was all because of you that this happened, Marcus!''

''Wait a minute, what? What are you talking about?'' he asked, his face scrunching up in confusion as he stared at me.

After a few moments, however, his face lit up in realization as if he suddenly recalled something.

''Do you... have any idea how old you are at the moment?''

''Sixteen...?'' My answer was uncertain to me because I know that this isn't the truth. ''I mean... I was just sixteen when I fell down from that staircase and then I woke up now, here in this room! In your fucking house! With that little boy----''

''That day... were you going to confess your love to... Linden?'' he asked me once more, cutting me off, and I felt a warm sensation spread throughout my body when I thought back to that day.

Linden was the object of my affections. Because... why not? I knew we were compatible.

Books were something that both of Linden and I enjoyed reading, but we didn't care much for sports. The day that he assisted a girl who was having difficulty carrying her books was the time that I realized he was more than just good looks.

And I was quite certain that we were a perfect match. All he had to do was make a move, but he didn't do it. So, I was the one who decided to make a move that day, but unfortunately... I fell down the stairs because of this... jerkface!

''Yes!'' I responded Marcus' question with my chin held high. ''You have the nerve to bring this up when you're the reason why I wasn't able to confess to him on that particular day!''

Because of this, the corners of his mouth twisted into a grin. ''You like another person, but you've had sex with me...'' he whispered.

His statement caused my eyes to widen, and I blushed harder that I even felt the heat on my feet; consequently, I leapt to my feet and dashed off to the restroom as Marcus's hearty laughter resounded throughout the room.

''Oh, God... what's this?'' I muttered to myself. ''What's happening to me? Did I just lost my memory from falling from that stairs, and now... I can't remember anything? I can't remember that I fell in love with Marcus and we got married? Oh hell, no! That's too much to bear! Ten years of losing my memory?''

In an effort to calm myself down, I switched on the sink faucet and washed my face with lukewarm water. I raised my head and fixed my eyes on my reflection in the mirror in front of me.

''What would I do now? What should I do in order to bring myself back to the person I was when I was sixteen?''

Damn it!

I cleansed my face with vigor and forcibly removing a clean face towel from the rack and wiped my face.

What if I let myself fall down to the stairs again, will that help me get back to my world?

I shook my head. That presents a significant risk. I won't put my life in danger by doing that.

What if I ended up being dead? Then I won't be able to see Kenny again---if he was really my son.

But that's possible though, because I let Marcus touch me last night. I let him have sex with me. Oh God! What was I thinking?

No. Someone possessed me last night.

That was someone else not me!

I had a sneaking suspicion that someone else was manipulating me last night, and that it involved some sort of evil or something!

My attention was drawn to the two different colored toothbrushes that were displayed on the shelf which were blue and orange. I had a feeling that the orange belonged to me, so I picked it up, smeared some toothpaste on it, and then began brushing my teeth while observing my reflection in the mirror.

Only recently did I become aware of the fact that, in addition to being far taller and more mature than I was ten years ago... I was also significantly more gorgeous. In spite of the fact that I wasn't nearly as slender as I once was... my skin retained its creamy and velvety smoothness. And the eyeglasses that I had been wearing were no longer on my face.

When I was in high school, I used to need glasses so that I could read all of the books that I enjoyed.

Just as I was going to rinse my mouth out with water, I heard someone knock on the door making me startle.

''What?!'' When I opened the door, my jaw dropped as I saw Marcus standing there in all his splendor with his broad shoulders resting against the wall. ''What do you want?''

''Well... I simply wanted to let you know that... that orange toothbrush you're holding is yours,'' he said, pointing to the one I was holding.

''I know!'' I replied while giving him the evil eye and rolling my eyes.

''And that is an electric toothbrush...'' he added. ''Are you familiar with how to make use of it...?''

What?!

As I raised the toothbrush to my eye level in order to examine it, the pupils in my eyes expanded. This is an... electric toothbrush?

''Of course I'm aware that this is an electric toothbrush!'' I yelled out, desperately attempting to conceal my embarrassment. ''I know I lost my memory... but obviously not any of my intelligence!''

I turned around and went back to the sink, where I washed my toothbrush and rinsing my mouth while allowing Marcus to watch me through the open door.

''What else do you want?'' I inquired as I put the toothbrush back where it belonged, simultaneously making a mental note to research the correct technique to use it the next time I needed it.

''Kenny is your son...'' he stated in a hush tone, but loud enough for me to hear.

I turned to face him, my eyebrow raised, and my lips curved into a mocking smirk saying, ''That's not true. I don't believe you...''