Page 143 of She will Always be Mine

Life has a way of surprising us.

I never thought I’d find anything that’s boring and mundane exciting until now.

Because after waking up every day with a looming dark cloud, simple has become my new exciting. I hated the shadows, the state of living in constant fear, and fighting my feelings.

Eradicating them has brought me peace.

It’s been almost a week since I confessed to Riaan and it has brought us closer than before. We’ve settled into a routine like a normal couple and I’m addicted to it more than I should.

I like waking up to him in the mornings and sleeping beside him each night. It’s like we are cocooned in a blissful nest where no darkness can touch us. Don’t get me wrong. We will have to eventually face Zain. But until then, we are content with just spending time together.

For the past few days, Riaan has been taking extra care of me, as if he wasn’t already. He compliments me, touches me every chance he can get, and calls and texts me when he’s at work while I’m at college. He worries I might have another nightmare or panic attack but I try to show him I’m stronger than I look.

One night after dinner, we sat down and I shared the lows I would feel every time I had to send a picture. Including the feelings of disgust and shame that would wash over me, followed by loneliness and emptiness.

I also confessed that there were times I wanted to give up, sometimes wishing I didn’t have to wake up.

His soothing and strong presence as he quietly listened kept me calm. And for the first time, I didn’t cry as I talked about it.

When he asked me what happened between my mom and me, I told him about the rough couple of weeks. He was still angry with her for slapping me, taking me away, and treating me so badly, so I told him about her past.

He needed to understand where she was coming from and he replied that he understands her a little better now, but he still didn’t like how she handled everything. It was more than I hoped from him.

After that, there wasn’t another heavy talk and our days were spent as they normally did. Waking up, dropping me off to college and then bringing me home, eating dinner and sleeping shortly afterward.

Of course, he kept me up on most nights and fucked me in positions I didn’t know were possible.

Muscles I didn’t know I had were sore the next morning.

Basically, there isn’t any inch in this apartment where he hasn’t fucked me. I’m glad I started taking morning pills after he took me to doctor’s because he never misses a chance to spill inside me.

The one time which still makes me blush was when I was talking to Monica on the phone while standing on the balcony and he had sneaked up behind me. The moment I saw the devious glint on his handsome face, I knew I should end the call immediately. I was about to cut the call when he shook his head in a warning. Dropping to his knees, he unbuttoned his shirt that I was wearing and ate my pussy like a madman.

I could only handle the conversation for few measly seconds before I dropped the phone and gripped his hair as I climaxed hard on his mouth. Shortly after, he bent me over the closest available surface, and he pierced me with his cock and took his own pleasure while screaming filthy expletives in my ear.

My screams had echoed into the night and I’m pretty sure the whole building heard us fucking.

With each time he fucks me senseless, the anticipation of him taking my other virgin hole increases tenfold. Almost like he’s waiting for me to beg him. And damn it, I want to.

We fuck like heathens...

Utterly insatiable.

And I pray our lives always stay this way.

He also took me to one of his weekly basketball games with his college friends and he played just like he fucks. Rough. Ruthless. Domineering.

He introduced me as his woman to everyone and their reaction was priceless. They teased him that he found someone to love other than his work. Riaan was the broody and quiet one of the bunch but gave back as good as he got.

The more he includes me into other aspects of his life, the more my fear of being together in public vanishes. My blackmailer’s threat no longer holds power over me because I’m no longer hiding our relationship.

I’m not broken and Riaan is still mine.

College and work has been keeping us busy that we didn’t realize that days has come and gone and it was now the weekend. Today is the first day of the three-day fest. The Reet brothers will be performing on Sunday night and I’m super excited. Monica’s plan to seduce them is still on which she never can seem to shut up about.

Oh, and she’s still insisting I talk to Riaan to help her despite me saying no several times.

I’m supposed to meet her right now at campus but I’m running late and haven’t even left the apartment. There are more than ten missed calls from her and I lied that I’m on my way, which was an hour ago. Riaan had to leave early and since his driver was busy today, I’ll have to take a cab.

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