Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I stood there looking after her as she stalled, no doubt weighing the option of breaking down my damn gate to get out. When she put the car in reverse, I steeled myself and refused to move out of the way, standing just where she’d left me.
I dared her, our eyes meeting in the rearview mirror as she sped her way back. Let’s see who’s going to break first, little girl. I’m damn sure that this will be a deciding moment for both of us. There was only one fly in the ointment. If she touched me with that car, my brother won’t let it go.
I held my breath until she came to a stop just inches from me. Not once did either of us flinch or look away. She slammed out of the car, screeching like a wet hen, and rushed towards me. “Are you insane? Did you forget to take your meds or something?”
They say that coming close to death unleashes something inside you; maybe that’s true, who knows? What I do know is that at that moment, all I wanted was to feel her. I pulled her in and covered her lips with mine while she struggled. The more she fought, the tighter I held on with my arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her close.
When she bit my lip, I licked hers, then nibbled. Her soft moan was all I needed to ease up on my hold while prolonging the kiss and letting her take the lead. I doubt she realized that she had become the aggressor, and I was just along for the ride.
She was damn near climbing me until she snapped out of it, and I got a slap for my trouble. “Who the hell stands in the way of a moving car, you idiot?” So that’s why you’re mad. Her chest heaved with each breath as she glared up at me.
“You’re too tiny to have this much attitude. Let’s go inside before we draw an audience.” After the hell that was my brother’s courtship a few years ago, my family could do with some normal. Mom had once joked that she hoped I had an easier time of it, but it looks like that was just wishful thinking.
That damn family legend was beginning to feel more like a curse. I guess when it started back in the eleventh century, they didn’t expect women to gain their freedom or some shit because this one doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body.
My great whoever that this shit started with had the option to just drag his intended off somewhere, me, I have to dodge whatever this one throws at me. She folded her arms and took a stance that said she wasn’t going anywhere. Fine!
“Put me down, you…you…” Before she could come up with anything new to call me, that audience I was trying to avoid showed up in the form of my brother.
“Damn, bruh, what the hell did you do to piss her off? Hi Jessica, long time no see. You two finally ran each other to ground, huh! Sweet!”
“Go back inside, Roman, this doesn’t concern you; we’ll be right in.”
“I’m just here to let you know that your parents are watching you out the window. By the way, where’s your sense of danger? She looks like she wants to castrate you. Don’t do it, sis, I want nieces and nephews in the future.”
You’re having fun, aren’t you, little brother? “Don’t move.” He’d started coming down the steps, which would give him a better view of her, which I was avoiding by shielding her much smaller frame with mine. I’d like to say I was doing it for her sake because of what she was wearing, because I knew that once she calmed down, she’d be embarrassed to be seen like that, but the truth was much different. I didn’t want my own brother, the man I trusted more than anyone else in this world, to get close to her. I’m well and truly fucked.
I guess I’ll have to start avoiding close contact with my sister-in-law going forward, because if this is how he feels each time I get close, it can’t be good for his health. The shit was painful, like physically torturous. I may not put much stock in the family legend, but I must admit, if true, it’s not something to be taken lightly.
My heart felt as if something was scorching it from within. I’ve heard my brother describe experiencing something similar, and I had seen the turmoil he endured with his now wife when that shit hit him out of nowhere.
I used to think he was exaggerating, but now I realize it must’ve been torture for him. But why is this shit like this? How can a man live with these feelings day in and day out?