A Debt for Love

OLIVIA

Slowly, Ethan slid his hand beneath my nighties, with kisses trailing across my neck to my chest. For a moment, I ran out of breath and gasped in joy. It felt so heavenly, the best feeling of my life.

He pulled the limp arms of the nightie away from my shoulders and worked his tongue around my nipples. I moaned softly, unable to conceal the joy.

My first impression had probably been wrong about him, and this was a honeymoon to remember. I wondered how many women had the pleasure of having such a hunk accompany them to cloud nine, as I enjoyed now. His touch against my body was magical, working his fingers around my clit to perfection. I lost my senses and didn’t know when I started to whimper.

After minutes of captivating foreplay, my eyes widened as he slipped his boner into my wet pussy. Oh goodness, I loved it.

We went on for hours, and I didn’t want it to stop.

I had never imagined something like this would ever result from this marriage, but I was wrong.

The morning rays of sunshine slivered through the room’s windows, and I smiled as I opened my eyes. Ethan was already dressed up and looked handsome in his office suit.

“Are you leaving already?” I said with a smile, as I got up from the bed and hugged him from behind, wrapping my hands around his chest and placing my head on his back while he faced the mirror.

He took my hand off him instantly without even looking at me.

“Take your bath and get ready to leave now.”

The silky voice that had said ‘I do’ when the bishop joined us together had now morphed into a cold one.

“Is our honeymoon over? Just like that?”

“I said get your things ready and prepare to leave! Which part of that don’t you understand?”

He turned to face me, and the whole of my being melted into a puddle of water.

“But we have not even had enough rest since we got here.”

“I said get your things ready and prepare to leave,” he yelled, gripping my chin tightly. His fiery look made my heart slam against my ribs. “I hate it when I repeat myself; don’t make me lose my patience. You’re going to hate it when I do.” He shoved me aside, and I stumbled onto the room couch.

My entire lifetime flashed before my eyes, watching the man I had sworn an oath before God to be with become a monster.

I started to whimper softly, pushing back the tears that trickled down my face.

“Quit the whimsy tears and get ready before I go hard on you.” Ethan’s voice reverberated through my ears.

“Do you think I love you?” Ethan said, with a scornful look on his face.

“I… I don’t know…” I whimpered as he pulled me by my hair, tossing me onto the bed.

“Of course you don’t know. You are nothing but a piece of unwanted sex garbage used to settle a miserable man’s debt. Don’t you ever think I will love you.”

My head banged heavily. I remained speechless and could only sob into the bedspread.

I crawled into the bathroom while he moved to the reception. I disgusted myself for becoming like this, but it was for my father, my only family.

I saved time before meeting him at the hotel’s reception. He stepped outside and asked me to wait for him while he received a call.

“…the bitch squeals like a pig…”

I overheard him speaking to someone over the phone.

“…of course, you know I never fail at that,” he chuckled softly, “she thinks I love her already after a night of sex…”

My heart shattered into a million pieces.

“Who are you speaking with?” I walked up to challenge him.

“And who do you think you are to interfere in my matters?”

“I’m that bitch you speak of, right?”

My eyes started to become teary.

He immediately clasped his hand around my neck, choking the life out of me.

“Have I not warned you not to meddle with my business? You really want to die, don’t you.”

We were at the hotel’s parking lot, and the security operatives started approaching us.

“Hey, Mr., what do you think you are doing?”

One of them asked as he hurried toward us.

“It is none of your business.”

Ethan released his hand around my neck and faced the security.

“Is he hurting you?” The man asked me. I glanced at Ethan’s cold face; fear gripped me, and my heart plunged into my stomach.

I nodded negatively and said in a low tone, “No.”

At that moment, I regretted ever having to cover up for him. Ever since, he never stopped treating me like an animal, like he had a vendetta against me for a long time.

“You gonna be fine, girl,” Emily, the only person I could take solace in, consoled me.

“I don’t know what I did wrong. Thanks for only he would tell me.” I mumbled into her lap as I lay on her living room sofa.

Whenever I felt like the oceans were about to swallow me up, it was her I ran to. I spent my day with her. If she was not on duty, I returned to the Stone’s mansion—my prison—before Ethan returned from work.

That night, I met him in the living room, all drunk, and he would not stop gulping his bottle of alcohol.

I tried to take the bottle away from his hand while he sat on the floor near the couch.

“Leave me alone, you witch!”

He yelled at me, pushing me away from him.

“Ethan, you look messy. Let me help you.” I sympathized with him, not minding the insults as I had become fond of them.

“I said leave me alone!”

“Ethan, your father would be disappointed if he saw you like this.”

“You took everything away from me, Victoria. I gave you my heart, my love, everything I had, yet you chose to leave me in pieces.”

Victoria? Who in heaven’s name is Victoria?

“I will make you pay, Vicky, I promise you.”