Deranged Lust, Tina Mahnam [ink book reader .txt] 📗

go back to all the horrid memories I wanted to put behind me, but somehow they would always manage to haunt me. "My father...he was in coma for four years after his accident." The atmosphere fell silent, he looked down, keeping his eyes off of mine. "My mom couldn't do anything around the house anymore, it broke her to see her high-school lover sleep endlessly in the hospital without being able to open his eyes for his family. I was only around ten and a half by then. I didn't know what to do, especially with my six-year old sister who wouldn't stop crying, knowing that she missed our dad so much. Since my mom couldn't do anything, I was the second mom of the house. I would clean, cook, and take care of my sister as well as doing the normal school things." I felt him place his hand on my upper-thigh, stroking it in order to soothe me down, knowing I was growing more tense the more I reminded myself about those tough days. "I used to be bullied a lot in my school, especially since every kid knew my dad was in a coma. They would tease me a lot for it. We had this salon with a big swimming pool where everyone would hang around when it was time for the competitions. After the competition, I was helping out the competitors and handed them towels. One of my bullies happened to be the competitor. The moment I handed her the towel she threw me in the deep pool, I didn't know how to swim by then so I started drowning." I noticed John's jaw drop, he didn't know what to say. Heck, even I didn't know how to react to the fact that it actually happened to me. "People would scream, the teachers would freak out, and the lifeguard wasn't there at the moment. The students refused to help me, because they were too scared. At that moment I thought that I was actually going to die, but remembering that if I drowned to my death, I would be leaving my family behind. Especially, my sister. The more I felt my lungs tighten, the more I would struggle to swim to the top. And that's when it all happened, I opened my eyes, being able to see everything around me, and I started to naturally swim to the top. Nobody saved me. I saved myself. After that incident, I started to take swimming lessons. Somehow, the water calmed me down. Sure, I spent more time on swimming than studying, but it was the only thing that kept me strong about the fact that my family and life was a mess."

"Rebecca, I don't know what to say. That's the strongest thing I've heard anyone do." He continued to stroke my thigh with the hand he still had on. I gave him a small smile then nodded in agreement. "Do you wanna go for a swim?" He asked gently, I exchanged a confused look, "You just took a shower." He chuckled then got up, he took his shirt off and jumped in the pool, water splashing all over the edge. He swam to the top, and gripped my wrist. "Does it look like I care?" He grinned. He next pulled me down in the pool, causing me to squeal in surprise. He held onto me, making sure I didn't get hurt. His hands wrapped around my clothed waist as he pulled me closer to his body and finally leaned in, kissing me. I returned the favor back, gripping my hands around his neck, feeling myself melt the more I got closer to him. We both pulled away, giving me chance to take my clothes off and throw them onto the edge of the pool, being left with the swim-suit I had prepared underneath. He laughed loudly, "You're always prepared, aren't you?" I giggled then muttered a low yes. I quickly swam away from him, "Come and catch me." I played around. He groaned loudly then started to swim to where I swam, trying to snatch me. This was what I liked. I was surrounded by the water that calmed me in every situation along with a man whom I found very attractive both mentally and physically. I just wish I never received that text from Bruce saying he was almost home.

 

Chapter 4 - Those Three Words

 

"I didn't want to leave this place so soon, I was just starting to have fun." I frowned as Bruce continued to focus on his driving. "It's okay, we'll visit this place next time, first we need to start planning our engagement party." I groaned in annoyance, too inactive to even start thinking about the hard-work we'll have to go through just to plan a simple party. "But I'm too lazy to work." I whined. Bruce rolled his eyes playfully then slapped my leg gently, "You idiot, do you really think I'm even going to let my wife even touch a single thing for this event? We'll get a planner along with some workers. No biggie." I clapped my hands in excitement then planted a kiss on his cheek, "And that's why I love you." He chuckled then began to blast our favorite song. I know what everyone's thinking. I just spent the whole quick vacation covertly meeting up with John every night, having deep conversations, bonding, and the more closer I got to know him the more attracted I found him to be, and here I am confessing to Bruce, my soon-to-be husband, that I love him. I'm getting nigher to finding out what kind of man he really is. If I even try to admit that I don't like him, or that I'm cheating on him with his best-friend behind his back, God knows what in the world he'll do. So, my plan is to marry him, get his money, support my family, accuse him of cheating, and divorce him then marry John and live the life I always wanted. It sounds easy, but I know for a fact that it's not, Bruce is a smart man. He has a trick up his sleeve anytime of the day, and I need to try and figure out how I can be the one to trick him instead of having it go the other way around.

"We're here-" Before he could say anything else I hurriedly rushed out the car. I can't stand those vehicles for more than an hour or so. That's why I loathe these rides, mostly because they make me feel more uncomfortable than I already should. I walked into the house, and got greeted by the maids who coped with the struggle of keeping our home as shiny as it was the moment we left. I ran up to our room, and took a quick shower. After coming out I heard some muffled noises coming from out my room. I sneakily walked towards the door and stuck my ear against it to try and hear what they were trying to say. "Give him the goddamn money, I don't wanna see his face ever again!" Bruce argued through what seemed like phone-call with someone. I tried to make out what he was saying, and soon realized what it all meant. "I can't see John anywhere near Rebecca. I swear on my life if he tries to steal another one of my girlfriends, I'll snap his fucking head in less than a second!" He yelled, then hung up the phone. I ran up to the bathroom door, and when Bruce entered I pretended as if I had just gotten out of the shower. "Bless you, honey." He smiled. I replied with a small thank you then proceeded to put some clothes on.

I couldn't let him get rid of John, not just because I'm selfish, but because that poor man has already gone through so much. I can't let Bruce do that to him, not after what he did to his sister. There was only one way where Bruce wouldn't think that I was somehow allured to John. One was to seduce Bruce, and treat him in a way I would have treated John. Second, talk bad about his best-friend daily, that way I'll fool him into making him think that I found John as a disgusting pig rather than anything else. "Rebecca?" Bruce soon interrupted my thoughts, I turned around to have myself smile at him, "How are you doing?" He asked. Well, here goes nothing.

"I'm really pissed at you." I crossed my arms against my chest. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, staring at me in suspicion, "What? Why?" 

"I don't like your friend, John. He makes me really intolerable." I gave a look of disgust, Bruce shifted in his seat, trying to figure out if whether I was staid or not. "Really? I thought you liked him." He kept a straight face on. "You're kidding right? That creep kept staring at me so much, I felt so uncomfortable every time he even glanced at me." Bruce smiled, I knew it. I knew he felt competitive towards John, if I keep making him feel that I hate his own best-friend, he'll be the happiest guy on earth. "I'm happy to hear that, honey." He kissed my forehead then left the room. I released a sigh of relief then checked my phone to find a notification from John. "Speak of the devil." I mumbled to myself. I read the message then felt my chest tighten in stress. I checked the time then looked around to see if anyone was around or not. I deviously walked upstairs to find Bruce's study-room locked. I immediately ran downstairs and exited the house from the back-door. I walked around the garden in the dark, barely being able to see anything. "Rebecca!" I heard someone whisper-yell my name. I looked to my side then ran into John's embrace. He quickly kissed me before letting me go, "What in the world are you doing here, you idiot!" I slapped his arm in frustration, he giggled then shrugged in response, "I guess I just missed you. It's not in my hands, I just couldn't stop thinking about you." I felt myself go in awe then leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss him once again. "Okay, now go." I punished him with my words calmly, then managed to push him out the entrance forcefully. "I love you!" He quickly said before dashing his way out of Bruce's property.

As I walked back to the living room I couldn't close my widened eyes. I was so shocked to hear him say those words to my face, it was all so sudden and my brain couldn't function well enough to try and reply at least, or even accept the fact that he told me those three strong words straight away. I try to shake it off, then notice Bruce walking down the stairs, "Hey, where were you?" He asked, approaching me in less than a couple seconds. I glanced at the door then back at him, "Oh nothing I just took a walk around the garden to clear my mind about some things." I lied. It wasn't