Dear Future Husband, Dannielle Alexander [story reading .TXT] 📗

I opened my eyes to rays of sun that shun from the windows which curtains were drawn back and I suddenly felt lonely. I sat up thinking about Lucas and where he could have gone to again, then I heard the shower being turned off and he came from the bathroom, drying his hair with his towel and his man hood uncovered so I could have a full view. I sat there gazing at his full figured, toned body thinking of all the naughty things I could to him. “Like what you see?” he smiled and causing me to blush because he caught me practically swooning over him. “Maybe, but I’ve seen bigger and better things before,” I joked, but honestly his is the biggest I’ve ever had out of the two guys I’ve been with before him. “Are you sure about that, because I could recall someone screaming my name on a certain wedding night begging me to stop,” he answered smirking at me. I got up from the bed and walked towards the door trying to get away from the sex god that stood in the room. I didn’t even hear him move but his hand was placed above mine and he was standing right behind me he lifted both his hands caging me between them, his body now pressed against mine with my back now facing the door. He brought his lips down to mine filled kissing me roughly; I could almost feel the want and need radiating off of him. He picked me up wrapping my legs around his torso. My hands found their way in his hair pulling and tugging at it every chance I got. He carried me to the bed laying me down gently the bed, kissing my lips and making a trail down to my neck. His hands found their way up my clothes grabbing and tugging at my breast. Suddenly the door opened and in came some woman with a tray, “Room servi-“ she began. Lucas jumped off of me and sat on the bed pulling me on top of him to cover his parts. “I’m sorry…” the woman began and I saw that it was the receptionist from the front desk. “I’m sorry my ass, have you ever heard of knocking, that’s what they teach you shabby ladies in this place to just barge into people’s room without informing them that you were even coming, and beside no one ordered room service so what are you doing here?” I was pissed I wanted to grab the bitch and beat the hell out of her, but I had to keep my cool I don’t want to be sent thrown out of this place for beating one of the receptionist for eye-raping my husband. “You know what, just get out, now before I cripple you ass and you won’t be able to even walk out of this room,” I snapped at her. She left seconds later and I walked into the bathroom to run a hot bath to let off some steam and to forget about everything for a moment and just relax.

After my bath I brushed my teeth and did my hair and makeup, put on some beach clothes and left the room. “Where are you going?” Lucas tried to stop me but I wasn’t paying attention to him I just wanted to go for a walk by myself to ease the stress. When I reached outside I walked down to the shore, sitting down I placed my feet in the water and gazed into the distance. Lucas came and sat beside me, “why are you ignoring me?” he asked making sure to not sound too harsh. “I’m not ignoring you…”I began taking his hand in mine entwining our fingers together, “it’s just that when I see other women staring and lusting after you I tend to get jealous and kind of possessive over you, and I don’t want to keep you in a cage or anything like that but I don’t want to share you either, because I love you and I don’t want you to hurt me,” tears were running down my face now, because of the thought of him leaving me for another woman. He immediately wiped them away, “Baby I promise you that I’ll never do anything to hurt you, and why would I ever want to leave such a beauty like yourself to go for any other woman, trust me you got it all the looks, the body damn the body,” he said licking his lips as though he was tasting me, “the personality and the smile and did I mention the body.” I was smiling now, “And there it is that million dollar smile of yours,” he said, kissing me on the cheek. “I Love you,” I whispered to him, he smiled back at me showing his pearly white teeth. “I Love you too Amelia, always have and always will,” he stood up offering his hand to me, which I took he led me further down the beach and we walked and talked until we found ourselves at the end of the dock gazing at the sea. “So cute that you actually didn’t want the lady to your, you know parts,” I laughed. “What you can’t say ‘penis’ or would you prefer ‘dick’,” he joked. I covered my ears but could still hear him clearly, “Don’t say those word in public, Lucas.” “What penis or dick?” he asked laughing, but it’s not funny at all he so embarrassing. “Talking about dick how about we head back to our room and finish what we started earlier?” he asked and I could hear the lust in his voice. “Nope,” I said popping the ‘P’. Then I was pick up and thrown over his shoulder and carried back to the resort. He must have speed walked because before I knew it my back had made contact with the bed and my clothes were being removed from body with trails of kisses and hickeys left on my neck and breast.

 Amelia POV continued...

The next morning, when I got up I could hardly walk, but I got out of bed anyway, I walked down to the reception area after freshening up to get something to eat. “Good Morning, Mrs. Anderson,” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, I turned noticing that it was Brandon the guy we met when we came to the resort. “Good Morning, Brandon, how’ve you been?” I asked him pointing at the seat next to me for him to sit so we could get to know eachother. “Ma’am I can’t, we are not allowed to sit and talk to our guest,” he told me, but I wasn’t listening I took his hand and pulled him into the seat. “Well tell me…” I began, he just sat there looking uncomfortable, “how long have you been working here?” “It’s been one year and seven months since my father gave me the company, he passed it along to me in his will after he died,” his eyes and his voice had a sign of sadness now and I could see that his father was a touchy subject for him. I placed my hand on his comforting him, “I so sorry for your lost,” I told him. He pulled his hand away from me and began playing with his fingers. “I’m sorry, it’s just you looked like you needed someone to talk to, so I thought that I could be that shoulder for you to learn on,” I reassured him. “Thank you,” he whispered before standing up and leaving the table, leaving to bask in my thoughts.  I really was sorry for his lost, I didn’t mean to bring back sad memories for him, but I wanted to get to know him because he seemed like a nice person. Besides, if his father left the company to him why is he working as a usher, greeting people and sitting in an office somewhere. I have to find out, but not now I don’t want to pressure him anymore.

I walked upstairs and was about to open the door when I heard faint moaning sounds, I open the door slightly, peeking inside I say Lucas, my husband kissing and groping all over some blonde haired slut. I ran out slamming the door behind me, tears were running down my face, “Mrs. Anderson,” I heard Brandon call after me, but I didn’t stop running I wanted to get as far away from this place as I possibly could. “Amelia?” I could hear the worry in his voice as he stood a few feet away watching me wipe tears from my eyes; it was just replaced by more tears. I sat on the sand pulling my legs to my chest, allowing all the tears to flow freely. Brandon came and sat down beside me watching as I cried my heart out, “why are you not running the business from your father’s office,” I asked him trying to keep my mind off of the situation I was facing. “What?” he questioned caught off guard. “Why are you not sitting in your office which your father gave you?” He still looked puzzled but answered the question, “my step-mother, when my father died she was happy because she always wanted one of her sons to run this business, when she found out that the company was handed down to me, she hated me for it and forced me to work as an attendant to people who come to spend time in this resort.” “Step-mother’s they are bitches aren’t they,” I laughed, “just like the blonde bitches who work in this hotel who tend to sleep with married men,” tears began to run down my cheek again. Brandon was attempting to wipe them off but everytime he did more would just come down. He placed a hand on my back rubbing it soothingly. I rested my head on his shoulders feeling happy because I didn’t have to be here by myself.

I was walking back to my rom room now ready to pack my things and leave this place, “where were you?” Lucas asked me, I ignored him completely grabbing my bags and placing my clothes in it. “Where do you think you going?” he was standing behind me. I could smell the alcohol on him and it made me worried about what he was going to do if I left. I slipped around him and went to grab more clothes. He grabbed my bag from my hand flinging it to the other side of the room; I was then slammed against the door with his hand wrapped tightly around my throat. I was gasping for breath tears streaming down my face. “Stop the god damn crying bitch,” he barked at me, my face started to burn as his hand came in contact with it. He let go of me, I fell to the floor cradling my face in my hand, crying buckets of tears, his words ringing in my ear. I then received multiple kicks and slaps. I was bumped and bruised all over and my body and I flinched as his hand came in contact