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

of his soft lips as they meshed with mine. I pulled away from him realising what just happened, "you just took advantage of me," I smiled at him. "Maybe, but it's not considered taking advantage when you enjoyed it," he smiled back, placing another kiss on my lips before wrapping his arms around me again and going back to sleep.  Living with Brandon Part 2

Brandon's POV

 

Ever since my father’s death, I have felt nothing for anyone. After being forced out of the lives of his widowed wife I shut down all emotion to protect myself. But now, with Amelia, I’m feeling things that I’ve never felt before, I’m not sure if it’s love because I don’t really know what that feels like, my father left me the company off of sympathy because of what he did to my mother and I when I was younger. I vowed after his death to live my life in the moment at hand, and now with Amelia in my arms I know that I really want her, and everything that comes with the commitment, but at the same time I’m so fucking scared of opening doors that I’ve locked up for so long. A smile found its way onto my lips as I watched her sleep she looked beautiful, she looked relaxed and at ease.

I got up going to take a shower and brush my teeth, I rose from the bed making sure to not wake her, she stirred a little in her sleep but didn’t get up, last night when she slept I could of heard her screaming Lucas’ name in her sleep and I felt hurt because I could have stopped her from going to that room, but even if I did she wouldn’t listen. I walked all the way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, I made bacon and eggs with toast bread, I placed a plate in the microwave for her when she comes down. I sat on my island counter eating my breakfast when I felt someone’s arm snake their way around my torso, I turned around pulling her into my arms on the stool and placing a kiss on her cheek, “good morning, gorgeous,” I told her, she instantly pulled away from me, I was shocked at her reaction, she looked scared and helpless, I wanted at that moment to make her feel comfortable around me,  I didn’t want her be scared  every time I touch, kiss or hold her I wanted her to be happy and cheerful like she used to be when she was around him, “Amelia?” I called, as I read her face for any signs of hurt. “Huh? Yeah what?” she seemed completely out of it for a second and I noticed that tears were beginning to form at her eyes. I knew that I had brought up past memories that she wanted to leave in the past and move on with her life but didn’t know how to, I wanted to be that person to be there for her and looking at her in front of me made weak and helpless I just wanted to officially make her mine, to let her know I wasn’t going anywhere, I would always be by her side no matter what situation comes her way I had to make sure she doesn’t face it alone. I pulled her into me placing my lips on hers; she didn’t respond at first being caught off guard at my sudden action, I wanted her now and badly. I pulled her closer to me allowing her to feel the growing bulge in my pants that she gave me, she smiled against my lips. I pulled away from her, “I want you,” I told her, she responded with a smile pulling my lips back to hers. I lifted her up placing her on the island counter standing between her legs I kissed her roughly, biting her bottom lips causing her to moan giving me access to her mouth, our tongues fought for dominance as the sexual tension filled the air. We made our way to the bedroom pulling and tugging at eachothers clothes throwing anywhere we could, by the time we had made it to the bedroom I was left in my boxers and Amelia was completely naked, I laid her on the bed standing up to have a look at her beautiful body, which was curved in all the right placing, her golden brown skin, her curly hair that reached half way down her back and her hazel brown eyes she is truly a beauty. I climbed on top of her, ready to take my treasure that was between her thighs.

We got up going to clean ourselves, I allowed her to have her bath first, watching the way she walked as though she was having pains down there. She walked out moments later strolling over to me; she kissed me gently on the lips before sitting down on the bed beside me. “What was that for?” I asked her unsure of the reason why she kissed me not that I was complaining. “That was because, no matter how much I want to kick you in the nuts for practically destroying my vagina, I won’t because I enjoyed it, why I enjoyed it I have no idea but I did.” I smirked at her before making my way to the bathroom, I turned towards he,  watching her petite body in nothing but a towel made me want to have my way with her over and over again but I know that she’s in pain so I’ll let her rest, for now that is. I entered the bathroom turning on the shower, thinking to myself whether it was the time to let her in on my personal life, I hadn’t told anyone about my life before, I had met my father but I trusted her and hoped that the feelings she has towards me wouldn’t just fade after she hears my story. I had my shower and left the bathroom ready to open up to her. She still laid on the bed, I leaned against the walling, “I was fifteen years old when I moved in with my father and his second wife after my mother had died,” I began not sure she was even listening, she then sat up on the bed looking at me with eyes that said ‘continue with your story’, “I hated him, I had the memory of him constantly beating and taking advantage of my mother plastered in my head, I was forced to live with him because he wanted to apologize for all the wrong he did to myself and to her, but I wasn’t having his bullshit he pulled on my mother making her believed that he loved her when he knew he didn’t, his wife was the worst she made my brother and I move to boarding school, my brother died a few years after we left from an overdose of drugs, I hated the bitch my for the rest of my life and blame her every day for my brothers’ death, when I turned twenty-three I came back from abroad and was told that my father had died from a heart attack and died two months before I returned, when his will was read I, it said that he had left his resort to me, being the bitch that his wife is she forced me to work as the attendant, she kicked me out of the house, my fucking house, I belonged there more than she did!” I began hitting the wall repeatedly anger taking over my body, even as my fist repeatedly beat the wall, I couldn’t feel the pain as the anger I had towards that woman built the adrenaline up within me until I felt dull. Immune to all feeling, I didn’t stop until my fist was red. Blood was running down my hand and I stopped when I felt the softest and most gentle touch from a shaking hand, I looked towards Amelia and saw that she looked scared and was also concerned about how I had all that anger within me. She took my hand leading me to the bathroom, washing all the traces of blood that had was dripping from me, “I love you,” I had no idea where that came from but I knew that it was true I am really sure that am in love with her. I knew she wasn’t sure about how she felt about me so I pulled her into my me wrapping my arms tightly around her waist kissing her on her eyes first, “I love you,” I told her, after I kissed her two eyes, I kissed her nose, “I love you,” she smiled her pearly whites at me and I proceeded to kiss her both cheeks, “I love you,” before I reached her lips I looked into her eyes and saw that she felt the same way, she also felt safe and protected and I wanted to keep things that way. “I love you more,” she said, those three words that were not much but held the strongest meaning I know of, I smiled overjoyed at her kissing her roughly on the lips.

 

I CAN'T

 Amelia POV

 

“How could I have fallen for someone this fast am I really in love with this guy or am I just looking for someone to depend on and someone to be by my side when I do have my baby. I’m in a lost place right now and I really need to get as far away from here as possible. I need money and a place to stay I can’t go to my parent’s house because they don’t know what taking place in my life right now, and I don’t plan on telling them anytime soon. I’m not sure if I could trust this guy that I’m staying with right now but I’m happy that he here. To say that I’m in love with him right now I would be lying because I don’t and I don’t really plan on loving anybody but myself and my baby for the rest of my life. I feel so stupid for giving myself up to this guy so easily, maybe I should have just stayed at the hospital, but he would have dragged me to the car anyway, I should have probably ran away from here when I got the chance, I could still run, I can’t stay