Marrying my high school bully

Melissa

Relief washed through me when we finally arrived at his house, which used to be my house as well. Cold chills ran down my spine as a nostalgic feeling hit me hard in the chest.

The building was still the same including the type of flowers that bordered around the facade of his beautiful penthouse. The pool glittered under the rays of light reflecting from the incandescent bulbs.

Like the gentleman he was, he opened the car door for me and waited for me to come out before closing it.

“I miss this place,” I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself, but my voice wasn’t that inaudible because he gazed at me with a curious expression.

“Have you ever been here before? How can you miss a place you’ve never been to?” He asked in amusement and I quickly let out a nervous giggle.

“Don’t take my words seriously. This place just reminds me of a place I’ve been to before, that’s all.” I let out the words in a rush and gave myself a mental slap for not keeping a leash on my tongue.

He said nothing else then led me in, our fingers entwined. His gesture was soothing, but it also aroused the calm butterflies in my stomach.

I liked how he took care of me, but when I looked into his eyes, I could see how much he hurt.

And I was the cause of it.

I plopped down on the couch of his living room and passed a cursory glance around what used to be my living room. We had made a lot of memories here.

I could still remember how he made me drink coffee with him after I became his contract wife, and I also remembered our conversation about having children.

“Would you like to have a cup of coffee?” He asked curtly, intruding into my thoughts.

I nodded and clamped my thighs together as I shuddered. His kindness wasn’t new to me, same as his curt behavior. The fact that he wasn’t even teasing me about the situation he saved me from told me that I was in a deep mess and he didn’t care.

His tall frame hovered over me when I opened my tired eyes, then he stretched the steaming cup of coffee to me. “This should help relieve you of the cold. Are you hungry?”

Having dinner late at night wasn’t good for me, and I was about to decline when my stomach grumbled in protest. His lips formed a small smirk then without breathing a word, he spun around and headed for the kitchen.

Tension reigned thickly in the atmosphere. I wanted to tell him the few things I could, but his stoic expression wasn’t even encouraging me to say a word.

I missed our passionate nights.

The beautiful conversations we used to have kept popping into my head and I wondered if I could sleep in this house, knowing that he wouldn’t be beside me.

Again, he returned to the living room with a plate of scrambled eggs with a side of fruit, and a little salad with nuts.

“This is the leftover from the dinner Lilly and I had. It’s not much, but I don’t want you to go to bed hungry. So eat this while I go and prepare your room for tonight.” He said calmly and I raised my brows.

“We aren’t sleeping together?” My heart thudded as I anticipated his response.

“I don’t think we should.” He said with disapproval then left immediately.

The scrambled eggs smelt nice, but they tasted bland in my mouth and I knew that it wasn’t because of the preparation. Whoever cooked this was good, but why couldn’t I get the food down my throat?

Maybe it was because he had never rejected me outrightly.

But if he didn’t care about me, why did he come to get me out of that lonely area?

A lot of questions kept rising as I thought deeply about our situation, but I didn’t know how to ask him.

Not wanting to annoy him by leaving the food untouched, I dug into the eggs and scooped some fruits into my mouth as well. The appetite I thought had eluded me returned and the plate became empty in less than a few minutes.

I didn’t want to bother Dexter so I quickly headed for the kitchen and washed the dishes. I dried my hands with a towel that dropped to the ground as soon as I turned around and found Dexter leaning against the door frame, his gaze piercing and his eyes unreadable.

“You shouldn’t have bothered to do the dishes. You are my guest.”

I swallowed and sighed in appreciation when he didn’t ask about how I knew where his kitchen was.

“Well, you’ve been trying to make me comfortable since I came so I just thought I should help out,” I replied flatly and bent down to pick up the towel.

His distressed groan resonated in the kitchen then I realised what I’d unintentionally done. My dress had a low neckline and bending down made it more visible.

I held back a smile, satisfied that he was still attracted to my body.

He coughed and swallowed visibly. “I kept a shirt that you can change into when you’re done having your bath. The room is ready. Good night” He said without sparing me a backward glance.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

My heart sank at the cruel way he dismissed me, but I deserved every reaction I got from him.

I couldn’t chase after him yet, not when I wasn’t sure of what I was going to tell him, so I took it as my cue to go to bed. I sent a text to my father, telling him that I was fine and that I’d speak to him in the morning.

Then I took a quick shower and put on his shirt. The moment his scent drifted into my nose, that was when I decided that I wasn’t going to sleep alone. No matter how hard he pushed me away.

I brushed up my hair with my fingers and undid some of the buttons until I was sure that he’d have a perfect view of my tits.

I dragged in a deep breath and summoned the last streaks of courage within me, then headed for his room.

The hallway was quiet, but the sound of pages flapping couldn’t be mistaken. I was emboldened by the fact that he couldn’t sleep just as I couldn’t.

After staying in front of his door for a while, I knocked, biting my lower lip hard while hoping that he wouldn’t give me another cold shoulder. I knocked again when he didn’t respond, this time harder than the first.

“Open the door, Dexter. I know that you can hear me.” I demanded.

His heavy footsteps trailed towards the door. The door knob twisted and the next minute, he was frowning at me.

“You are supposed to be in bed by now. You’ve had a long day.” His tone was calm, but I could hear the angry edge behind it.

“Well, I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted, his brows furrowing in amusement.

He folded his hands and leaned against the door, waiting for me to explain myself but my throat felt tight. I couldn’t make out a single word. “You’ve had dinner and I’m sure you have had a night bath as well, so why can’t you sleep?”

I shut my eyes, clenching my fists in frustration. He was going to make this hard for me.

“It’s you. I don’t want to sleep alone, but I don’t know how to tell you because you’ve been giving me a cold shoulder since you brought me here. Why did you act like you care when you can’t even stand my presence?” I seethed, letting my annoyance flow through.

He scoffed and shook his head. “Are you throwing the blame back at me?” He chuckled and propped his arms against his waist, moistening his lips. “You were the one who started giving me could shoulders after I fucked your brains out, and when I tried to reach out you block me out, so what’s your point?”

Several responses gathered in my head, but the words couldn’t even form in my mouth.

He ruffled his hair and then shrugged. “I thought as much.” He spun around and slammed the door.