Chapter 8: Her Words, His Imagination

“I’m sorry Kisha,” she repeated, like that would fix the hole in my chest. Like that could erase all the pain I was feeling.

God it hurts. It fucking hurt so much.

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to catch my breath, to keep myself from collapsing on the floor.

“Kisha please,” she said, stepping forward towards me again.

“ I didn’t mean it. I just_”

“Don’t you dare touch me, mom!” I screamed.

She flinched and froze, her hands still halfway towards me.

She took a step back, her face twisted with guilt.

You don't know what I’ve been through with the world of lies you created. Dad, Ethan and Sebastian do not consider me family all because of you, they see me as their enemy.

All my life, I kept thinking if I obeyed, never disagree with my father that he will eventually love me and accept me to be his own, but no! It’s all lies. Am just his puppet that he can get rid of anytime.

He told me that every time he sees me, I remind him of Morgan, my father figure. To be honest, papa Morgan was way more of a father to me than my own father. He loved me despite the fact that am not his flesh and blood, he cared, he stayed till he can’t no more. He loved you mom. How could you betray him that way? How could you forget him like he meant nothing to you?

“Because he meant nothing to me! nothing, absolutely nothing Kisha” Yes! I did love him but in the end we were never meant to be. He was just a stupid carpenter that I fell for abandoning my husband and sons. It was never real. That kind of magic never existed, it was all a camouflage. Reality slaps hard in the face when it hits you.

“No one is ever prepared for the truth Kisha. I mean no one.”

G-get out. Get the hell out of my life, I don’t want you around me can’t you get that one message.

Out! Out of here, far away from me. I despise you Marla.

Kisha was frantically pulling her hair, thrashing everything around her, her world was spinning.

“What’s happening here?” The nurse barged in due to the noise coming from the inside.

Miss Prime, look at me, I am not a threat to you.

Gently, the nurse approaches Kisha and injects her, making her fall asleep. Kisha struggles with the nurse till the injection starts taking effect on her. She felt drowsy and slept off.

Ma’am please you need to leave. The patient is stressed already and she needs rest.

She nodded, okay nurse please just make sure she gets the best treatment and please keep me updated.

She walked out with tears streaming down her cheeks. The confrontation she had with Kisha wasn’t planned. She wasn’t ready to talk about Morgan even though she knew deep down that sooner or later she’d face the truth.

How? How did we get here my dear?

How did we ever get so distant? You mean the world to me.

How do I explain to you that Morgan abandoned his own family to be with me, leaving his son and wife behind to live a life that isn’t real. “I don’t want you to be heartbroken Kisha dear.

Marla wanders in thought”

Corey, can’t stop thinking about Kisha. He wants to go back but keep scolding himself to let her be.

She looks so frail. What on earth happened? Shouldn’t she be happy that everything turned out great as she wanted it to be?

I was willing to bring the world to her feet without her having to ask for it but she fuck it all up. She’s dark and shallow.

My heart belonged entirely to Kisha Prime.

A faint, almost invisible smile appeared on his lips not from joy, but from bitter resignation. Once again, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to contain the storm raging inside his chest.

Who would have known? That the CEO of Legacy Woodwork, Stark city's most influential business tycoon, would feel so invisible to a complicated woman like Kisha Prime.

Corey squinted, unsure whether to laugh harder or to feel irritated.

Yet beneath his disbelief, something struck him, an idea to know the origin of what happened. He was certain Kisha couldn’t have made the decision to walk away on her own.

Corey shut his eyes tightly imagining Kisha’s body, her moans; he was hard as rock. His lips were on her before she could even protest. His kiss wasn’t soft. It was filthy, claiming like he owned her mouth and everything that concerns her.

“You’re wet already, aren’t you?” he growled against her lips, placing his hands up her inner thigh.”I barely touched you, and you’re fucking soaked”

She whimpered, pressing against him.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you” she was far too gone. Too turned on. Too obsessed.

She wore a black lace thong, delicate, low-cut, barely covering anything. Her throat was dry and pulse was pounding between her legs. Her thigh parted slightly, needy, aching, inviting.

Corey grabbed her thigh, rough and demanding, lifted her like she weighed nothing. Then his finger traced from her inner thigh to her wet pussy, slow and deliberate. Her body reacted instantly. Her skin tingled, and got breath caught.

She gasped, her back arching as his fingertips found her clit, slick, swollen, and already aching for more. He didn’t ease her in.

He shoved town fingers deep into her pussy, thrusting hard and fast, filling her so suddenly her thigh jerked.

“Fuck! Corey growled, watching Kisha’s face twist as he clenched around him.” So fucking tight.

“Please,” she wisphered, voice cracked and needy.

A moan slipped out of her lips, sharp, breathless, raw. She didn’t care if anyone heard. She couldn’t think. His fingers were fucking her slowly, curling just right, dragging her against her walls in a way that makes her leg shake.