Secret World

I woke up in our bed alone. Mister Barlowe was gone. My head was killing me, the wine was strong. I took a shower to relax. Today is the day. I should cry, I should be devastated… I think my head just did not process all of it. it will hit me at the funeral. I put on the black underwear we picked. If I have to be honest, I felt good about it. Sexy even. And the dress was very beautiful. To the knees, deep V-neck and zip on the back. Only one problem! How the fuck should I zip it alone? Where is the man, when you need him? 

It was like he listened to me. The door opened. He walked in in a black suit with a black button shirt. No tie, just a vest under the jacket. And he caught me staring at him, great! 

"Sorry, would you please help me with the dress?" I asked.

"Sure…" He started to take it off.

"Hey! I meant to zip it! I can't reach down there." I jumped from him.

"Sorry, my bad! Come here." It took him a little longer than it should have. 

"Thanks," I mumbled. 

He took me to the funeral home. There was some paperwork for me to sign. When we entered the crematory, there were a few familiar faces. But they all looked at me in disgust. Like I was someone lower. I swallowed hard. I kept my eyes on the pics of my family. The tears started rolling over my cheek. I heard the voices.

"Look at her… She left for a guy and now she is here with another one."

"And what does she wear? Do you see that? She looks like whore!" 

A small whimper escaped my lips. I regretted it the moment I made the sound. 

"Now she will act like she cares? What a hypocrite!"

"I heard her parents were killed because of her… Would you believe it?" 

The world started to spin. I almost fainted, when he placed his hands around my waist. 

"Hold on! Keep your head high and walk to the front! Don't mind them." He whispered to me. "They are just jealous, their life has to be empty, when they have nothing better to do than gossip and insult people without knowing them!" He said this loud enough for everybody to hear. Everybody went dead silent. If someone dares to stare, he gives them an even much worse stare. I made it to the front thanks to him. He sat me down and took a place next to me. Honestly… I have no idea about the ceremony. It was all so far away. I was full of regrets. I wish I could talk to them. Make peace with them. I guess this is the price for trusting wrong people. There were no coffins. The bodies were burned way too much, so Mister Barlow arranged, they will burn the rest and put the urns next to pictures. He helped me way too much. I know, he hoped we would end up together, but I was scared. I liked to be around him, he found a way to calm me down. I felt drawn to him. Only if it wasnt so fucking confusing and too fast. The music stopped playing. 

"Miss Sawyer thanks for your attendance, but she doesn't wish condolences," I looked at him and he just winked at me. We waited for everybody to leave. 

"No condolences, huh?" I turned to face my ex. "Nice to see you again, babe!" He tried to hug me, but I hid behind Mister Barlowe. "What the hell? You don't know your place?"

"Oh but she does…" Mister Barlowe said with gritted teeth. Oz turned to face him, but he had to look up. Oz was taller than me, but Mister Barlowe was a fucking giant! I saw a body guard approaching us. I remembered him from yesterday, he waited for my nod, before he came closer. 

"Man, she is my girlfriend, so back off!" Oz mocked him.

"From what I know, she is free. Plus the fact, she hid behind me to avoid you, tells me she has no interest in talking to you. Take him away!" 

Oz was cursing the whole way out. The bodyguard took him from the ground and carried him outside. I sat back on the bench and cried. Mister Barlowe kneed in front of me and just held my hand. When I was done crying, I wanted to go home. We took the urns and pics and on our way home, I placed them in the graveyard to the family tomb. After I said my last goodbye, we drove back to the maison. 

"Are you hungry?" He asked me, when we closed the front door.

"No… I just need a rest." He nodded. I turned and looked at him. "Thank you! I would be lost without you! I have no idea if I will ever be able to repay you."

"That is okay. You don't need to repay me. I care about you a lot, your smile is everything I need," I hugged him. "Oh, okay! That is good too…" He hugged me back. 

We walked to the bedroom. He helped me undo the dress. I took off even the underwear and put on just a nightdress. I wish to hide in the bed. Only one problem. He was sitting on it and looked at me with dark eyes. I stopped in the middle of my step. He observed every centimeter on my body. I picked a new nightdress, it showed the good parts and hid the not so good. I think I just made a mistake… The way he was looking at me and his crotch getting bigger told me so. I should be running, but I was gutted to the spot. My nipples went hard and I felt my juices running down my legs. My breath became more busy. My head stopped working. I licked my lips to moisten them. He abruptly stood up and in a few steps he had me in his arms. He kissed me like there wasn't going to be no tomorrow. I was lost, I had no idea, when he placed me on the bed. I had only thought in my head… I want him to fuck me hard. 

He had my hands pinned over my head. He was kissing my neck. I gave him more space. He stopped, he let go of my hands and kneeled between my open legs. He took off his belt and used it to tie my hands to the headboard. He tore the night dress from me with so much ease. I was there naked, tring to avoid looking at him. He took my chin and made me look into his eyes. I swear to God, I just saw his eye color changing. I had to be seeing things… It was a stressful day after all. He tilted his head and started to observe every centimeter of my naked skin. He got from the bed and slowly took off his suit. He was naked in front of me and I was stunned. His body was beyond my wildest imagination. Pure perfection. I looked lower and lower, when I saw his pride. And holly fuck! That is impossible to fit in! Nope, it would rip me in two halfs. It was like he could read my mind, because he gave me the sexiest half smile I ever saw. I had goosebumps from the way he was just looking at me.