Chapter Six: Drowned

"Welcome Kent, how are you?" My mom greeted him, I was so turned looking at him.

"Ari," He called me, he was ready to approach me when I asked him.

"What are you doing here?"

"This is trespassing," he added, his face soured looking at my husband.

"Why are you here too? Who are you?"

"Have you forgotten that I'm Aziz's husband," Kent's lips curved, he stared at Deive as closely as Deive to him.

"Kent, why did you come back?" I didn’t expect to ask that, I should be happy that he’s here because this is what I want but he’s too late.

I am already married.

"Aren't you happy that I am here?" He laughed at the promise, he was approaching me when Deive wrapped his hand around my waist as if marking me as his territory.

Kent's brows arch, Deive pulled me closer to him. "Know your limits as a friend." he immediately pulled me into the bedroom, he was no longer really embarrassed.

That's rude.

"I hate it, Deive." I was the first to speak when we entered the room, his eyes dark staring at me.

Glaring and like anytime he will fire me but he is trying to control himself. He's trying to be that gentleman that everyone knows.

"You hate what, Ariz?"

"Your behavior, you can't just walk out there and-"

"Really? Oh, maybe you just want to see him? You want two to be together and have some bond right? You want that because you don't, huh? I am the barrier to it, huh?" He slowly approaches me, he's trying to close our distance while I walk backward.

Until my back felt a hard yet cold thing, I swallowed the way he looked. My soul penetrated the way he stared at me, I tried to look away but he cupped my face using his big and warm hands facing him.

"You don't want me being mad at you, Ariz!" His thunder but bedroom voice sent me shivering in my sanity, fvck this isn't good.

"S-stop this Deive, mommy's outside!" I raised my voice, my knees were trembling but I need to act like I am hella strong! This isn't fvcking good but I need to.

"What now, huh?" His devilish and playful smirk crept me out but he's still fvcking hot!

His hot breath went into my ears while he was saying it anonymously, I can't concentrate on his words because the tickle in his breath brings me more.

I swallowed a few times but I felt like I would lose my breath when he licked my earlobe. My eyes widened, can the strength of his woman moan because his tongue is so sinful?

I shouldn't be one of them, but I'm carrying! Stop Ariz! It's too early, why don't you flirt but I am not, he's my husband.

"You don't want me to look mad because I am rough!" He bit my lower lip, I didn't expect him to attack my lip.

"D-deive, stop this,'' I said weakly but he didn't seem to hear anything because he bit it and when I parted my lips that's when he entered me whole.

Fvck! His fvcking tongue is a pro when it comes to this. I don't know what he's doing but I'm starting to fight with his tongue. He was stunned but kissed me deeper, he grinned in the middle of our kiss. I don't care what he thinks, all I need is his sinful and aggressive lips attacking me.

He even pressed himself to me, his tongue went down to my neck.

Sipping. Licking. Biting. Kissing.

He didn't get tired until my lips came back, I gave him more access to me. He didn’t let go of my lip until we were both panting for air.

He would have kissed me again when there was a knock on our door. He muttered a hard curse that made me down there wet and hardened. I swallowed and avoided looking at him, he licked his lower lips and looked at my wet lips that still parted because I can't see what just happened.

"Don't celebrate, there's a part two for that, Mrs. Harrington," he smirked then went to see who was knocking on the door as if the door was about to break.

I knotted my forehead and looked at who's, it was my mother. My vision darkened as he held my husband's arm.

"It wasn't me," that's all I heard when my husband passed by her, he turned to me then smiled insultingly.

"You think you win? You are not," she said to me, a quirk of my lips was evidence.

"Mom, I'm not in a competition. I am not going to lose or win because I am not in a competition, it's just your illusion." I said and walked past her, she called my name but I didn't mind her.

I don’t want to compete with the narrow-minded, obviously, I always win.

I caught Deive and Kent staring at each other. I saw Deive blood stained in his polo while Kent's fist was clenched as if he wanted to kick Deive again.

"What is happening here?" A question they couldn't answer, I was furious.

I have this impatience issue that when I'm not asked I just get angry.

"Can someone answer me or I'm going to throw the two of you outside?" I scowled, Deive seemed confused, he knows me, what I'm going to say is that's what I'm going to do.

"He's asking me if he can stay here, then I told him, he can't. Because it's ugly to see if he can sleep here, right? He's even my friend in the first place-" I cut him off.

"But he is my friend," I said as he turned to me, his jaw set.

"Is it okay if he stays here?"

"For a night, of course. He's my friend Deive, we have plenty of guest rooms and it's not like we're going to sleep together." His mouth set in a hard line as if he was preventing it from exploding.

"Yeah," he nodded many times. "Why can't I understand that, anyway?"

"She will choose her friend over anything, Deive even if it is over her husband." Why does it seem like she loves to interrupt everyone's conversation?

I secretly rolled my eyes and muttered a curse.

"Of course I know, I really know that at first." He didn't let me speak because he left immediately. I tried to catch him but Kent made me stay.

"Let him be, he's grown up." He was right, I just let him go, he'll come back when he's okay.

My only concern is that we just became like this. We never argue, maybe that's what he thinks again.

I ignored mommy and talked to Kent, I missed everything about him. His achievements in life, I'm too lost there. How he became more mature, how he became more cheerful.

He's a bit softer and cool to anyone I've ever met. He can accompany all the people around him, even those who are older or kids, even those who are parents and sad in life.

"I'm finally a licensed architect as I've wished," I remember before how much he liked drawing, which I always laughed at when we were elementary. Then I didn't know there was just an architecture course.

We walk by the side of the swimming pool and we are laughing about that gay who has an interest in him.

"Really? He did that?"

"Hmm," he nodded a few times while I keep on laughing, I can't with that gay.

"You're so handsome that is why he wants you by hook or by crook, gosh with him." I cover my mouth, maybe I breathe bad and then laugh, hmp!

"I think many men courted you, I wonder why you ended up with him." I didn't speak, I don't know what to say. "You remember what you told me before?"

In the distance I think, of course, I remember that. I remember how I confessed in front of him at the airport, how he gave me a warm hug and assurance that he’ll be back in just a month.

"You didn't keep that promise,"

I immediately laughed, "Why you?" I looked at him, "Did you keep your promise?" He was stunned by my firing back at him.

He was just looking at me, his eyes deep as if dipping my whole being. I held my breath as I almost fell into the swimming pool thankfully and he caught me with his stiff arm.

My whole world became stunned when I saw Deive looking at us, I just wanted to fall rather than get caught. It's like, I blame everything on myself because it's not Kent's fault this is just for being nice and gentlemanly. Deive gives me a half-smile while biting his lower lips.

"You seem happy without me, I'm sorry for disturbing you." I wanted to chase him and apologize but I was led by fear because this was the first time he would speak like that.

"Go home Kent," I want to say he's ruining the relationship but I don't want to be rude and we're just friends.

Everyone will just stay there because no matter what else happens, I will always be tied up with my husband.

"I'll come back," I sighed and nodded, wouldn't he notice?

He kissed my temple and then left, I took him outside and waved my hands to him to bid him farewell. I want to cry, why am I like this now? I should be stronger and tougher but when it comes to him I became weak.

"Don't just cry and go to our room, now." Though trembling I was able to follow him out of fear.

Mommy isn't there, I didn't even realize, I took a deep breath and then opened our door.

I was about to close when he suddenly loaded me and then grabbed me with a deep and insane kiss. The doorknob clicked that's the sign that it was locked, he did that without even trying to separate our lips from each other.

"You made me mad twice in just one day, Mrs. Harrington!" He whispered between our lips, he bit my lip as he sucked it hard.

"I'm telling you, I'm harder than before and rough even more than what we did an hour ago." He attacked my lips again without even giving me a warning.

He puts more pressure on me, I can feel his aroused bulge teasing into my entrance.

"Hmm," I moaned, "D-deive.'' I wanted to scream but I didn't let myself because I don't want to say that I'm eager for him.

"I can feel your wetness honey," the heat shook me, even more, when he whispered that to me.

I didn’t expect to feel this in my entire life. So this is what they call heaven, no wonder why my block mates call this their stress reliever because it will really help our course especially when you are med.

"Fvck! Stop teasing me and do what you want now!" I screamed.

"I didn't know you were this in rush,"

"I'll gonna kill you!'' I shouted, but he didn't finish me right away because he immediately unhook my bra causing me to almost fall off his grip.

"Shit! Without giving me a warning, really?!" He smirked, ripped my clothes, and then made me sit on our bed.

Now he can see the well-built hills that I keep. I was ashamed when he looked at it full of lust, love, and admiration as if it was different from everyone else. I covered it but he immediately took my hand away.

"A beautiful creature shouldn't be covered with hon, it shouldn't be adored with my eyes and be kissed with love." I didn't expect him to be so angry, I didn't know he would be like it and I love it.

I don’t know how many times I wanted him to press his lips there.

That night, we made a half-made love as he called it. He didn't want to surprise me anymore and I was just new to this.

But I just cried when I heard him muttering a hard curse and his woman moaning and panting. Calling his name with so much love in our guest room, I thought he would change but maybe I am not enough.

My lips parted when I saw their shadow, how the woman sucked his knife and how she grinned on top of him. They look delicious while doing that.

I moved back to our room and pretended that I didn't see it, I will be a martyr wife just like how it will be for now. While it was still early I had to forget him, as long as I hadn’t drowned him badly.