Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
The bruises no longer mattered, but the words still had the power to hurt. He hit me because I wasn’t her. He abused me for not being who he thought I was, his words. He knows I hate anal sex, that it’s painful, but that never stopped him from forcing it on me.
Tonight, I didn’t fight. There was no fight left in me. He didn’t seem to notice, and the way he was going, I knew he had to have gone back on that stuff I had introduced him to. Back in the day, when my sex drive was off the charts, I’d got him into taking these little non-prescription pills that were just as effective as Viagra.
It could make you go for hours. We’d stopped using them a while ago when life started to interfere, but I know the signs. He gets harder, and his stamina multiplies two-fold. Not that it does me any good. He always was a lazy fuck. I’ve had to get myself off afterward a lot.
I didn’t realize that it was the chase that had made our sex so exciting. Knowing that I was taking another woman’s man away from her and her kids that was the high that used to get me off. But that bitch had spoiled even that for me.
Now he’s just another fat, balding, almost middle-aged man with no job and no prospects. Things went on like that for days, and since I didn’t have a job, I had to spend each day putting up with his demands.
I realized by day three that I was nothing more than a maid to him. The only difference is that I didn’t get paid, and I had to have sex with him. I started getting off by imagining killing him each time we fucked.
“That’s right bitch. I can feel that pussy getting wet.” I wrapped my arms and legs around him and came at the thought of slitting his fucking throat. He thought he was doing something, so he bragged, and I let him.
I looked for and found a job with about the same pay but more hours. That was fine; the less time I spent around him, the better. He started spending money faster than I was making it, so there was never anything left over.
Each time I brought it up, he’d remind me of what he had on me, so I’d back down. My life became a monotonous nightmare, with the same things on repeat.
He got fatter, I got fatter, but at least we had moved on from the steak and potatoes. Now, it was Rachel’s lasagna that I had to perfect. I made new friends at my new job. People who didn’t know anything about my life. I made a fresh start with a new background story.
I had no interest in anyone meeting Doug, so there was no danger of anyone learning that my stories about my handsome husband and kids were made up. And then Rachel went into labor, and all hell broke loose in my life.
RACHEL
“No!” He moved my hand off him for the second time.
“You’re rejecting me?” He looked hurt that I’d even suggest it.
“No, baby, come on, but your due date is right around the corner. The doctor’s surprised that you’ve been carrying them for this long already; I don’t want to do anything that will cause you harm.”
“But I need it.” Damn his common sense, anyway. I woke up horny as shit, and he’s playing hard to get. It was still early in the morning, way before the kids were due to be up, and besides, they’d been spending the night in the in-law suite next door where Jacob had moved my parents for as long as they’d like.
They plan to stay here for at least a few months after the babies are born to help out. I didn’t know he had arranged all of that with them behind my back but it has been wonderful having all the extra help.
It's strange to imagine that I’ve had an easier pregnancy while carrying twins than I did with either of my previous pregnancies. Doug never wanted my parents to come stay with us, even though he didn’t help with anything.
Not only are my parents here, but I find myself having to beg Jacob to sit down and take a breath. This man doesn’t even lift his fork to his mouth until he’s assured himself that I and the kids were fine with what we’re having for dinner.
He's attentive, excited, and hands-on not only with me and the babies but with my two oldest as well. With the passing of time, I have reached the point where I don’t even remember my former life. It no longer intrudes on my thoughts, which are filled with my marriage and how happy I am when I least expected it.