In Love With My Bully-Chapter 66: An Uncertain Future

"Richard, please go." I repeated.

"How could I forget you?" He whispered and ran his hand through his hair. He shuffled from foot to foot, not knowing whether to stay or go. I turned to face the closet to hide the fact that I didn’t want him to go either.

I felt him before he touched my shoulder. My heart rocked in my chest, all of my resolve gone. He turned me to face him and smashed his lips against mine. He smelled of whiskey, but his lips were as soft as I remembered. I leaned into the kiss, taking what may be the last dose of him.

He pulled away, but not to stop, only to change location. He found my weak spot just at the base of my neck and sucked on it, pulling the strings of my dress to expose my heavy breasts. I moaned into his ears, a stray moan I tried to keep in, all to refuse to show him that I yearned for him.

He squeezed my breast gently and groaned. "Fuck!" He pulled away at that, breathing heavily.

My eyes were clouded with desire as I stood there watching him war with himself. He turned around and slammed a fist into the closet door. I didn’t have the will yet to speak; he turned back to me, his face etched in excruciating control.

He adjusted my dress, pulling the strings back in place. "I don’t want to make any more mistakes."

I nodded.

"I... I want to... I’m sorry."

I smiled at his struggle and moved to the closet to begin packing.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing." I chuckled.

"Tell me, come on."

"This all feels very familiar. Your struggle at keeping me at arm’s length." I explained taking out some clothes into a small luggage bag. freewёbnoνel.com

"Apparently, I lost that battle." He gave a small smile.

"Clearly." I laughed, gesturing to my huge baby bump.

"Tell me about our first kiss." He said, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

"I cannot explain it without telling a long story, but our first kiss was at our wedding." I zipped the bag and dropped it at my feet.

"At our wedding? We never..."

I laughed. "No, we had... I had a lot of baggage to deal with, and we were still trying to come to terms with our engagement. You didn’t even recognize me as Nerdy Benny until Sam pointed it out on the day of our engagement party."

"What was the baggage?"

I sighed and sat beside him on the bed. "Sam tried to rape me back in boarding school. I grew up with a deep fear of intimacy. You helped me through it."

"I still don’t believe all this stuff about Sam."

"Yeah, you never did until you got proof." I put my hand on his thigh. "I have to go. I am going house hunting today, so..."

"I can help you with that."

"Actually someone else already offered." I winced.

"Let me guess, it’s Victor." I gave a small nod, really not wanting to get into a fight. "I guess I did push you into his arms, huh."

"There is nothing going on there, Richard. I will like to believe that when you get your memory, you will be mine once more. I am holding on to hope."

"You are saying you are going to wait."

"As long as it takes, and when that time comes, the man that I knew will hunt me down wherever I am and reclaim me as his." I smiled a bit, trying to reassure him. "Just don’t make another baby with Gwen or anyone else in the meantime."

"I have to give Gwen credit. She is fighting dirty. I didn’t think she had it in her. I am caught between two baby mamas, and I am here losing my mind."

I got up and grabbed my bag. "I am not your baby mama, Richard. I have and always will be your one true love."

He nodded and took the bag from me, and we walked out together, making peace with our divorce and hoping that things would get better and the future would carry hope with it.

*****

Victor took me to a restaurant after our house hunting. I wasn’t feeling like food, but he would hear nothing of the sort.

"You have to eat something. For you and for the baby."

"Victor, I really do not have an appetite for anything."

"You eat or I will force feed you." His voice was light and teasing, but I could tell he was worried about me.

The waitress approached us to take our orders. "I’ll just have ice cream, and if I feel like anything after that, I will let you know."

The waitress smiled. "Can I recommend some spicy soup? I assure you it helps." She signaled to my pregnant stomach.

"Does it? Ice cream and some spicy soup then." I smiled, feeling my mouth water at the thought.

"Also, sex improves the appetite." She gestured to Victor this time.

I saw Victor instantly turn red in the cheeks. "No, no, we... I..." he stuttered incomprehensibly.

I chuckled at his embarrassment and turned to the waitress. "We are just friends."

"Oh, I am so sorry. I just assumed." She apologized, holding a hand to her chest. "I will stop talking and go get your order." She was on her way when she came back. "I forgot to take yours."

Victor cleared his throat. "I will have some ice cream also."

"Right. I’ll be back in a minute."

We ate in comfortable silence after our orders were brought. The waitress was right; the soup was delicious, and it stayed down.

"Have you made a choice about which apartment you would like?" He asked after he was done with his cup of ice cream.

"It’s difficult to choose; the apartments are okay. Which do you think will be okay for a jobless single mother?"

He laughed at that. "I don’t think you will be jobless for too long. I have been meaning to speak with you about that actually. How long will your maternity leave be?"

"What’s on your mind?"

"I’m starting a real estate company, and I was thinking you would like to be a part of that journey."

I swallowed, staring at my plate. "I don’t know." I really don’t know. I don’t know what my future holds. Will I one day become Mrs. Numero again, or have I lost the love of my life forever? I couldn’t make any long-term decisions. It felt like I was stuck.

Victor sighed, pushing his plate aside and reaching for my hand. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, sending a warmth up my arm. "No rush, take your time. But just know I am here if you need anything."

"Well, well, well, if it isn’t the slut of the decade."