An Arranged Marriage - Episode 47

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Anaya.

I curl up on the bed, flipping through the pages of the book, listening to the rain hitting the window.

I can't seem to concentrate as lightning rents the sky.

I hate, totally despise thunderstorms.

There should be no rain on earth, just sun and dew.

I sigh, dropping the book and covering my head with my duvet.

I begin to drift, my eyes flies open when the duvet is pulled back and standing there is Cash.

"What are you doing in my room?" I ask, over the course of the weeks, he hasn't, hasn't given a single idea about where his head is at.

What's up with that?

I admit I'm a little pissed right now, okay,maybe I'm fucking really pissed.

He seduced me with his words and left me hanging, who does that?

And now I'm going to beat myself up for even entertaining these emotions.

I don't care what he does about his life.

My eyes go to his as he turns on the light on the nightstand and seats on the edge of my bed.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"he asks. 

"Like you are seating on my f*cking bed?"

"Nice, it's good to see that your ability to deduce is still functioning" He says, sarcasm thick in his voice.

Did he come into my room to insult me? Oh hell no.

I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but he flops on my bed.

"For a person who doesn't like rain you awfully like to be in the dark."

"Is there a reason I shouldn't like the dark?" I ask, my voice snarky.

"You know you don't have to act tough with right?" He asks softly and that throws me off.

I don't say a word, wondering what this is about.

"I've been really stressed recently" He says in an undertone, his voice breaking, his eyes falling closed.

Well, he doesn't have to tell me, seeing as I work for him I'm aware.

"I haven't been able to keep my promise" He says, his body still, I watch his profile and he looks really tired.

"What promise?" I ask, not following.

"The one where I promised to make you scream my name as I make you orgasm" He says his eyes still closed, his voice nonchalant, as if he was talking about the weather.

My breath hitches as his words and I gulp.

"Uh..."I clear my throat 

"Sorry about that angel" He says, rolling over as his eyes turn to look at me, his head settling on my pillow, I almost turn to a gooey pile at the endearment. 

We stay like that for a while and when I hear his breath deepen I know he's sleepy.

"Cash..." I say.

"Uh?.." He asks sleepily.. His voice muffled by my pillow.

"It's pretty late.

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. And I wanna sleep" I say.

"Sleep angel" He says.

"But you are here..."

"Don't want you to be alone babe, you hate thunderstorms" He says and that's that about that, I simply turn off my night lamp and pull the duvet over myself.

I refuse to acknowledge the way my heart is beating fast at how sweet his words were.

The two weeks of anger and frustration I've been feeling melts away as I drift off.

Later I feel the covers come over me as I feel arms around me, A kiss is pressed to my lips but I'm too sleepy to do anything about it.

****

My fingers clench the sheets beneath me as a bolt of pleasure runs through me.

Have I died and gone to heaven?

I slowly blink my eyes open when the same feelings run through me again.

I see a dark head between my legs.

"Cash...?" I murmur.

He lifts his head and grins.

"Good morning angel"

"What are you doing?" I ask, probably the dumbest question ever.

"Eating you up... Or should I say waking you up?" He says, kissing my inner thigh.

"Uh..."

"Shhhh, baby, enjoy" He says and oh God.

****

"You did what?" Anadia shouts.

"Stop shouting" I whisper yell at her.

"Okay... So you did what?" She asks, more quietly.

We are in the kitchen trying to prepare breakfast, seeing as she had no appetite to eat the eggs the chef made and I told her about what Cash and I did, more like what he did to me.

And now I regret it, seeing the look of disbelief on her face.

"He kind of did it...." I whisper again , you can't blame me, I couldn't keep it to myself.

"And you let him?"

"Was I supposed to say no? It was an org..."

"Lalala, I don't have to know what he did with you.. You are my sister"

"You are one to talk, you don't see me complaining when you scream Caspian's name like it's a mantra"

"I. Do. Not" She says her face flaming.

"You do" I say matter of factly, she hides her face in her hands.

"So, are you going to do it again?" She asks, shredding into the bread and whipped cream, I frown at her choice of food.

"Should I?" I whisper.

"Please, by all means"

"But isn't it going to be weird for you? We are like cousins by marriage"

"Are you blood related?"She asks, licking her lips.

" Nope"

"Then I don't see a fucking reason why not, Your happiness is all that matters" She says and I refuse to smirk at her words.

I was the one telling her that a while ago.

"You sure?"

"Yeah" She says as Kane breezes into the kitchen, fully dressed for work, his suit jacket hanging off his arm. 

"Babe.."He says, coming to wrap a hand around her waist, dropping the jacket on the counter 

" Uh? Whipped cream? "She offers and he frowns at the bottle.

"Is that what you are eating?" He asks and she nods.

"Want some chicken soup?" He asks again, this time extracting the bread from her, she's going to make herself sick.

"Uh.. Yeah" A frown between her brows as she watches the bread go.

"Okay, I'm gonna make you some before going to the office, seat and put your leg up" He says rolling his sleeves and for the hundredth time I think how madly in love he is with my sister.

He pecks her lips before getting down to business.

I make my escape.

 

AN

So, this is what happened.

There was no power over here and I kinda got massive claw like nails attached to my fingers that makes it hard for me to type.

I hope you forgive me.

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