betrayal (1)

Never, not even in my wildest dreams I imagined ending up with someone like him. He was too beautiful. the Kind of beautiful you see in Tom Ford ads. Heartbreaking gorgeousness in everyone's standards. Too beautiful, it was ridiculous.  The thick black hair, intense eyes, those eyebrows, full kissable lips,killer cheekbones and that body, and his height. Damn hishheight he was 196 cms, a giant. A beautiful big man who was bound to me legally, nothing more nothing less. My beautiful husband who was still in love with a ghost.

I remember falling in love with him the instance our eyes met.  the day they came to our house to ask for my hand. A good wealthy family, a golden boy. I couldn't say No. And I never imagined the famous 31 year old mubarak to be this beautiful. I was 25, an eager, full of life light haired small woman. I received a healthy amount of male attention and I never fell in love, never been in a real relationship. Until him.

He was polite, pleasant enough and I was aready a goner.

Our families clicked, he wanted me to be his wife and I was over the moon.

I remember our engagement days clearly, he was quite the gentelman, taking me out to fancy restaurants, buying me Jewelery and flowers and chocolate, phonecalls every night, it was perfect. At least I thought it was, I just was never experienced with men. Sometimes he would be away for days, No texts No visits and then he'd call, apologize that work was overwhelming him and I'd forgive him easily, "just promise me you'll never stay away once we're married" I'd say coyly. And it 'd be soon forgotten.

Until our wedding night. It was the worst night of entire life. It still hurts like a motherfucker thinking about it. I was head over heels in love with my new husband. How could I not be? He was a dream come true, gorgeous, rich, good. Everything I've ever wished for and more.

He towered over me in the hotel room, so tall, so powerful it made me feel small, vulnerable and extremely aroused. I needed to touch him.

"You're so small" he said softly and reached for me hand. "I want to take your heels off"

I blushed, my heart beating loudly against my rib cage. I nodded.


He splayed his strong fingers against my waist and held me firmly, reaching for my leg withhhis other hand, he slid the bridal sparkly shoe off my foot and threw it on the carpeted ground, then the next. I stood before him. Five foot two inches, too small I had to look up and up and up to see his face. He touched my cheek lightly "beautiful " he murmured.

At this point my breath was becoming too shallow, legs barely holding me, he had that effect on me since the beginning. making me all hot and bothered and ready for him.  He scooped me up easily and carried me to the four poster bed. Lied me gently and began kissing me, torturously slow, I was clueless. A stupid child bride, that How i felt. his expert tongue probing my mouth, he nipped me, licked and sucked and I moaned. God, it was so good, too much I couldn't breathe. What was he doing to me, I was hot too hot, all over I needed more. He kissed me harder, deeper, murmuring words of praise, words I couldn't catch and it didn't matter as long as he didnt break the kiss. Next came my clothes, and his.   He kissed my neck, a sensitive spot that drove me wild, and then he moved lower and lower..he did something so scandalous, so good I thought I was going to die with ecstasy...

I instinctively grabbed his hair, driving us both wild until I had my first shattering moment of pure, raw pleasure. The night was filled of similar, hotter activities until we both collapsed in the soft, white bed.

I woke up the next morning alone.

To be continued..