Chapter 33

It rained heavily that night!...

He was drunk and drained of energy. He wanted to give up everything so badly but the thought of a lonely someone kept him sane and he wanted to fight for what they had till his last breath. That was his conclusion as he stepped into the dark cold room to find her awake staring into nothingness.

His feet felt too heavy to move once her apprehensive gaze fell on him, her countenance changed to that of a stranger.

“You still keep them around?” Sophia questioned dryly.

Jason stopped moving closer. “What?!.”

“What did she want now?” she continued, ignoring his previous question.

Jason wanted to explain everything from top to bottom, but the intensity of what he was about to say weighed down on him so much, he was afraid Sophia could not bear it.

“Why are you doing this?... What’s your bloody aim Jason?!” she cried.

“I warned you, I do not have energy for polygamous fights, but you keep twirling with my emotions, you keep making us run in circles and I don’t have the feet to follow. It's okay for me to be physically drained but for emotions?.... I just can’t” Sophia cried silently in regret and resolution for what she was about to do.

Jason was in a tight corner, his conscience was in turmoil, he wanted so bad to tell her the truth but was scared to lose her Until she beat him to it.

“I want a divorce!.”

In an instant, his senses switched to overdrive.

Jason rushed to her side. “Don’t say that Sophia, I didn’t know she got my address. I’ve been long done with Charlotte but she’s so persistent.”

“What did she want then?” she challenged him with her hard gaze.

“Sean had always told me she was only after what my money could offer her, but I was in doubt till I met you. Charlotte is so manipulative and tenacious… she spins people in her web and feeds on them till nothings left…” he spoke derailing.

Sophia watched in wonder.

He looked up, with different emotions playing in his eyes. “And she got me…” he whispered.

“How?" Sophia watched, anticipating and wondering what it was that turned Jason livid with fear.

"Jason?" She called with such tenderness. Jason lifted his gaze at her alluring cute eyes and what he saw shattered his firm resolve.

He couldn't, he couldn't break her for the umpteenth time. It would kill him to see her recoil back to her old self again. If only he had set his path straight earlier he wouldn't have met Charlotte and be in such dip-shit.

He would have been happily married to Sophia, living a better version of himself,  fulfilled.

"You're beginning to scare me Jason, what is the matter?" Her panic-filled voice jerked him back to reality.

"I'm sorry... Am so sorry Soph, I messed up big time again" he couldn't hold her gaze for a while.

Jason climbed down from the bed and sauntered towards the window biting down on his lower lip suppressing the urge to cry.

Sophia started again.

"I meant it when I said I wanted a divorce, Jason. I have no more pity left for myself or anybody else."

"And if it's about your wealth's security then you don't have cause for alarm because I don't need anything from you or anyone. I just want to leave this place... I feel suffocated!!!" Her tempo rose with her simmering emotions.

The frustration was evident on his whole body as he turned to her.

"We have legally married Sophia! it's barely three months, and without giving it a proper try you already want to quit?... I want to build this relationship with you but you're not making it easy for me. You haven't even tried" he rubbed his temple, slightly massaging the ache.

"It doesn't count for anything. This was a marriage of convenience, not love. We never wanted each other in the first place. You have been the one ripping our efforts apart with your shenanigans!..." She cried in pain, almost leaping off the huge bed.

"So don't stand there to apportion blames like you're innocent! You're not Jason."

Astounded and tongue-tied, Jason stood there and watched Sophia, wondering about a lot of things.

"But I already apologized, I said sorry, do you want a make-up gift? I mean... That's what you ladies love so much right? I'll get you one tomorrow but please can you quit talking about leaving me, the feeling's unfathomable."

"If I had my legs fine I would have given you two dirty slaps right there. I don't need your money nor your pettiness. Stan would have been a better companion than you" she said with spite. Arguing with Jason was very difficult and draining. They ran in circles over and over again.

Jason felt chills all over him, he felt the jealousy consume his better judgment. He had tried to ignore his suspicions but now it was out and he had to face it.

"The doctor..." He chuckled maliciously rubbing his recent stubble.

"Is... Is he the reason you want a divorce? So you can run along to lover boy and finish what you started right?" He clicked his fingers in realization.

"I had this hunch a while ago, but!! I chose to give you the benefit of the doubt. I guess I was wrong. You love doctor Stan! And you want to get rid of me for him... Ah! Look at kettle calling the pot black!" He exclaimed viscously.

She sat helplessly, the fury was burning and she had no way of unleashing them. It would have been easier if she could walk, at least a little stroll might help calm her down.

But she couldn't, she sat and watched Jason accuse her with the conviction of cheating. Sophia in a spur of the moment flung one of the white pillows at him but he caught it before it hit him.

Her tears were uncontrollable and she shivered, unable to bear her frustrations. Sophia set out to leave the room by any means possible.

Setting aside the duvet, she dragged her stiff legs out of the bed in a haste, clutching unto the dresser for balance, she made to throw herself on the tiled floor when Jason lurched at her. Cuddling her into his firm taut body in panic, he launched her deeper into the bed, climbing beside her.

"What were you trying to do? Suicide?!" He cried in fear.

"Leave me, Jason!!! I don't want to be here, I need air, a breather" she begged in tears, forcibly wriggling out of his hold.

Jason held her down. Astride her, he wanted her calm and collected before letting go. He wasn't ready for any home accident repetition. He promised to always be by Sophia's side and keep her safe, that he'll do.

But as he gazed at her succulent lips and those mesmerizing eyes in lust. Her ever-glorious hair messily splayed all over the white sheets. His hungry eyes ravaged her delicate creamy skin accentuated by her hair.

He'd had countless wet dreams about Sophia, but had no courage to love her the way he wanted. So he kept his dirty thoughts and daydreams to himself knowing fully well that no one else could quench the fire in his belly but Sophia herself.

Jason's thoughts ran wild by the minute while Sophia twisted beneath him, rambling on and on about fresh air unknowingly stimulating him.

Gibberish was all Jason heard as he continuously pinned her down in such a vulnerable position. His thoughts were uncoordinated as his brain cells seized to function letting his visceral nature take charge as it demanded.

"I'm sorry Soph" he whispered before he voraciously attacked her tender lips.

Unwittingly Sophia stilled, trying to wrap her head around the reality of things but Jason was like a starved beast.

She felt him grab a handful of her hair in a wild but appealing manner. His expertise tongue licking down on her tightly clipped lips.

She lay beneath him as still as an effigy, her mind running berserk hoping it would all end soon and body betraying common sense.

Soon she realized Jason wasn't giving up because he let his other free hand roam sensually caressing down to her bosom, massaging the obvious mounds, catalytically earning a visceral moan from her as he took the privilege to plunge his eager tongue down her throat.

Sophia felt charged... Her maiden body trembled in timidity, she had never felt such tumultuous emotions before in her life and she was caught off guard.

Jason gave a side-clipped smirk at her moan. He wanted more and to give her more but was skeptical about his decision. He knew Sophia was new to such whirlwind pleasures and wouldn't want to rush her.

"Mh... So warm" he whispered in her ear while placing wet kisses all over her.

Mesmerized by it all, Sophia was unaware his hands were under her shirt and pulling at her bra-let with dexterity.

It was a wonder how Jason was able to get so far in a quick moment because Sophia could not recall how it all even started. Jason dipped his right knee between her thighs and pinned her down for good.

He made to return to his artistic ruse, but Sophia pushed him aside with all her might with a much need to catch her breath.

She was so self-conscious about her numb legs, feeling disappointed with herself for being crippled.

Jason could immediately read the mood switch.

"What is it, Soph? Is it something I did?" He asked brushing off the stray hairs on her temple.

She swallowed hard. "No... No, it's all me" she squeaked avoiding his concern-filled gaze.

"Hey, look at me" he spoke, pleasurably caressing her mandible. "Don't beat yourself up about nothing. I love the way you are okay?" He assured with a kiss on her swollen lips.

She watched him with scrutiny.

"Why are you on top of me, Jason? After accusing me of cheating on you. Don't you feel disgusted with me?."

Jason laughed hysterically, his laughter rumbling off in reverberations in the entire room.

"I was only pissed at myself for not having your attention the way doctor Stan does. And I apologize for being a jerk" he made a puppy face which Sophia frowned at.

"Uh, doesn't suit you at all. Please don't say such things to a mentally unstable person like me again. It hurt so much... I couldn't bear it" she finished, sober.

Jason nodded at her and promised on his life never to taunt her.

"So at least can I spoon you?" He begged hopefully.

"It's starting what you cannot finish Jason. I don't think it's a good I_" Jason interrupted her immediately.

"I shouldn't have asked like before, you're such a Debbie downer" he murmured and rolled behind her, engulfing her in his warmth.

Jason sighed in relief at how nice they fit, she felt warm and appealing. With his hands wrapped around Sophia, he forgot about Charlotte and the bad news that came with it.

Sophia was like opium and he would die an addict to her.

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