"Why are you in such a rush to get married?"

I ask Kye as I make us breakfast.

I feel his arms wrap around me as he pushes his crotch towards my ass.

"Tired of living in sin I guess."

I laugh at his answer and in return he just kisses my ear.

"So I guess that should mean we stop fucking."

I say and he cups my crotch.

"It means we should get married."

The wind is knocked from my chest.

"I don't plan on settling down at the age of 23 Kye. I have too much to accomplish to just throw away my dreams. I am able to work with my big responsibilities of Khlo and Ky Ky, but I would not forgive myself for placing a burden of marriage, kids and settling down at such a young age."

He lets go of me and I face him.

"I'll give you your dreams. Our marriage won't be anything we can't handle. It won't be a burden. I know you're young and have so much going for you, but marriage won't stop you from accomplishing them."

I don't respond and turn my head back towards the breakfast I'm making.

It is silent for the next minute and a half, but I just don't want to say anything.

"Laila talk to me."

I hear Kye's voice.

I ignore him thinking I can get away with it if I do that.

I am then surprised when he turns off the stove in front of me. His warm inviting arm is suddenly felt around my waist.

His soft moist lips are at my neck and involuntarily I lean into his kiss and hold.

He pulls me as he walks towards the comfy living room. I walk slowly in protest, because I have a feeling I may lose the battle.

We get to the living room and I'm not surprised when Kye pulls me on to his lap after he sits on the couch.

He pulls me so that I am straddling him facing his chest.

I look away from his face not wanting to hear what he is about to say.

"Look at me firefly."

He states and I try to but can't.

He kisses the base of my neck so tenderly and lovingly.

"Please."

He whispers pulling at my emotions, and reluctantly I turn towards him.

His blue eyes are so captivating. Damn. Why is he so beautiful?

"What else are you afraid of?"

He asks me, and because of my body's betrayal to me, I have no choice but to answer.

There is just something about Kye that when he asks I always have to tell the truth.

"I'm not built for heartbreak. I've never witnessed love before to even know it exists. I've never seen anyone in love. "

I take a deep breath and nervously play with my fingers.

"As a young girl in France, I saw that my mother never complained- even when my father's infidelity was blatant. Is that what love is?"

Kye opens his mouth but then closes it when he sees that I am not done.

"I went through foster home after foster home with Selena. Not once have I ever lived with a family that was not broken. I don't even believe in love."

He cups my face so tenderly and caring to comfort me. It feels so warm and inviting. I'm comfortable and feel protected and honestly am irritated by my happiness' dependence on him.

"All of a sudden I have these feelings I can't explain towards you, and it makes me so angry."

I admit out loud.

"Why does it upset you Laila."

I look away so I don't have to answer.

He grips my chin and steadies my head so that we are making eye contact with each other.

"I'm suddenly a weak bitch."

I reluctantly answer.

"A weak bitch?"

"I've given you what I have never gave another man: my body, my virginity. You've seen me at such vulnerable times. My body has grown so comfortable to you. Imagine marriage. I'm giving up everything to you- even the kids. What about when it does not work out? Marriages never workout. Who's going to heal my heart?"

There I said it.

KYE's POV

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Wow.

Hearing her words... seeing her this scared of something she deserves tugs greatly at my heart.

I want her to know she can believe in love, and trust that I will never intentionally hurt her.

Her eyes are glossy and I realize she fought not to tear up. It's crazy to see this side of Laila. She has the hardest exterior ever, but is so fragile.

I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her cheek. She does not look at me and I raise her chin to see her beautiful brown eyes.

I wrap my arms around her thighs and stand up carrying her. She rests her head on my chest as I hold her on to my body and walk to our bedroom. As much as she tries to fight me, her body is naturally attuned to me. She does not even realize it at times. Last night in her sleep she was clinging on to me. It broke my heart because I saw the French foster girl who has no one to hold since I took it all away. I took away her kids. That's the only blood family she has left. I took her away from her friends and loved ones in New York, and then I leave her in Texas for basically a month and not want her to have a friendship with Trenton. I'm too controlling and domineering. From the first day I met her I've been nothing but an asshole. I've teared her up emotionally limb from limb when she was already so broken. Even the way I stole her innocence was heartless. I've caused her so much stress and unnecessary emotional pain in the process, but I won't let her go even if it would make her happy. I've claimed Laila as mine. There's no other woman like her. No other man can please her and nurture her body, soul, and mind like I will, and that is because I won't give them the oppurtunity. Laila is mine, till death do us part.

LAILA'S POV

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I don't know how to describe what he is doing with my body. I've never felt so 'worshipped' before. His tongue passes over every part of my body - from my toes to my ears. My nīpples have never been this tender from the soreness he has created. They actually hurt a lot when I lay on my front. Somehow Kye's mouth has managed to travel all the way to the junction between my thighs. His eye contact is so intense and he is just so beautiful. This has to be a prank. There is no way I can be this luck-

"ohh Fucck"

I moan out as soon as he starts attacking my cłit with those fingers of his.

"So wet for me."

He grins and I am blushing. I cover my face, as if this makes him not see me. All of a sudden he replaces his fingers with his mouth.

My breath hitches in my throat as I watch him suck the soul out of my cünt like it is his last meał. His tongue moves with such quickness and pressure. His tongue is the puppet master and my body the puppet. It pulls the appropriate strings to cause my back to arch, my eyes to roll back, and hands to fist the sheets.

"Oh Kyyeee."

I practically grunt out.

I am so close.

I look down at him as he grabs on to my thighs to hold me down to his mouth. His intense gaze never leaves mine and I am held by his gaze.

I am so close. I feel the liquid building up inside of me.

His tongue moves faster and in a matter of seconds I combust shouting his name. He replaces his mouth with his fingers and watches in amazement and content as I involuntarily squirt liquid out my cünt.

"My Laila"

He whispers coming up from my thighs to kiss my cheek.

You know that empty feeling you get after your climax and all the liquid has left, Kye is now filling it up. He kisses all over me so tenderly. His lips are moisten by my arôusal. He kisses my forehead and stares at me so tenderly and intense I breath heavier.

He is daring me to keep contact with him, and I do. In no time he grips behinds my neck and kisses me savagely. I pull away to breathe, but as soon as I do Kye sticks himself into me. My breath hitches in my throat and the whole time his satisfied eyes never leave mine. He is pleased with what torture he is doing to me.

He places his face on the side of mine and painfully slowly creates a pace for his pumping. I hear his grunts beside my ear, and am just so shocked at how beautiful this feels. He continues filling me up and rests his chest on mine causing me to hiss from the pressure on my nippłes.

"Laila"

He groans turning me on.

I turn my face to face him and kiss him back just as tenderly.

I feel his grip on my ass cheeks spreading them as he pumps into my cûnt.

"Oh fuck."

He's pumping faster.

"This püssy belongs to me."

He states to me but I ignore him.

I then feel a stinging slap on my ass which causes me to not just Yelp but to also turn me on.

He gives me another slap causing me to moan.

"Is this punishment turning you on. You like it when I smack that ass."

I don't know what comes over me, but I bite my lips and nod causing him to get hardèr if possible.

"My firefly."

He says in admiration. There is an emphasis on "my."

"I'm close"

He states.

"Me too"

He looks at me weirdly and then out of nowhere he releases. I release too gripping to his shoulders.

"My Laila. My love. My wife."

He whispers in my ear.

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"Henry. Are you the father? Is the maid really pregnant?"

I ask Henry and Haley and Aunty Rachel are silent.

My kids are spending time with their ... father. They have not see him in a while and I know they miss him.

He dropped me off at Aunty Rachel, and surprised Kyle and Khlo. I don't know where he is taking them. It's ridiculous how I've come to trust him.

"She definitely is pregnant."

Haley states, but Henry is still irritated from seeing me enter with Kye.

He does not say anything to me and in fact ignores my question.

"Are you pregnant? You definitely are not a virgin anymore."

My jaw drops at his response.

"You look like you gained weight. Is it from birth control pills or the pregnancy?"

He states and I reach my hands to choke him but stop myself.

"Henry!"

Haley states.

Aunty Rachel gets so mad at her son she walks away and heads upstairs.

This only makes Henry continue.

"How does millionaire dick feel? How much does he pay you for your services?"

I open my mouth to speak,

"I'm probably gaining weight from the muscle I put on riding him all day and night. Not only that his mom feeds me so that I have the strength to ride him some more like the good cow girl I am. You know she wants to help with creating more grand babies. His millionaire dick feels so good, I want to trap him with a baby so he keeps fucking me for the rest of my life. Glad to see my preparation is working."

I say this all with a straight face while making eye contact with Henry.

I've never seen him so angry. It makes me happy.

I get up to leave, but am then speechless when Henry gets up too and I feel a slap on the left side of my face.

It is completely silent.

Haley, Henry and I all have the same shock in each of our different expressions, my expression is filled with shock, hatred, disappointment, and immense pure unadulterated anger.

In no time at all my reflexes come in and I uppercut Henry in his jaw. My uppercut is followed by blows and he return his blows.

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I have not been to the Duane reed in this neighborhood for years. But if I know what is good for me and Henry I'll find the Duane reed quickly.

I buy some make up brushes, an L.A. Girl green and orange color corrector, a foundation, and powder. This comes up to about $35.

I quickly find a bathroom and put the green color corrector on all my red marks, and the orange on all my dark marks. I then place the foundation over my face and set the make up with the powder.

From what I see in the mirror, you can't see the damage Henry has done to my face. I have a slight bit of puffiness but no one can tell.

My phone in my purse rings and I see it is Kye. I slowly move my hurt hand to my face since I am in pain.

"Hey."

I respond.

"You ready for me to pick you up?"

"Yea."

"Okay well we're outside the Duane Rede."

My mouth drops.

He then hangs up.

"How does he know I am at the Duane Reede?"

I get outside in less than two minutes, and slowly try to casually walk to his car.

I walk to the passenger's side and turn my face towards the window not saying anything to the kids or him.

It is quiet and I feel Kye's eyes on me.

"When did you put Make up on?"

Kye asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"When I was testing it out at Duane Reede."

I say still facing the window.

I let out a breath I did not know I was holding when he starts to drive.

His eyes fall back on me time to time, so I close my eyes to pretend that I am sleeping.

I don't realize when I actually do fall asleep.

I wake up in an empty comfy bed with plush comforting. My clothes are changed from jeans and a hoodie to Kye's T shirt and boxers. My jewelry is no longer on and I realize that Kye must have changed me. I get up and walk down the stairs to find everyone. I then notice I am in an unfamiliar house. I manage to find the living room and hearing music playing.

I walk towards the sound of the music and am surprised to see that Kye is playing an acoustic guitar.

The music sounds very harsh and angry making me nervous.

He stops playing once he hears my footsteps. I do not make eye contact with him right away but I feel the intensity of his stare. Kye is sitting on a chair with a guitar in his hand. On a small table next to him a cup of brown cognac rests.

I feel like I am in trouble. I just feel like he knows-

I slowly bring my hand to my face and notice I don't feel the makeup anymore. Air hitches in my throat and I see a knowing smirk come across Kye's face.

"I first wondered why would you be at Duane Reede for so long and have no shopping bag."

He walks closer to me, and I am stuck I can't run.

"Why do you have so much make up on all of a sudden? Why are you trying to avoid the kids and I in the car?"

I look at my hand not realizing how swollen it is.

He comes closer to me and I realize he smells of whiskey.

"You pretended to sleep and actually fell asleep. When I picked you up from the car and carried you to the room, I noticed your face was swollen. I thought it was an allergic reaction from the make up so I took it off."

"Where are the kids?"

I ask trying to change the subject.

"They are fucking fine! Who the fuck did this to you!? I'm not going to fucking ask you again!?"