Get Me Married

Chapter 38: The intruder

I raised my head up and stared at the cold eyes of Jordan. I swallowed hard and thought of ways he could possibly kill me. My vomit was all over him and my stomach still ached. He stared down at his body and stared back at me. His gaze was cold and angry and I found myself moving away from him while forcing a smile.

“Are you crazy?” He yelled coldly. My head suddenly felt like it was spinning and my knees grew weak underneath me. I braced myself to fall hard on the ground when I felt strong arms and felt myself being lifted from the ground. Jordan’s cologne was the next thing I perceived and I leaned into him as he swept me off the ground. The sweet smell of his cologne was mixed with the stench of my vomit on him but I held onto him anyway and felt him start moving while I had my eyes shut to stop them from spinning.

I felt something hard and cold underneath me and opened my eyes. I was at my bathroom and in my bathtub. My heart skipped when so many unpleasant thoughts came to mind and I struggled to get out of the bathtub but the pain in my stomach and the dizziness I felt restricted me. I turned to Jordan who was now taking off his shirt and swallowed the lump in my throat. I looked away from him and had all kind of scary thought. I tried getting up again from the tub but felt warm palms on my hands and turned to see Jordan staring at me with hard eyes and without a shirt on. My heart started racing inside my chest and slowly felt pains in my chest.

“Shhhh, I’m not going to bite” he said and went for my shirt. I pushed his hands away while trying to hold the different pain I was feeling in different areas of my body. He slapped my hands away, he still had that hard cold look on his face and that was what scared me. My breathing was slowly increasing by the minute, he was going to take advantage of me in such a state and he was scaring the hell out of me. He didn’t seem to care, he lifted my head and took off my shirt even with all my struggling. Then he had his hands at my back and tried unhooking my bra.

“Jordan….” I called out and he stopped and turned to me. I felt tears run down my cheeks and shook my head at him while breathing hard. I shut my eyes again and opened them, feeling the dizziness take over me. He stopped trying to take off my bra and brought out his hands from my back and placed them on the tub.

“I am not him” he simply said and got up from where he had squat. He turned around and I saw him pick up a towel and made it wet with water. He went ahead to use the towel to wipe off a bit of the vomit I had on his trouser. My breathing slowed down at the safe distance he had with me but I was still scared. A sharp pain hit my stomach and I cried. Jordan turned back to me and squat back to the level he had been before. He stared at me for a long time, without saying a word while I whimpered in pain. He bent over again and had his hands go around my body to my back to unhook my bra again…

“Nooooo….” I cried and he quickly moved away from me. He shook his head and walked out without uttering any thing to me.

I sighed in relief that he was gone and tried to get out of the tub but each time I made a move, the pain in my stomach tripled and the dizziness I felt became worse. So I just laid back in there, feeling awful and sick.

It didn’t take long and I heard noises. My eyes snapped back to the door in panic when I saw

Margaret walk in with her nighties and breathed heavily but not until Jordan walked in

“Ma’am…are you okay?” Margaret said and

I managed to

first” she said and went for my bra just as Jordan did earlier and realization quickly dawned on me. I immediately turned to Jordan but he walked out of the bathroom without waiting for me to say anything. I suddenly felt so guilty to think

done so much to me, I had all right to think he could be capable of such

have a hot bath before helping me out of the bathtub. She wrapped a towel around my chest and helped me back into my room. Jordan was sitting at the edge of my bed still without a shirt. I looked away and headed to my bed and lied

and smiled before leaving me with him. He turned to me, he had an angry look on his face like he was always did when ever he wanted to kill me. I was scared of that look but not as

I had acted. He had a mistress who he loved way too much to involve himself with me. He would never want me or my body.

from where he sat and went to one of my drawers. He brought out some drugs and came towards

and I drank them one by one before trying to look up at him but he looked

him back, scared of staying alone in that room and also because I wanted to apologize for thinking he was going to take advantage of me. But I snapped my mouth shut, he was in a sour mood

when I remembered the first time he had stayed in my room just to make sure I slept. My cheeks heated up when I remembered the way he had carried me into my room when I came back that afternoon and how he did the same after throwing up on him. It made me happy thinking about that Jordan. It always reminded me of the man I spoke to on phone before I got married. The Jordan that gave me my dream wedding.

would usually do, though it was clear he was angry about it. Could

closer look at the figure and realized it wasn’t

lowly just to hear him speak but he didn’t. Instead he walked deeper into the room and I got

stranger said nothing and