Chapter 9
Shyla
I open my eyes but I’m in a home I’ve never seen before. The floral decor with golden stems tying them together line the walls and columns. Footsteps from behind has me turning.
“Is that you, my love?” I call out.
I see my husband walk up to me with all smiles. His black hair had gotten my attention in a world full of blonds. He stood out and those differences intrigued me. He enters our new home and his appearance changes subtly the closer he gets. His black hair lightens to red and his blue eyes shift to green. By the time he’s standing in front of me, he’s much different than the man I agreed to marry.
“It’s you!” I hiss. “What did you do to my husband?”
His eyes flash with hurt as he answers. “I am him.”
“No, you’re not!” I yell because I fear for my husband’s life. I’ve heard nothing but bad things about the god standing in front of me.
He stares at his feet for a beat then looks up at me with pleading eyes. “It’s been me the entire time. I just didn’t think you’d love me like this.”
“You tricked me! They said you’re always up to no good.”
He’s in my face as soon as I finish my sentence. He cups my face and stares into my eyes. I can see the glimpses of the man I’d fallen for over time. “I’ve been nothing but good to you.”
“How?” I cry. “Why would you do something so cruel? I didn’t do anything to deserve this!”
He rakes his hands through his almost waist length red mane as his eyes silently plead with me.
“You’re you. I fell for you the moment we met, but you couldn’t see past the rumors about me.” He pulls me close and my body reacts the way it always does near my husband. “I changed my appearance, but I’ve never lied about who I was to you. You know the real me better than anyone.”
Tears fall from my eyes, but my mouth is stuck. I don’t know what to say. It’s a lot to process. My body feels it’s the right person, but my eyes feel like they’re being deceived. I’ve always been intrigued by the real him but was warned by everyone to stay away.
I hang my head, If I’mbeing honest with myself, I had fallen for the other version of him because something about him reminded me of the real him. He lied to me and tricked me like the others said he would, and it hurts.
His body heat falls away when he steps back. His eyes shine with unshed tears and I watch his throat work to swallow as he prepares to speak.
“We can cancel it. It can be null, and I’ll set you free.” He turned from me and watching him walk away broke my heart more than any lie he could tell.
“Wait!” I yelled so he could hear me. His face was blank when he turned to me, but I could somehow feel his heart breaking. “Promise me you’ll never lie to me again.”
He was on me in a flash, giving me the kisses, I crave.
It really was him.
“Never,” he promised between kisses.
Our passions escalateduntil I clawed at our clothes to free our bodies. I fell back on the bed completely naked and stared up at my husband until my mind fully caught up. Mine. He hovered over me as nude as the day he was born, and it thrilled me. His red, silky hair curtained us as he leaned closer to me. I somehow got the guy I always wanted but was too afraid to get.
“You’re so beautiful, wife. All of you. It’s not your body. I see the beauty that radiates from within.”
“Is this your way of celebrating since you’re about to take my virginity?” I teased him.
He smiled back but his eyes remained serious. Reaching behind him, he appeared to pluck something from his back. A golden snake slithers in his massive palm.
“The gift of undying love. A part of me…” the snake jumped out of his hand and burrowed itself into my inner thigh. “Is now part of you. I love you in this lifetime and will find you in other lifetimes to love you some more.”
∞∞∞
I awaken disoriented. I’m no longer in that place. A memory? A dream? I’m in Iam’s penthouse and my head is in his lap. Even with the questions swirling in my head, I don’t miss the opportunity to nuzzle his dick. It hardens but Iam laughs then switches me to straddling his thighs. I look up from his erection to his amused eyes.
“A beautiful woman with a one-track mind.”
