Chapter 37

Cheating v/s Vengeance

"Marry me" I told him and his gray orbs shining for a split second and later wondering if I was possessed.

Yes I was possessed with my desperation. I badly wanted to know who and where the third guy was. The other one was Weasley Monroe and Mark was still friends with him.

The third one had no sign of him in his life. I had thoroughly checked his face book, Instagram and all the possible social networking sites to check if the third one was anywhere to be found. But I failed miserably.

David doubted for a moment but hugged me back immediately "I knew it. I knew it. You'd one day realize our love was stronger that all the evils and it won. Like how I realised that my dreams were much smaller than the love I had for you."

I felt like an vicious bitch, selfish person on earth but. I had to do it. I know David would hate me once he realizes that it was all a made up plan that I had designed to get back to three demons of my life and I would never back up.

I failed each day when I failed to find out who was the one to attack Liza but fortunately Liza had moved on, thanks to Jack, his support and love that they both are together.

Even Liza got entry to the Olympics selection with the grace of David's words.

I loved Davidson, I still do but I guess my hatred is much stronger than my love or I am crashed to the level of evil myself that I can think of nothing but vengeance.

My father had been helping the cops about his links with the human trafficking department.

He still is working with them but it is a disguise as he is indirectly helping the police department to find the main lead of the business.

Unfortunately though my dad once worked on a big scale but he was only a tiny fish in the whole ocean of deadly whales.

David's kiss that burnt fire inside me and I melted as I immediately opened to him, I was the same girl who loved him back five months ago and for the moment I wanted was to pull him to my bed and explore him from top to bottom, to kiss him to have him, to succumb to him and shout the moans of his name..

But focus Shyna, Mark is his brother....

I pushed him hard and the expression of shock and disapproval caught my eye but I fixed it sooner saying "Wouldn't it be sexier if we try to maintain celibacy till we are married?"

Davidson chuckled as he moved his hands around his hair scratching the back of his neck nervously "I was so scared that like all other times in the past you are pushing me again."

He pulled me into his embrace, digging his head on my shoulders in the curls of my blonde and whispered "I love you."

I realized I hated myself more than anyone in my life doing this to the one I love.

I wanted to apologise him, tell him sorry and tell him that I was Cheating, pretending, wanted to ditch him once I saw his brother inviting his best friend to his brother's wedding; our wedding and then with a puff I would be gone, rather constrained for murdering three people in one day in my own wedding ceremony probably I'll be punished to death.

Everything was planned!

Rather it was more than planned.

Since I hadn't seen David after I told him to forget me. I did keep a tab on his activities though. I read his blogs, his twitters, news lines about him and that was the only thing that kept me sane.

He instead tried to call me but I rejected all his calls re-reading his text messages for god knows how many number of times which said how much he loved me, reminded me of the dates we spent together, how he stated that he actually made love with me only me and he still hadn't given up on me, on us. He knew whatever I say or do, we were destined to be together making me wonder inspite of being having an ugly and dark life I had really been fortunate to have a lover like Davidson in my life.

Bad for him, I never replied his messages.

Still he didn't give up on me and kept on enquiring about me from Liza and Jack who'd every now and then tried to convince me to take him back.

I wish I could do that..

I was very happy that I read in the papers that he was back in the town today with millions of worth of endorsements to his credit.

His father was finally proud of him as he stated in his interview last night that he never thought that the game and the business skills went hand in hand with Davidson.

He was the richest person in the generations that they had.

His name was also benefitting the firm in its business.

He was so strong, so focused and dedicated in his game bringing laurels to the country especially in the Olympics that all the brands that delivered the same features of honesty hardwork and durability wanted their products to be recognised with same had chosen him as their ambassador.

I was happy to breath the same air that he did when he was here in town in the morning flight.

I resisted my urge to go to the airport to take a glimpse of him but I knew he'll realize soon that I was there and come to me.

Little did I expect him to crash at my place especially when all the paparazzi were following him everywhere.

"Finally people will stop calling me a gay" he chuckled as he brushed my lips to his and turned towards Spike to cuddle him.

Why oh why do I have to do this to him?

I look upwards to stop the tears from flowing. I needed that act but I needed this guy who was much more confident than before with so many victories to his credit. His determination was strong and there were instances, short moments that I felt that he caught my lies the way he squinted a look at me trying to read me but I was a broken piece of shit who was alive only because she wanted to get back to those evil demons; one of them was his brother.

"He's grown fat. You feed him your food too" David asked as he pulled me towards him, his hand snaking around my waist, other still caressing Spike, his head resting in the crook of my neck and he bit me again to mark me as his own.

'If I wasn't yours I wasn't anybody else's' I promised him mentally as I relaxed in his proximity.

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"So what's the catch Shyna?" The same voice that had the power to strangle my lungs and choke me to Death spoke as I waited at the airport for my parents and brother who were flying for the wedding.

I closed my fists tight to dig my nails in my palms enough to bleed bit that was the only thing 'pain' that could control him for the moment.

I knew all I had to do was pull him tight in my grip and strangle him with my elbow 1.. 2... and he'd be gone for ever.

Or simply twist his neck sideways, a crackling noise and he'd be dead but that wouldn't be enough, that wouldn't quench my vengeance, I wanted three of them lying dead and their pool of blood flowing beneath my feet.

I am not a demon but with what they did to me, I want it to be a lesson to others not to try on a girl because how much weak she may be or appear to be but she has the strength to make or break the cycle of life.

"You want to know," I closed the distance between us, his breathing hitched for he knew how strong I was "go find out"

"I would" he confirmed as he scratched his day old beard earning a sarcastic smirk from me.

"Does he know how screwed you are?" He asked smiling his venomous twitching of lips.

"Why don't you go ahead and tell him how you and the other two friends of yours f##ked me! r@ped me! starved me and even abused me when I did not have the room for third one being exhausted by other two who not only were drunk but also high enough not to remember if they were f#king a damn girl not an animal." I let it out. If my internals were in a turmoil I did not let it show both in my voice nor in my eyes that were still and cold.

"Are you playing games with me?" He asked frustration and fear clear in his accent.

"Find it out" I murmured moving ahead to arrivals where my parents and my little brother had arrived.

I did not let my sour mood effect my meet with my younger brother Elvis for the first time.

What shocked me was he jumped on to me hugging me like a monkey's baby.

When I looked at my mom she simply shrugged "he misses you"

I wiped the tears off my eyes and walked past the demon cheerily leading my family.

Davidson's pov

There are two Shyna's with me everytime.

One that immediately melts into my touch and kisses me like there is no tomorrow. What an incredible feeling it was when she ripped off my number 10 t shirt taking me to her bed forgetting her 'celibacy till wedding' rule.

Honestly I too said "fuck that rule" but soon the distant Shyna overpowered her.

This Shyna is cold and is always lost in her thoughts.

She even murmured apologies to me yesterday for no reason and I knew that she meant it but soon disguised into her mask that she puts on in front on me time to time.

I know her enough to decipher that there is something running in her mind and that is big'. It is disturbing her to an extent that she even has sleepless nights. How much so ever she denies and hides the dark circles with the proficient make up taught by Liza but the redness at the edges of her eyes aren't missed by me.

She doesn't even let me in her house after 9 in the evening making me wonder how our nights are going to be after the marriage but the passion that I see in her eyes, the love for me, I guess that is enough for me to lead a life with her. My love of life.

For present I am enjoying the time I get with her, having romantic dates which are nothing but shopping excursions which I guess she is bored off and is disinterested too but does it for the sake of doing.

I like the fact that few more days and she'd be mine for ever, my wife, my better half and finally I will be able to declare to the media that haaasssshhh I am not a Gay.

I am a normal man who has fallen for the most beautiful girl of the universe.

I wonder why Shyna is reluctant to share the news of our wedding with paparazzi probably she hates Attention.

Sometimes I even feel that I am much more excited about the wedding than she is.

She did not show any profound interest in her wedding gown sighing irritably while the measuring assistants of the designer were piping in where in I was going all ballistic about sharing my tie and handkerchief color with her dress, my marketing agency seems to be more careful about that.

They consider me as an equity and want to careful about the details.

Thus giving Shyna another reason for having a low profile wedding.

She on the other hand suggested a huge bang up engagement ceremony before the wedding and invite to every single person on earth that we or our family knew.

Wedding preparation were sulking day by day hectic that they were except when I'd steal my moments like when we went cake shopping I pressed the whole butter cream icing of the sample cake on Shyna's face and licked it till the tits of her bosoms hardened pressing on to me, the core of her inner thighs moistening shouting for me.

Thanks to the idea of keeping the bride and groom in disguise we were alone in the tasting room

Also while were shopping dresses I volunteered to choose lingerie for her and she accepted to model them for me.

These moments made up for the times that we spent apart from each other.

I am so glad that those days of separation are now gone and she is here with me..... Sometimes.....

Sometimes but God knows what happens the rest of the times when she is an alien lost on the earth.

I wanted to know what happened on my birthday, why she was clinging to Rob as her life depended on him. Why did she push me so hard? Why did she lock that Rolex watch which was a gift for me, I knew it before hand in her locker, never giving it to me.

But I thought of otherwise of burying the past and looking ahead in the future.

I felt myself to be a lucky bastard when I came only to have a glimpse of her and if I was lucky I could spend some time with her but I guess I was blessed with some good deeds that I might have done in my past carnation that she offered to marry me and I agreed solemnly.

Rather I proposed it to be by the end of this very month.

Even Mark says that I am completely whipped by her that I am not thinking straight. I can do much better than her.

But who the hell wants to think straight ?

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If white was the color of bride I believe they should change it to pink.

She looked like a pretty Angel driving down the clouds in a floral car wearing a smallveil that was embedded with stars.

Her little brother who were friends with me instantly when I asked for a hi five for a prank that he played on one of his aunt who was busy gossiping about some wedding that she might have attended earlier and kept on blabbering by dropping a realalive lizard in the glass of wine that she was ipping holding the the stand o fthe glass in a most sophisticated way as she clicked her long painted probably artificial finger nail to the butt of the crystal ware.

The most hilarious part being that she was so engrossed talking that she realized the presence of the poor animal only after the rim of the glass touched her glossy red lips and the trembling insect tickled her jaw line.

The look on her aunt's face was worth a movie of Mr. bean compromised.

I fell in love with the sibling of my love instantaneously. He was equally fearless like Shyna.

He always stood by her. Probably he too missed his sister like I did.

Shyna was great when she met my mother but stiffened or you can say her expressions turned unusual when she was introduced to my brother and his best friends

Shyna was never the same after that. She smiled a smile that did not reach her eyes, she was polite with her conversations but hertrain of thoughtswandered far far away.

She gave a soft smile when I pecked her but when I pressed her bosoms pretending it to be an accident which under normal circumstances would earn me a glare followed by a seductive smile, she didn't seem to notice it today.

The ceremony ended uneventful with cutting of cakes and raising of toast and before I could realise the evening was already over.

When Shyna came to bid farewell after her parents, her deep goldens looking into mine as she had plenty to say but bit her lips as she was mortified not to utter a word.

"Just wait till you are mine then there will be no secrets" I murmured in her ears which made her stare back at me with shock and guilt.

Before I could analyze or enquire further she was hushed into the limousine that her father had booked for the event.

Shyna's pov

"You are my girl" his gray strands of hair were protruding and the bags under his eyes showed how tired he was because of aging as he continued "you have always been daddy's girl and I always loved you. I still do" my dad paused biting the choking feeling that he had in him.

I did not know how to react. I didn't have the slightest of idea whether I had forgiven him or if I ever could or rather if it mattered any longer but the warmth and honestly in his words made me glued on the floor in front of him as he continued "things were sour between us and I promise you and I'd anything to get back same love and respect from my girl in her eyes for her dad. You'll give me a chance?" He asked expectantly and I couldn't help but nod in acceptance.

Today was probably my last day in their lives and I could do it. For once I could forgive him for all that he'd done, not because he's my father but because he'd tried to rectify his mistakes. He's been doing everything to get hold of three guys. He had been helping the cops.

He kissed me on my forehead giving a slight hug scared that I'll push him back but I didn't .

When he was about to leave he turned around from the white door of my room shouting my name as I reached my cupboard "Shyna" he paused "David is a great guy. He loves you. But I will always love you more."

He sent a flying kiss towards me and I smiled with tears dwelling in my eyes.

However sentimental and overwhelming this encounter with my dad had been but I felt lighthearted and easy and instead of turning to what I had been planning to do, I just threw my black leather clothes on the bed and lied down on my stomach trying to live for the day, my mom's fuss and cuddle when she saw me in my trial of bridal dress, my dad's warm hug, my brother's possessiveness as he wanted me to himself sharing his little tales of his teachers and friends and Davidson, I sigh as I think about him. He looked both &exy and adorable in his white suit and a bow. I really wanted to pounce on him and dodge all the guests and take him to the restrooms behind the banquet hall.

It was only after the arrival of the trio that things turned upside down.

David immediately understood that my body had stiffened but I did not disclose about the fact to him. He tried to comfort me with his touch as he pressed my hands under the table but I guess the loud and fast beats of my heart gave it all to him.

He never let go my hand till I stepped into limousine.

'I love you Davidson' I murmured to myself

And like they say that the wires to hearts are linked, my phone immediately beeped with a message from David "meet me at the back exit door of football grounds."

I smiled at that message with my heart arguing with my head.

I look at the black outfit on my bed and then at the white gown hanging graciously in my wardrobe.

"Why not for just few hours live as his bride." My heart overpowered as I slipped on to the white satin dress, ready to meet the love of my life and never to be' my husband.

I finished with the only make up of lip gloss that I applied- cherry flavored that I knew David loved kissing and determined to make love to him for one last time before I live my own ruined destiny I left the house.

Davidson's pov:

My mind lingered on at the scary looks, twitching of her goldens, her pressing my palms again and again, the discomfort that she'd. Even through all the while at the engagement ceremony.

She was quite comfortable in the beginning but soon as the guests arrived, her face paled and she was a distant person after that.

I wouldn't be at peace till I learn what was disturbing her so much so pulled on my cardigan, picked up the keys and drove to her place.

Also I wanted to tease her that I'd come to her to have one last quickie before marriage. I'd love to se her cross because of my impatience but I'll cover it up soon being a joke.

I jumped through her window. I found it a little awkward and desperate entering through the main doors and greeting her parents "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Hollsberg I am here to see my bachelorette girlfriend for the last time till she becomes my wife"

Nay nay I prefer heading directly to her room hideously.

But when I entered her room, she was no where to be seen.

'shit! I should have called her before coming. Hell with my surprise' I cursed myself.

I thought of calling her up and asking to come to her room.

If I was minutely surprised when the phone buzzed in the room itself then I jumped in shock when I read the message in the inbox that she'd left open

"meet me at the back entry of football grounds."

I shouted aloud not bothering if they'd judge me if they see me here a night before the wedding

"Steve. STEVE"

"Jane"

"JANE"

"What happened son?" Her father asked surprised to see me in her daughter's room as he rubbed his eyes showing that he was asleep.

"Come on Steve it's okay David we aren't that short minded and you can see Shyna whenever you want, we do not believe in bad omens" her mom cooed forgetting that I had been shouting for their names in top of my lungs in despair.

"Jane listen to me " I shouted demanding their attention.

"Shyna received a message from me to meet me at the football grounds" I explained.

"So I told you we do not have any problem in that we trust you" her dad said swiftly.

"The problem is" I shouted "I did not send that message"......

"Shit!"

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