My Blind Husband

Cherise’s eyes fluttered open, still groggy from sleep. She could barely see the man on top of her before his hungry kisses stole her breath away.

Damien’s dominant, suffocating kiss left her breathless. She gasped as memories flooded back, throwing her for a loop.

Cherise attempted to push him away, but she soon gave up and let him have his way.

The flashbacks and the familiar scent told her, without even looking, that the man shamelessly violating her against her will was Damien.

Seeing her submission, Damien smirked with amusement. “Thought you would put up a bigger fight.”

“Tired from trying,” Cherise mumbled, her voice tinged with a strained facade of annoyance. “Besides, what’s the point? I can’t escape anyway. Might as well just enjoy it.”

Her blunt honesty made Damien laugh. He playfully pinched her cheek. “So, finally admitting you enjoy my kisses, huh?”

Cherise blushed and turned away, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. “I didn’t say that. Just simply accepting what is.”

Damien’s passionate kiss triggered a flood of sweet memories. Memories of their past intimacy and the undeniable pleasure they shared. Honestly, there was no point in denying her own feelings. She secretly enjoyed these moments with him.

“Thinking things through, huh?” Damien said, rising from the bed with a knowing smile as he drew back the curtains. Sunlight streamed into the room.

“Since my dear Mrs. Lenoir is exhausted from our ‘workout, let’s grab a quick dinner downstairs. Everyone is waiting for you, you know.”” Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Cherise frowned. “Everyone? What do you mean?”

Wasn’t it supposed that the two of them were going to Shawbury?

At first, Cherise wanted to take Soren and Serafina along, but Damien insisted they go to school. Now, he mentions that everyone awaits her, and Cherise wonders what he means.

Damien said softly, “This time, we’re going with Mr. Hampson, Otto, and Blake with his girlfriend.”

Cherise was surprised. “Mr. Hampson and Otto going together makes sense, but Blake and…”

“Blake’s girlfriend is also from Shawbury,” Damien interjected, seemingly reading Cherise’s thoughts.

He kissed her forehead and continued, “Blake has quife the eye, picking a girlfriend from your hometown.”

Damien pulled Cherise into his arms and explained, asked Blake if he wants to join us. After all, you with his girlfriend. But he later discovered she’s from Shawbury too and has close relatives getting married. So, he asked if he could come along,”

“So Blake’s coming for his girlfriend, not us?” Cherise clarified.

Damien nodded with a faint smile. “You could say that.”

“As his parents, and with us all heading to the same place, I couldn’t find a reason to refuse.” Cherise said.

He gently ruffled Cherise’s hair and said, “Alright then. Hurry up and get ready; everyone’s downstairs. waiting.”

Cherise nodded and went to freshen up.

By the time they went down, it was past nine. Otto and Mr. Hampson were engaged in a cautious conversation, occasionally sharing quiet laughs.

Ponytailerella sat on the carpet, writing something on the coffee table. Blake, seated across from her, observed her with a mesmerized gaze, In his typically impassive eyes, there was now a hint of tenderness.