CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ALEXANDRA JONES
WE FINALLY REACH THE CABIN AFTER THE LONG walk from the pond, and I push open the door, eager to be inside the cosy space. I slide off my shoes and begin to undo my coat. Glancing back, I see Ares putting the skates aside. Unhurriedly, he turns to face me, and our eyes lock in an intense gaze.
Feeling a surge of affection, I step towards him and grab the sides of his coat, pulling him close to me. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, igniting a spark between us. The world around us fades away as we become lost in each other’s embrace, stumbling back towards the stairs in our fervour.
With gentle movements, my hands find their way beneath his coat, pushing it down his shoulders, and he helps discard it, throwing it to the side. The kiss deepens, and my fingers inch up to the hem of his shirt. I can feel his warmth against my skin, and the desire between us intensifies.
As I tug on his shirt, wanting to remove it, he raises his hand slightly, breaking our kiss. I look into his eyes, and he flashes a playful smile, knowing exactly what I want. Without a word, he sweeps me up in his arms, throwing me over his shoulders effortlessly. My heart races with anticipation as he carries me towards the bedroom, my laughter mingling with the pounding of my heart.
His hands grab onto my ass, as he settles me down onto the bed.
I grab my shirt and throw it to the side, revealing my khaki bra and his lips continue to attack mine as we undress ourselves. His trousers fall to the floor, my jeans get stuck to my ankle as I fall onto the bed. He slides them off and kisses down my leg, I release a gasp from his cold lips as they slowly reach my inner thigh.
“Be rough.” I whisper. “I know the last time we had sex; you were trying to be gentle but don’t this time.” His lips pull away from my neck, and his eyes lock onto mine.
“Alexandra-”
“Ares, I’m not asking you.” His eyes slowly darken.
“Take your underwear off, put it in your mouth.” My stomach flutters, and I slowly slide down my underwear as he turns around to the bedside table. He grabs what looks like tape and turns to face me. “Mouth.” He orders me again; I shove my underwear inside of my mouth before he slides out a piece of tape. He tears it with his teeth and moves closer to me before layering it above my mouth.
He turns me around, pushing me down onto the bed before grabbing both my hands behind my back and taping it. His rough hands slam against my ass, I release a muffled moan. He kicks my legs apart, my ass in the air-my face resting on the covers. I feel his finger brush against my exposed clit, “so fucking wet already.” He pushes his finger inside of me, thrusting it in and out-my eyes widen at his speed wanting nothing more but to moan loudly.
I feel his other hand slide down my spine before reaching my bra-he unclips it and it flings open. He adds another finger, and I could hear the sound of my wetness. He slaps the side of my ass harder, I groan-my eyes closing.
I think he forgets how strong he really is.
But every time his slaps me, I feel myself growing wetter.
He brushes the tip of his cock along my cunt, up and down before he pushes himself inside of me in one go. I scream into my underwear, and he grabs my taped hand before plunging into me, I could feel his entire dick inside of me. His free hand travels down and wraps itself around my hair before pulling me up.
He thrusts into me, and my eyes slowly roll back from the pleasure it’s providing me, suddenly both his hands grab onto my throat, and he wastes no time going harder-the sound of his balls slapping against my cunt echoes around the room along with my silenced moans.
“Mhm.” The sounds huddled in my throat wanted to come out, to express how good he’s making me feel.
“Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.” He whispers into my ears, his hands tightening around my throat-how is he lasting so long? My pussy clenches around him, and I could tell he likes it by the groans leaving his mouth. His dick slamming into me, my back arching and then he pushes my head back down into the mattress. I’m unable to breathe, but I don’t care.
I love this.
He unloads inside of me.
I cum all over his cock, suffocating into the bed sheets.
He loosens the hold on the back of my head, tears forming on the side of my eyes from the silent pleasure as he lifts me up. He slides of the tape from my mouth, pushing his hand into my mouth as he removes my underwear.
He kisses my mouth, and then pushes me down onto my knees.
I look up at him, “open.” He demands, my mouth falls open almost begging him to do whatever he wanted. He shoves two fingers deep down; I gag wanting to grab his wrist, but I couldn’t. “Come on angel, you can handle more than two fingers.” He rubs onto his hard cock before plunging it deep into my mouth, the sounds that came out of me were unforgiving, but he seemed to like it as he guided my head in and out and I feel my spit falling out of the sides of my mouth.
He groans, I look up to see that his head has fallen back.
He looked like a Greek God.
He pushes into me fast and suddenly I feel his slap me across my face. I gasp with his cock deep into my mouth, and he slaps me again.
“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful like this…on your knees. For me.” He whispers, I could feel him slowing down before hot semen shoots down my throat. He slides his cock out; I finally take a deep breath and he lifts me up from the ground and his thumb enters my mouth as he opens it widely.
“Tongue.” I slide out my tongue and watch as he spits into my mouth before turning me around. He rips the tape with his bare hands, and I bring my hands in front of me as I rub my red wrists, I feel his lips slowly sink into my neck.
“How was that for you?” He whispers, I smile leaning my back against his chest.
“Amazing.” I whisper, secretly wanting more.
As I finished my refreshing shower, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and made my way downstairs, my damp hair clinging to my shoulders. The thought of checking my phone crossed my mind, and as I pick it up, I notice a new message notification from Aunt Coraline.
Aunt Coraline (9:03pm): please make sure to use protection!
Aunt Coraline (9:03pm): I already used this Virgin Mary excuse once.
Aunt Coraline (9:04pm): also, I’ll give you a call if your parents are on their way, have fun!
I smile, shaking my head at her messages before replying. “Alex! Get me a towel from the cupboard,” he called from upstairs.
“Sure!” I reply, making my way back upstairs and into the bedroom. I open the sliding cupboards to find the towels stacked at the top, just out of my reach. Determined, I spot a chair in the corner and brought it over, placing it onto the floor. As I climb onto it, I notice something intriguing behind the towels—a black box hidden from view.
Glancing at the bedroom door to make sure no one was coming; I quickly threw the towels onto the bed and retrieve the black box. Setting it carefully on the bed, my curiosity got the better of me. I couldn’t resist taking a peek inside. With a slow and steady movement, I slid off the lid, gently setting it to the side.
I noticed an envelope tucked beneath some papers. My hands trembled slightly as I reach for it, and with careful movements, I unseal the envelope and extract a thick piece of paper. I unfold the paper, the world seems to slow down, and my heart sank to the very core of my stomach.
The contents of the letter left me stunned, unable to grasp the reality of what I am reading. It felt as if the ground beneath me was crumbling, and I struggle to comprehend the words that held so much weight.
“Alex, didn’t you hear me? It’s fine, I found one-”Ares began, but his voice trailed off as he saw me holding the photos and the certificate.
“We’re married?” I whisper; the shock evident in my voice.
His jaw tenses, and he hesitates before glancing at the engagement box on the bed. “Why am I holding a marriage certificate, Ares?” I ask, my heart pounding with confusion and fear.
A marriage certificate with our names and signature.
“I didn’t want to bring you here, Alex.” He starts, but I cut him off, shaking my head in disbelief. I grab onto my throat, suddenly air is unable to exit my mouth. I stumble backwards, my back colliding with the dresser and the frames falling onto the ground causing it the glass to break and splatter over the room. I turn around, grabbing onto the edge of the dresser as I close my eyes and focus on my breathing.
This is too much.
This is all too much for me.
This is all…breathe…breathe…
“Alex.”
“I can’t do this,” I whisper, my voice quivering. I drop the certificate that was once in my hand onto the floor. “I can’t do this anymore.” I pull the draw open, and grab one of his shirts, quickly pulling it over my head, dropping the towel. I hastily slid on my jeans, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. I needed to leave, to escape from this overwhelming revelation.
Ares tries to stop me from leaving, blocking my path with his body. “Let me through,” I plead, tears streaming down my face.
“Alex, please—we can talk about this,” he implores, his voice tinged with desperation.
I shook my head, my heart aching with the weight of my decision. “I can’t do this anymore, Ares. Don’t you understand? I’m not her! I’m not her anymore! I’m a different person!” With all my strength, I push him, trying to get him out of the way of the door but he wouldn’t budge. “Let me through! Now!” I cry, my emotions overwhelming me. He still wouldn’t budge, and I begin to slam my hands against his chest- trying my hardest to run.
All whilst he takes the pain.
“Alexandra, please—you don’t need to be her anymore!” He said, his hands resting onto my cheeks, brushing the tears away but they wouldn’t stop falling. I shake my head, grabbing his wrists. “You don’t need to-”
And there it was, a tear falls down his eyes.
Ares is crying.
“Please. Don’t leave me again.” He speaks.
“Ares, you don’t love me... you love her,” I whisper, pointing back to the black box. “I am not her anymore, and I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not. I can’t live in her shadow any longer. I know how much this hurts you, I can see it in your eyes when I ask you things.”
I took a deep breath.
“I love you so much, Ares. But I can’t be with you if you can’t fully love me, the person I’ve become. I deserve to be loved for who I am now, not for who I once was.”
He shook his head, unable to find the right words.
“I love this Ares—the one who cares for me now—but I need to let go of the past. For both our hearts, I need to do what’s right for us. And that means we’re done.”
And it happened so quickly.
The way his eyes darkened.
He releases hold of me.
“Are you fucking serious?” He said, his words catching me off guard.
“Ares-”
“You’re so fucking selfish,” he whispers, pushing himself away from the door, giving me the opportunity to run, but I couldn’t move.
“Excuse me?” I ask, my voice trembling with hurt and confusion.
“Don’t you understand how hard this is for me?” He continues; his tone raw with emotion. “Day and night, I wake up to know that my own wife doesn’t fucking remember me! The love of my life forgot me! Out of everyone! I have been trying, over and over again, like a dog after a bone. Do you know how hard it is when the love of your like asks you who you are?”
His words pierces my heart, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I had never wanted to hurt him. We were wrong for rushing into something so painful and hard, I watch as he stumbles back, grabbing his face before he smashes everything from the shelf, the books fly to the corner- the flowers fall from the vase.
Diávolos.
“Ares stop this!” I yell out, he slams his fist onto the shelf. His back tensing in front of me.
“You think it’s easy for me?” He spoke, not wanting to look me in the eyes. “Every time I look at you, I see the woman I love, but she doesn’t remember me. I feel like a stranger to my own wife. I’m trying my best to be patient and understanding, but it’s tearing me apart.”
My heart aches at his words, and tears well up in my eyes.
“Tearing you apart? Me too!” I sob, my emotions overflowing. “This is hard for me too! But you don’t understand because you’re not the one with memory loss! I am! You’re a stranger to me, don’t you get it? You met me two years ago, but I met you just two months ago, Ares.”
He slowly turned his head to the side.
And I realise, that I shouldn’t have said that.
Why would I say that?
He’s anything but a stranger.
“A stranger,” he whispers, his voice filled with hurt and pain.
“I didn’t mean it like that-” I start, but he cut me off.
He walks past me, grabbing his trousers and pulling out his car keys. “Go,” he said, holding the keys out for me to take.
“Ares-” I plead, reaching out to touch his arm.
“Get out, Alexandra,” he said, his voice sounding cold and distant.
My heart sank, knowing that I had hurt him deeply. I didn’t want to leave things like this, but I could see that he needed space to process his own feelings.
We both needed space.
We both rushed this.
I rushed this.
I gave him hope.
And ruined it with just one word.
Stranger.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Just get out.” He still hasn’t even dared to look me in the eyes, as if I disgust him now. The distance between us felt like an unbridgeable chasm, and my heart ached at the sight of him shutting me out. With a heavy heart, I took the car keys from his hand, my fingers trembling. I didn’t want to go, but I knew that staying would only cause more pain for both of us.
As I walk away, the weight of my decision weighs heavily on my shoulders. The tears blurs my vision, but I knew that I had to give him the space he needed, even if it meant walking away from the man I love.
I rush down the stairs, hastily grabbing my phone and shoes before bolting out to the car. As if the weather mirrored my turmoil, rain pours down heavily. Unlocking the car, I slid inside, feeling the heaviness of my emotions overwhelming me. Tears streamed down my face as I slam my hands against the steering wheel in frustration and despair.
Over and over again.
In that moment, it felt like I was running away not just from Ares but from all the hardships and uncertainties that life had thrown my way. I didn’t know how to handle the flood of emotions or the complexities of my memory loss, so I chose to escape instead. The sound of rain hitting the car’s roof echoed my inner turmoil, and I sat there, feeling lost and vulnerable.
As I grip the steering wheel tightly, I knew that running away was just a temporary solution. I couldn’t avoid my problems forever, but at that moment, I needed space and time to process everything that had happened.
Something I should have done from the moment I found out.
I didn’t know where I was going, and it didn’t matter. All I knew was that I needed to escape from the overwhelming reality and find a moment of solace.
And there was only one place for that.