Sinful Acts

Easier Said Than Done

Three weeks. Three blissful weeks of me and Peter being togther since our marriage, we hadn't left the house in days giving the staff the days off and only having the maid restock the kitchen with food each week. We spent our days either in the bedroom or just lounging around reading or playing small games, just couple days ago me and Peter played chess outside. But, since I'm "such a sore loser." I ended it early and sucked him off under the oak tree.

We havent seen any of our families or friends since the wedding, we talked and checked in with them to know we were good but not ready to leave our little slice of heaven yet. But, there always some bumps in the honeymoon stage and that bump was Dorian Gray in Peter mind. Dorian started calling the house soon after the second week of being away from him, he was taking me not seeing him a bit hard when he first called he was sweet and caring then the next day he be vicious and mean. 

His emotions was all over the place scaring me to the point that I just couldn't stomach talking to him, one night he called me drunk I hoped that I was gonna talk to the soft and loving Dorian that I grew to love. But, all I encounter was the evil man that hurt me so long ago, hissing and spitting harsh at me.

"Your acting like a damn child, I told you my honeymoon will be over soon." I hissed through the phone.

"Your a lying whore. You said that weeks ago," he slur his words I rolled my eyes.

"I told you yesterday and the day after that," I rest my palm against my forehead getting an headache.

"I want to see you. Not in two weeks not tomorrow NOW." He shouted the last part making me cringed away.

"I told you we can't see each other in the middle of the night, it go against the agreement with Peter. Once my honeymoon is over I will come over and see you–"

"Fuck Peter and his rules.  You either come over or I drag you back here. " I closed my eyes in annoyed.

"Really? How you gonna do that smartass, you dont even know where i live." I snapped back.

"I just find you just like how I found your number." A shiver went down my spine, I never really thought much of how he got the house number.

"Don't say stuff like that Dorian."

"What? Am I scaring you?" He mocked before chuckling.

"I'm hanging up–"

"Don't you fucking dare, I'll swear I fucking find you and–" i slammed the phone back on the hook a bit shook, my heart was racing fast I could feel the tears falling down my face.

"Melia? What's wrong?" I turned to see Peter rubbing his eyes towards me, I ran into his chest crying as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Was it Dorian, again." I nodded I couldn't help but cry, Peter picked me up and carried me up to our telling me every was okay.

I haven't talked to him since he called, and when he did Peter would answer it and tell him stop calling. After a well, he stopped which made me uneasy since his threats felt genuine and to make matters even worse. Peter had to go back to work which means i would have to be left alone.