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Alison was pacing up and down in the living room when the doctor and Joyce came out.
He walked to them and asked, “Is she okay?”
“Yes, she’s fine,” Joyce replied.
“Is she pregnant?” Alison asked.
Joyce quickly shook her head.
“No, she’s not. I was just hoping maybe she was,” she stuttered.
Allson stared at her for a moment before letting out a small “Mmhmm.”
“She’s not, really. I’m not lying,” Joyce said quickly.
“I didn’t say you were lying, baby, okay? Even if she is, and you don’t want to tell me now, I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s her choice,” Alison replied.
Joyce nodded, then looked at the doctor.
“Thank you, doctor. I’ll come with her to the hospital for follow-ups so you can keep checking on her.”
The doctor nodded and walked out.
Joyce looked at Allison, then settled into his lap.
“Where’s Ryan?” she asked.
“Well, Ryan’s outside making some calls,”
“Well, he must go sleep. Or maybe we can give him a room here,” Joyce suggested.
“I don’t think he wants that,” Alison replied, just as a knock came at the door.
“Who is it? Is it Ryan?” Joyce asked.
“I don’t think so,” Alison said as he walked to the door.
He opened it and there stood Mr. Kings.
His face was a mess, eyes red, hair tousled, tie loose, shirt wrinkled, no jacket.
“What are you doing here?” Alison asked sharply.
“I came to see Ana,” Mr. King said, his voice low.
“I don’t think she wants to see you,” Alison replied firmly.
“Ali, just let me talk to her. Let me explain things to her. Please. I’m begging you.”
“No. I don’t think she wants to see you. Understand? You better leave.”
“Come on, man. I just want to talk to her. I just want to apologize,” Mr. Kings insisted, his voice breaking.
Alison stared at him a moment longer.
He could see the pain in Mr. King’s eyes.
He hated it...hated that part of him still felt sympathy.
Joyce appeared behind Alison.
The second she saw Mr. King, her face hardened.
“What are you doing here?” she snapped.
“I just want to see Anna.”
“No. You’re not going to see her. It’s late. You should be sleeping. You should be celebrating your engagement day with your fiancée. What are you doing here?” Joyce’s voice was rising.
“I just want to talk to her, okay? I can’t sleep knowing she’s not okay.”
“She’s fine. She doesn’t need you. We don’t need you here. Please leave.”
Joyce tried to close the door, but Mr. Kings stuck his foot in.
“Look, Joyce, let me just talk to her. Please, I’m begging you. I know I’m an asshole. I know you probably hate me. But please let me see her. Just once.”
“I’ll talk to him,”
Joyce and Allison turned to look at Ana who was standing behind them.
Ana's eyes locked onto Mr. King’s, holding them for a beat before turning to Joyce.
“It’s okay. I’ll talk to him.”
Joyce hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Mr. King looked visibly relieved.
He stepped in as Anna turned and walked back down the hall, leading him into her room.
-
“Ana,” Mr. Kings called softly.
“Close the door,” Ana replied without turning to look at him.
Mr. Kings quietly closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked coldly.
“What do you want?”
“I’m sorry,” Mr. Kings said, his voice low.
“What are you sorry about?” Ana asked, still not facing him.
Mr. Kings stepped a little closer, not too close, but close enough.
“I don’t know what I’m sorry for,” he replied honestly.
Ana turned slowly to look at him.
She stared for a moment, then scoffed bitterly.
“Then why are you here? Why are you even saying sorry if you don’t know what you’re sorry for?” she snapped.
Mr. Kings rubbed his head nervously.
Ana’s eyes drifted down to his hand.
There was no ring.
The engagement ring he had worn earlier… was gone.
“Where is it?” she asked sharply.
“Where’s your ring?”
Mr. Kings looked at the floor before he mumbled,
“It didn’t fit. I put the ring on Fatima, but she didn’t put one on me. It was too small.”
Ana stood still for a moment, processing that, then nodded slowly.
“Then why are you here? Why did you come?”
“I came because I wanted to see if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” Ana said sharply.
“Now you know. You can leave and go back to your fiancée. And your sorry? What are you sorry for?”
She added before he could speak. “ You keep saying sorry, but you don’t even know what for. What kind of apology is that?!”
“I’m sorry for hurting you, okay? I’m sorry for marrying her. I just… I didn’t have a choice.”
“Then explain it to me!” Ana yelled.
“Explain why you’re marrying her if you don’t want the ring! If you’re sorry—*explain!*”
“I can’t,” he whispered.
“Why not?!” Ana’s voice broke.
“Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on? Why is it so easy for you to hurt me, Charlie? Why is it so damn easy for you to keep breaking me?”
He just stared at her without saying anything
“Do you remember what I asked you in Paris?” Ana whispered.
“Do you remember it? I asked you, ‘Why do you keep hurting me?’ What did you say, Charlie?”
Mr. Kings lowered his gaze.
“I said I’d never hurt you.”
Ana laughed bitterly.
“And look at what you’re doing now.”
She took a breath, her voice rising again.
“You hurt me again and again. You married her. You put that ring on her finger. You kissed her. I was standing there, watching it happen, and you didn’t even look at me. Not once.”
She paused, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling fast.
Then she turned around.
Mr. Kings stepped closer, voice shaking.
“I’m sorry again. I can’t tell you why I’m doing this right now, why I’m mad. But please, baby… please just be with me.”
“Be with you?! Why would I do that? Why did you come here, Charlie, if you don’t even want to explain anything to me?” she said, turning sharply to face him again.
“I came because I… I still love you,” he said softly.
“No, you don’t,” Ana said instantly, cutting him off, tears now burning in her eyes.
“You don’t love me, Charlie. If you did, it wouldn’t be this easy for you to keep hurting me. Everything you do, every single choice you make, proves one thing..you don’t love me.”
“That’s not true,” Mr. Kings said, his voice cracking.
“I fucking love you.”
“No,” Ana said, stepping back.
“You’re lying to me and to yourself. You do not love me, Charlie.”
“I'm not lying to myself,” Mr. Kings said, his voice low and rough.
“And I'm not lying to you. I do love you.”
Ana’s eyes flared.
She stepped back, shaking her head.
“If don't ove you then tell me why I'm still here ".
“Because you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the idea of having me. That was it. That’s all you wanted you wanted to possess me. That’s all I ever was to you.”
Her voice cracked, full of pain.
“And nothing ever changed not for me”
She turned away, swallowing a sob.
“That’s not true, Ana,”
Mr. Kings whispered.
“That’s not true. My love for you is not fake. I do fucking love you. I know you don’t believe it because of everything I’ve done. Because of how I hurt you. But I love you, baby. I do love you.”
He stepped toward her.
“No,” Ana warned, backing away.
“Don’t come closer to me....”
“Ana, listen,” he said again, and then suddenly his arms were around her, pulling her into him as she resisted, fighting him with her fists.
“I’m sorry, okay? Just this one night,” he whispered desperately.
“Just give me one more night. Then I’ll let you go.”
Ana sobbed against his chest, her body trembling.
One night?
Was he telling her that after tonight,.
He would really let her go?
She let out another broken sob.
“I promise I’ll never hurt you again,” he murmured into her hair.
“I swear. Just one more night, and after that, I’ll stay away. I’ll disappear if that’s what you want. I just need to hear you say it one last time. That you still love me. I just want to hear you scream my name, just once more, Ana. Just one more night.”
He pressed a kiss to her ear, and Ana’s knees weakened as her heart shattered.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she whispered.
“Why, Charlie? Do you hate me that much that you keep hurting me? Do you ever feel anything when you break me like this? Do you even feel pain when I cry like this?”
“I do. I do, Ana,” he said, holding her tighter.
“I feel it all. I feel everything. Every damn piece of pain you’re feeling right now..so do I.”
Ana pushed at his chest with both hands, her eyes burning.
“Then why are you doing this? Just tell me! Just lie to me if you have to. Tell me this is all a joke. Tell me none of this is real. Tell me you’re going to wake me up and everything will be fine again.”
She was gasping now, trembling, eyes soaked with tears.
“Ana…”he breathed, reaching for her again.
“Look at me. Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I promise just...”
“No!” she shouted, pulling away.
“I don’t want your promises! You keep promising me things you never keep! You swear you’ll change, and then you come back and break me worse than before. How long do you plan on lying to me, Charlie? How long?”
A strangled sob escaped her lips.
Mr. Kings swallowed his own pain as tears threatened to fall.
Fuck, he hated seeing her like this,especially because of him.
His hands wrapped around her, protective and desperate.
This time, she didn’t push him away.
Her body trembled as she sobbed in his arms.
Mr. Kings gently turned her around to face him.
His chest tightened.
The pain on her face stabbed straight through his heart.
He was really an asshole.
“Babydoll, I’m..”
A loud slap cut him off.
Fuck. She had slapped him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but another slap hit his cheek.
Ana’s hands were trembling as she stared at him.
How could he still call her babydoll?
After everything? .
She hated that.
“Ana,” Mr. Kings said softly, but she slapped him again.
And again.
Slap after slap.
Until he caught her hands, raised her arms above her head, and pinned her against the wall.
“Let... me go! You BASTARD! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE Y...”
His lips crashed onto hers.
Hungrily sucking her lower lip, she fought him ,pushing, resisting,but he didn’t stop.
His mouth devoured hers.
His tongue invaded her, sliding deep down her throat as he sucked her tongue.
She let out a muffled whimper.
And then..her body betrayed her.
It responded to him, instantly.
She bit his lip.hard.till she tasted blood.
Mr. Kings cursed, pulling back from the kiss, but he didn’t let her go.
His hand gripped her thighs as it slid upward between her legs, fingers pressing against her soaked panties.
“Stop... it... y..” she whispered, her breath shaky.
“If you keep doing this, I won’t fucking stop, Ana,”Mr. Kings growled.
She was about to answer, but he kissed her again.
Deep. Hard. Possessive.
Trapping her.
Ana shuddered.
She hated how her body was already begging for more.
She bit his lip again, but this time,he didn’t stop.
He kissed her like a man starved.
Ravishing her mouth until they were both tasting his blood.
Then..he turned her around.
Her back pressed to his chest.
His mouth attacked her neck as one hand slid down, fingers rubbing her throbbing cl**t through her panties.
A loud moan slipped from her lips, her legs trembling beneath her.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered darkly against her neck, his breath hot and ragged.
Ana gasped, her head falling back on his shoulder as his fingers slid beneath the lace of her panties, .
Finally finding her bare, slick heat.
“Say it,” he growled.
“Say you want me.”
“I hate you,” she breathed out, barely holding herself together.
But her body said otherwise.
Her hips rolled into his hand, chasing every stroke of his fingers.
“Liar,” he hissed, licking up the side of her neck before biting it gently.
“Your p**sy is dripping for me, Ana.”
She moaned, arching her back into him.
Her nails clawed at the wall in front of her, trying to ground herself as his fingers moved faster, harder.
Her knees threatened to buckle.
“You gonna come for me, babydoll?”
“Don’t... call me that...” she whimpered, but it came out weak.
“Why?”he whispered, licking the shell of her ear.
“Because it still makes your pussy clench when I say it?”
A soft cry escaped her lips as her body started shaking.
He knew.
He always knew how to touch her.
How to ruin her.
His free hand grabbed her chin, turning her head so he could kiss her again, deeper this time.
“Come for me,” he demanded, voice low and rough.
“Right fucking now.”
And just like that, Ana shattered.
Her body convulsed, her moans swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her through it, holding her tightly against him, fingers relentless until the last tremor passed.
Her breathing was uneven, her legs barely holding her up.
He turned her again, eyes dark and hungry.
“I’m not done with you,” he said.
“Not even close.”
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Alison was pacing up and down in the living room when the doctor and Joyce came out.
He walked to them and asked, “Is she okay?”
“Yes, she’s fine,” Joyce replied.
“Is she pregnant?” Alison asked.
Joyce quickly shook her head.
“No, she’s not. I was just hoping maybe she was,” she stuttered.
Allson stared at her for a moment before letting out a small “Mmhmm.”
“She’s not, really. I’m not lying,” Joyce said quickly.
“I didn’t say you were lying, baby, okay? Even if she is, and you don’t want to tell me now, I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s her choice,” Alison replied.
Joyce nodded, then looked at the doctor.
“Thank you, doctor. I’ll come with her to the hospital for follow-ups so you can keep checking on her.”
The doctor nodded and walked out.
Joyce looked at Allison, then settled into his lap.
“Where’s Ryan?” she asked.
“Well, Ryan’s outside making some calls,”
“Well, he must go sleep. Or maybe we can give him a room here,” Joyce suggested.
“I don’t think he wants that,” Alison replied, just as a knock came at the door.
“Who is it? Is it Ryan?” Joyce asked.
“I don’t think so,” Alison said as he walked to the door.
He opened it and there stood Mr. Kings.
His face was a mess, eyes red, hair tousled, tie loose, shirt wrinkled, no jacket.
“What are you doing here?” Alison asked sharply.
“I came to see Ana,” Mr. King said, his voice low.
“I don’t think she wants to see you,” Alison replied firmly.
“Ali, just let me talk to her. Let me explain things to her. Please. I’m begging you.”
“No. I don’t think she wants to see you. Understand? You better leave.”
“Come on, man. I just want to talk to her. I just want to apologize,” Mr. Kings insisted, his voice breaking.
Alison stared at him a moment longer.
He could see the pain in Mr. King’s eyes.
He hated it...hated that part of him still felt sympathy.
Joyce appeared behind Alison.
The second she saw Mr. King, her face hardened.
“What are you doing here?” she snapped.
“I just want to see Anna.”
“No. You’re not going to see her. It’s late. You should be sleeping. You should be celebrating your engagement day with your fiancée. What are you doing here?” Joyce’s voice was rising.
“I just want to talk to her, okay? I can’t sleep knowing she’s not okay.”
“She’s fine. She doesn’t need you. We don’t need you here. Please leave.”
Joyce tried to close the door, but Mr. Kings stuck his foot in.
“Look, Joyce, let me just talk to her. Please, I’m begging you. I know I’m an asshole. I know you probably hate me. But please let me see her. Just once.”
“I’ll talk to him,”
Joyce and Allison turned to look at Ana who was standing behind them.
Ana's eyes locked onto Mr. King’s, holding them for a beat before turning to Joyce.
“It’s okay. I’ll talk to him.”
Joyce hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Mr. King looked visibly relieved.
He stepped in as Anna turned and walked back down the hall, leading him into her room.
-
“Ana,” Mr. Kings called softly.
“Close the door,” Ana replied without turning to look at him.
Mr. Kings quietly closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked coldly.
“What do you want?”
“I’m sorry,” Mr. Kings said, his voice low.
“What are you sorry about?” Ana asked, still not facing him.
Mr. Kings stepped a little closer, not too close, but close enough.
“I don’t know what I’m sorry for,” he replied honestly.
Ana turned slowly to look at him.
She stared for a moment, then scoffed bitterly.
“Then why are you here? Why are you even saying sorry if you don’t know what you’re sorry for?” she snapped.
Mr. Kings rubbed his head nervously.
Ana’s eyes drifted down to his hand.
There was no ring.
The engagement ring he had worn earlier… was gone.
“Where is it?” she asked sharply.
“Where’s your ring?”
Mr. Kings looked at the floor before he mumbled,
“It didn’t fit. I put the ring on Fatima, but she didn’t put one on me. It was too small.”
Ana stood still for a moment, processing that, then nodded slowly.
“Then why are you here? Why did you come?”
“I came because I wanted to see if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” Ana said sharply.
“Now you know. You can leave and go back to your fiancée. And your sorry? What are you sorry for?”
She added before he could speak. “ You keep saying sorry, but you don’t even know what for. What kind of apology is that?!”
“I’m sorry for hurting you, okay? I’m sorry for marrying her. I just… I didn’t have a choice.”
“Then explain it to me!” Ana yelled.
“Explain why you’re marrying her if you don’t want the ring! If you’re sorry—*explain!*”
“I can’t,” he whispered.
“Why not?!” Ana’s voice broke.
“Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on? Why is it so easy for you to hurt me, Charlie? Why is it so damn easy for you to keep breaking me?”
He just stared at her without saying anything
“Do you remember what I asked you in Paris?” Ana whispered.
“Do you remember it? I asked you, ‘Why do you keep hurting me?’ What did you say, Charlie?”
Mr. Kings lowered his gaze.
“I said I’d never hurt you.”
Ana laughed bitterly.
“And look at what you’re doing now.”
She took a breath, her voice rising again.
“You hurt me again and again. You married her. You put that ring on her finger. You kissed her. I was standing there, watching it happen, and you didn’t even look at me. Not once.”
She paused, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling fast.
Then she turned around.
Mr. Kings stepped closer, voice shaking.
“I’m sorry again. I can’t tell you why I’m doing this right now, why I’m mad. But please, baby… please just be with me.”
“Be with you?! Why would I do that? Why did you come here, Charlie, if you don’t even want to explain anything to me?” she said, turning sharply to face him again.
“I came because I… I still love you,” he said softly.
“No, you don’t,” Ana said instantly, cutting him off, tears now burning in her eyes.
“You don’t love me, Charlie. If you did, it wouldn’t be this easy for you to keep hurting me. Everything you do, every single choice you make, proves one thing..you don’t love me.”
“That’s not true,” Mr. Kings said, his voice cracking.
“I fucking love you.”
“No,” Ana said, stepping back.
“You’re lying to me and to yourself. You do not love me, Charlie.”
“I'm not lying to myself,” Mr. Kings said, his voice low and rough.
“And I'm not lying to you. I do love you.”
Ana’s eyes flared.
She stepped back, shaking her head.
“If don't ove you then tell me why I'm still here ".
“Because you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the idea of having me. That was it. That’s all you wanted you wanted to possess me. That’s all I ever was to you.”
Her voice cracked, full of pain.
“And nothing ever changed not for me”
She turned away, swallowing a sob.
“That’s not true, Ana,”
Mr. Kings whispered.
“That’s not true. My love for you is not fake. I do fucking love you. I know you don’t believe it because of everything I’ve done. Because of how I hurt you. But I love you, baby. I do love you.”
He stepped toward her.
“No,” Ana warned, backing away.
“Don’t come closer to me....”
“Ana, listen,” he said again, and then suddenly his arms were around her, pulling her into him as she resisted, fighting him with her fists.
“I’m sorry, okay? Just this one night,” he whispered desperately.
“Just give me one more night. Then I’ll let you go.”
Ana sobbed against his chest, her body trembling.
One night?
Was he telling her that after tonight,.
He would really let her go?
She let out another broken sob.
“I promise I’ll never hurt you again,” he murmured into her hair.
“I swear. Just one more night, and after that, I’ll stay away. I’ll disappear if that’s what you want. I just need to hear you say it one last time. That you still love me. I just want to hear you scream my name, just once more, Ana. Just one more night.”
He pressed a kiss to her ear, and Ana’s knees weakened as her heart shattered.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she whispered.
“Why, Charlie? Do you hate me that much that you keep hurting me? Do you ever feel anything when you break me like this? Do you even feel pain when I cry like this?”
“I do. I do, Ana,” he said, holding her tighter.
“I feel it all. I feel everything. Every damn piece of pain you’re feeling right now..so do I.”
Ana pushed at his chest with both hands, her eyes burning.
“Then why are you doing this? Just tell me! Just lie to me if you have to. Tell me this is all a joke. Tell me none of this is real. Tell me you’re going to wake me up and everything will be fine again.”
She was gasping now, trembling, eyes soaked with tears.
“Ana…”he breathed, reaching for her again.
“Look at me. Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I promise just...”
“No!” she shouted, pulling away.
“I don’t want your promises! You keep promising me things you never keep! You swear you’ll change, and then you come back and break me worse than before. How long do you plan on lying to me, Charlie? How long?”
A strangled sob escaped her lips.
Mr. Kings swallowed his own pain as tears threatened to fall.
Fuck, he hated seeing her like this,especially because of him.
His hands wrapped around her, protective and desperate.
This time, she didn’t push him away.
Her body trembled as she sobbed in his arms.
Mr. Kings gently turned her around to face him.
His chest tightened.
The pain on her face stabbed straight through his heart.
He was really an asshole.
“Babydoll, I’m..”
A loud slap cut him off.
Fuck. She had slapped him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but another slap hit his cheek.
Ana’s hands were trembling as she stared at him.
How could he still call her babydoll?
After everything? .
She hated that.
“Ana,” Mr. Kings said softly, but she slapped him again.
And again.
Slap after slap.
Until he caught her hands, raised her arms above her head, and pinned her against the wall.
“Let... me go! You BASTARD! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE Y...”
His lips crashed onto hers.
Hungrily sucking her lower lip, she fought him ,pushing, resisting,but he didn’t stop.
His mouth devoured hers.
His tongue invaded her, sliding deep down her throat as he sucked her tongue.
She let out a muffled whimper.
And then..her body betrayed her.
It responded to him, instantly.
She bit his lip.hard.till she tasted blood.
Mr. Kings cursed, pulling back from the kiss, but he didn’t let her go.
His hand gripped her thighs as it slid upward between her legs, fingers pressing against her soaked panties.
“Stop... it... y..” she whispered, her breath shaky.
“If you keep doing this, I won’t fucking stop, Ana,”Mr. Kings growled.
She was about to answer, but he kissed her again.
Deep. Hard. Possessive.
Trapping her.
Ana shuddered.
She hated how her body was already begging for more.
She bit his lip again, but this time,he didn’t stop.
He kissed her like a man starved.
Ravishing her mouth until they were both tasting his blood.
Then..he turned her around.
Her back pressed to his chest.
His mouth attacked her neck as one hand slid down, fingers rubbing her throbbing cl**t through her panties.
A loud moan slipped from her lips, her legs trembling beneath her.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered darkly against her neck, his breath hot and ragged.
Ana gasped, her head falling back on his shoulder as his fingers slid beneath the lace of her panties, .
Finally finding her bare, slick heat.
“Say it,” he growled.
“Say you want me.”
“I hate you,” she breathed out, barely holding herself together.
But her body said otherwise.
Her hips rolled into his hand, chasing every stroke of his fingers.
“Liar,” he hissed, licking up the side of her neck before biting it gently.
“Your p**sy is dripping for me, Ana.”
She moaned, arching her back into him.
Her nails clawed at the wall in front of her, trying to ground herself as his fingers moved faster, harder.
Her knees threatened to buckle.
“You gonna come for me, babydoll?”
“Don’t... call me that...” she whimpered, but it came out weak.
“Why?”he whispered, licking the shell of her ear.
“Because it still makes your pussy clench when I say it?”
A soft cry escaped her lips as her body started shaking.
He knew.
He always knew how to touch her.
How to ruin her.
His free hand grabbed her chin, turning her head so he could kiss her again, deeper this time.
“Come for me,” he demanded, voice low and rough.
“Right fucking now.”
And just like that, Ana shattered.
Her body convulsed, her moans swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her through it, holding her tightly against him, fingers relentless until the last tremor passed.
Her breathing was uneven, her legs barely holding her up.
He turned her again, eyes dark and hungry.
“I’m not done with you,” he said.
“Not even close.”
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