Oh no. This is not good. I thought as I looked at my husband, sitting and nursing a glass of Bourbon.

I had to force myself to swallow the pizza I had already chewed. My palms were clammy from fright because let's face it. I was scared of Keith. Keith gave off this..this..aura that made people scared of him. The only one that wasn't scared of him was his mother and Leo, and maybe some of his other friends. No matter how nice he was being as of recent, I still couldn't get past that fact.

I, on the other hand, have never been one to stand up for myself, I have always been submissive for as far back as I could remember and it was probably to get people to like me. So it was only natural that I was scared of him.

"Good evening. When did you come in?" I said with a nervous smile.

How much had he seen? I really hope he hadn't seen me with Jason. Even if he had seen me come in with him, let it be he didn't see us kissing. God let it be that he saw us drive in and then went back to his drink...but why is he drinking in the dark?

"Past 6pm this evening.". Great. The one time I decide to go out with a guy, he decides to come in early.

" I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming back today. I would have made something for you to eat earlier. I'll go whip something up."

"It's okay. Don't bother. Mother already brought something for me."

Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! His mother? That means she knew I went out too. That judgmental woman will not let it rest and will conclude I went out with a man...which I did but still...

"Do have a good night Maya." He said as he stood up. He was calm, too calm.

"Good night Kei..." I was cut off when I caught his eyes and the storm brewing in his eyes. He was angry. No. Scratch that. He was mad, red eyes mad.

When he left, I looked around my temporary haven and signed sadly. "Good bye paradise." I whispered as I dropped my pizza box on the table started clearing my movies away. Soon, everything was in order and just before I could pick up my pizza, my eyes caught the Bourbon bottle he left on the table and I sighed as I returned it back to the bar. Just before placing it inside, I was overwhelmed with this curiosity to know how it tastes. I had never tasted anything alcoholic, not even a red wine, talk more of whiskey.

I shrugged and gave in to that daring side if me that wanted to know how it tastes. Taking a mouthful of it at once, my face scrunched up immediately it touched my tongue and I wanted to spit of out but I didn't want to waste it, so I just swallowed it. I couldn't possibly pour back the little left, so I forced myself to finish it. I felt warm, very warm. I shrugged it off and rinsed the glass and returned it to its place before going to my temporary room downstairs. Eating three more slices of pizza, I stripped and wrapped a towel around my body as I decided to pamper myself, something I hadn't done in a long time.

I put on the cast cover I had gotten from the hospital because in as much as I asked for a waterproof cast, I didn't want to take chances of getting it wet. As I waited for the tub to be filled with water, I proceeded to shave off all the hairs on my body and then I stepped into the bath and let out a sigh which was a mixture of relief and pleasure.

After 15 minutes, I pulled the plug and then stood in front of the mirror I had avoided for so long. Did I think I was beautiful? Facially, yes. Bodily, no. After hearing people, both in real life and on social media say that being fat is disgusting, I was convinced that being fat was actually disgusting and that nobody would look at me twice. That's why I couldn't understand what Jason saw in me enough to pursue me.

I took a deep breath and looked past my neck and saw the things I was already used to, already knew. My breasts were to large, my stomach wasn't flat, my thighs were too meaty and I had cellulites. The only part of my body that wasn't that big were my arms. They weren't as meaty as my thighs. I sighed again for the thousandth time that day and dried off before putting on my terry bath robe. What I didn't expect was to see Keith sitting in the only chair in the room and waiting for me. For some reason, seeing him just annoyed me. It was surprising because I don't remember ever seeing someone and getting annoyed just because I saw the person. Maybe it was the alcohol.

"Where were you?" He asked and my annoyance increased. To think he had let it go had been to good to be true.

"Out."

"With who?"

"A friend."

"I didn't know you can kiss your friends. It seems the definition of friendship have changed over the years."

I didn't say anything to that because I didn't want to say anything that would lead to my getting hurt. My mouth was suddenly feeling very loose and I didn't like it because if I were to say something that would warrant a painful reply from Keith, I was going to cry.

"I don't want you to see him anymore." He said point blank and my jaw hit the floor in shock. I reacted without thinking.

"What? You can't just make decisions like that yourself."

"Well I just did."

"Well I refuse."

"What did you say?" He asked in a dangerous low voice that made me unconsciously shiver in delight, which disgusted me because I didn't want to react to him especially when he was being an ass.

"I..I said I refuse. When we got married you, on your own, decided that this would be an open marriage. You imposed it on me and I didn't say anything. But this time around, I won't let you choose my friends and I won't stop seeing anybody just because you don't want me to. It is an open marriage after all."

Well well well Maya. Who knew you had it in you? Preach it! The daring side of me said. I could swear it was the alcohol.

"No it's not. Not anymore."

"You don't get to decide on your own."

He stood and walked closer till he was standing directly in front of me. He was so close I could smell the soap he bathed with.

God, he smell so good. No. Stop it Maya. Stop it.

He leaned down so close that my breath caught in my throat when I thought he was about kissing me but when he whispered "You belong to me Maya, and I'm not sharing you with anyone", I was snapped out of my stupor. I hated the smug tone in his voice, I hated the fact that he thought he could joke with something like that. Why talk like you want me just to laugh in my face? I felt tears well up in my eyes.

" Fuck you." I whispered with a tremor in my voice as I pushed against his chest. Even though he didn't budge, I still pushed. I hated myself for how weak I was, for how it took very little to make me cry. I also hated the fact that despite the fact that I was a big girl, I couldn't put enough force behind my push because I was too nice.

"I don't belong to you. I'm not like a piece of wood." I didn't belong to anyone, especially someone that treated me like furniture. I bet he didn't like the idea of someone taking his cook and cleaner away from him.

I willed myself to not cry, telling myself over and over again that it didn't matter, but then he cupped my face and kissed me. I could perceive the liquor on his breath and I closed my eyes in pain.

Another drunken moment. Is he ever going to want me when he is sober? What am I? Some drunk fuck for moments when he can't get a lay?

"I don't want to share you with anybody." He said between kisses as he led me to my bed. It was when my back met the bed and I felt his hand try to loosen the belt of my robe a voice whispered You are making this too easy. Why do you always do this Maya? This is why people walk all over you. You make yourself too easy.

"Stop it Keith. I don't want to do this." I said softly and he did. As he hovered over me, I could feel his hard length pressing against my stomach. He let out a breath as his forehead met mine. Apart from the first time we had sex, Keith and I had never been this close, ever. So for Keith to be this close to me with an erection was shocking.

He then stood up and cleared his throat as I sat up and fixed my robe.

"I'm sorry." He said as he cleared his throat again. I frowned.

"I shouldn't have done that... But I meant it when I said you belong to me Maya. I want you and I'm not willing to share you with anybody. I have been trying to show you that I want you but apparently it hasn't been enough. So I'll try harder. But do know that I always get what I want."

I stared at him in shock and couldn't move, not even when he bent to place a kiss on my lips. Smiling, he said good night and closed the door behind him. Only one thought came to my mind.

What the fuck just happened?

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