TXT - Anti-romantic

Vivian stepped into the penthouse, closing the door gently behind as she crept down the hallway. A few days had passed since the incident. After bolting out of there, she was then ordered to return to her penthouse immediately after to only find Rory laying on the floor.

Tear stained face, blood shoot eyes framed by dark circles and ghost white skin. She looked sickly.

She placed her bag onto the counter and sauntered to the master bedroom. Vivian knocked gently and it opened revealing Gideon with his tie undone around his neck. She gasped, lowering her eyes in obedience. He was usually gone by the time she had arrived.

Glancing into their bedroom, she saw Rory laying on her side, both of their clothes discarded on the floor. Gideon stepped aside, letting her in as he continued to her ready. Vivian gently rested her hand on Rory's shoulder, shaking her awake.

The girl jumped, clutching the toy rabbit tightly to her chest as she craned her head back.

"Morning, Mrs Torres." Vivian greeted, "How did you sleep?"

"I slept okay." She said groggily, sitting up.

She didn't remember waking up from a nightmare last night. Her body was encased in Gideon's own, relaxing into his scent and overprotective warmth. As much as she didn't like the way her body reacted to him, she was somewhat grateful that he shielded her from the terrifying monsters living in her nightmares.

Vivian excused herself, leaving the bedroom to prepare tea for Rory, giving Gideon the opportunity to perched on the bed beside her. His knuckles reached to brush her cheeks. His hand rested on her shoulder before sliding to the back of her head and tugging her forward towards his lips.

His kiss, as always, was roughy and possessive. He claimed her mouth, entangling with her tongue as they tasted each other.

"Today is our last day in Singapore." He explained, "You can do what you want today, okay?"

She nodded and with a quick peck to the lips he was gone.

Her shoulders relaxed to her surprised, she wasn't aware how tensed and stiff she was. Rory laid back down, hugging the bunny to her chest feeling her eyelids going heavy.

Last night, Gideon had staked his claim on her body again - taking her in positions where he made her gaze into his eyes. He wasn't gentle either, though, he never really was to begin with.

"Mrs Torres." Vivian whispered, "Let's get you showered and dressed."

She was ushered into the bathroom, Vivian kicking close the door with the back of her foot. From her pocket she pulled out a foil packet, handing her a pill and bottle of water.

Since that day, Vivian had been ridden with guilt and regret - she wanted to help the girl thus, had secretly been giving her morning after pills in secrecy. It was risky but she couldn't watch the girl writhed anymore. Nothing was helping her.

Rory thanked her, popping the pill in her mouth and prayed it was enough.

"Is there anything you want to do today?" Vivian, from the kitchen, asked.

With a blanket forming her cocoon, Rory shook her head. She was exhausted - mentally and physically, she didn't feel like going sight seeing. Truthfully, she couldn't wait to go back to the Medellín estate where she go sit the with the dogs, ride the ATVs to the creek and play with Cielo.

Despite having Vivian's company, she felt so alone and undeniably she was. She had no one not even her own mother though it wasn't her fault. The illness was eating away at her day by day to the point she could hardly function.

For hours Rory laid on the couch staring into nothingness, the massive tv which begged to be played was never on - just hung there wasteful. The penthouse lights had been switched on and the curtains were drawn. She groggily glanced around - it felt like a moment ago she had just woken up.

Perhaps, her mind had been playing tricks making her forgot the time and place of her consciousness. Or, maybe her body had willed her head to stop thinking because if she thought too much she'll see it all. The bodies, the blood, the guns and the person who stood in the centre of it all. They kept her up at night, haunting her and frightened her to the point she couldn't sleep.

The front door opened, raising the hair on her arm. She knew who it was before she turned to look because who else could it be.

Her husband walked in, carrying a bag full of groceries. Rory puzzlingly followed his movement to the kitchen where he dropped the bags on the counter.

"I can take it from here, Vivian." He said in a gruff voice.

She nodded, picking her all her belongings she had gathered by the door. This was the last time she was seeing Vivian. Regret rose in her stomach and she suddenly wished they had done something together. Rory hopped to her feet and dashed to the door before Vivian could leave. She dived into Vivian's arms and tightly wrapped her arms around her waist. Thankfully, she hugged back.

Rory pushed back the tears at the feeling of being hugged back. It was warm and reminded her of her mother.

"Thank you for everything." She murmured. She was really grateful especially risking everything just to give her those contraceptive pills.

"It was part of my job." She sighed, though her heart warmed at the gratitude. "Stay safe and healthy, okay?"

Rory nodded and watched her leave.

Gideon appeared behind her, pulling her body to his chest while he attacked her throat with kisses. It was possessive and hungry, and she was his meal. But, she didn't want sex right now. That was all they've been doing since the incident.

So, she turned to face, glancing into his dark eyes from underneath her lashes while his hands roamed her ass.

"What did you bring?" She questioned in an attempt to pull him away from sex.

"Food," he answered, nonchalantly, "I thought I could cook for us tonight."

She tilted her head to the side in a curious manner, "You can cook?"

He nodded, suppressing a chuckled from her surprise. Gideon dipped his head and pressed his lips against her gently, savouring the feel of her mouth against his. If she only knew how much she affected him.

Her body was lifted off the floor, her legs wrapping around Gideon's waist while he carried her to the couch. He was hungry so hungry but not for food just for her.

He leaned back against the seat with straddling his lap. His lips never left hers once.

Their make out session was heated, as always. His hands roaming her upper body underneath her shirt. Rory kept her eyes closed, hands pressed against his chest and mouth opened to let him have the dominance he was made for.

"Rory, touch me please." He said through the kiss. "I want your hands on me."

She pulled away, her eyes averting from his own.

"I can't." She swallowed. Besides the fact that she didn't know how, she didn't want to because the guilt of everyone who had died would eat away at her.

"Yes you can." He gritted, grabbing both her hands, moving down the length of his body until they rested in his crotch. "Undo my belt." He commanded, in a thick husky voice.

Rory glanced nervously between him and his crotch before, inhaling sharply and obey him. She didn't not want to think about what he would do if she didn't listen to him.

"On the floor and on your knees." He grunted, pushing her down to the floor. "Pull my cock out." Came another order.

Rory grimaced, looking at her through her lashes. She didn't want to do it though, she didn't exactly had a saying it. When her hands reached for the inside of his trousers, he reached to stop her.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to." He said, blankly. Eyes void of any readable emotion. "Do you want to do it?"

She stayed quiet, contemplating whether is was a game or not.

"I'm not playing games with you." He huffed, as if he sensed her uneasiness. "I won't force you, Rory."

"I don't want to do it." She swallowed, after a moment.

Nodding in understanding, he lifted her off the floor to her former position - straddling his lap. Gideon brought her head down to rest of his shoulder and they sat like that for the time being.

The warmth of her body and the smell of her sent electrified jolts through his skin. Every inch of him was dancing with joy just from holding her close. He turned to kiss her head, then bring her hands to his lips and kissed it. He brought one hand to cup his face and leaned in it, pressing a delicate kiss to her palm.

Rory watched him kiss her hands with a thudding heart. The gestured quicken her pulse, causing sweat to gather on her nape - she was nervous and taken back.

Eventually, her stomach grumbled, catching Gideon's attention and he moved them to the kitchen. He placed Rory on the island and she watched tentatively as he began moving around the kitchen with expertise.

As she watched him moving, cutting the veal and vegetables with extreme precision, unwanted thoughts crowded her head. He was a good husband or rather could be if not for his uncontrollable urges and all the violence.

If they had met somewhere, perhaps a bar in NYC, she would have fallen in love with - at first glance. He was man, embodying every women's dream. Strong, powerful and undeniably attractive, an alpha male.

He worked, cooked and he was a romantic. And, most of all he knew how to bring joy to a woman in bed.

Rory continued watching him as he worked, sautéing his veal and vegetables in the pan. The aromatic smell filled her nose and hummed in hunger. Her mouth was drooling at this point, ready to eat whatever he was cooking.

The food was laid on white porcelain plates and champagne served in tall glasses. Rory stared hungry earning a deep, amused chuckle from her husband.

"Eat up." He ordered, sternly to which she complied wholeheartedly.

The first taste of veal mixed with potatoes and beans delighted her tastebuds. Gideon was a magnificent chef - to her surprise. She continued to eat her food in silence though the air this time wasn't tensed nor awkward. No, nothing has ever been awkward with Gideon, tensed but not awkward.

She peeped at him though her lashes and saw he was eating with gusto, indulging happily in his food. But his food was not what was making him happy. Eating meals with her, acting like a couple was what lifted his spirits and putting him in a good mood.

"Do you want dessert?" He asked, "I remembered you took a liking to shaved ice back at the restaurant." He moved the move pulling a bowl and setting in front of her.

It was the shaved ice glazed with rainbow coloured syrup she liked so much that she gave herself a stomach ache from eating as often as she could.

Rory popped the spoon in her mouth and groaned at the brain freeze the dessert was giving her. She opened her eyes and glanced at Gideon who didn't have one in front of her.

"Where's yours?" She so innocently asked with the spoon still in her mouth.

"I'll have my dessert later." He said, a hint of lust surfacing in eyes. It was directed at her, making her swallow nervously and squirmed in her seat.

She continued eating though, her eyes kept flickering back to him, finding him staring at her with a carnal intensity. He looked like he wanted to devour her right there and now. Then, she did something unexpected. Scooping up a big chuck of her dessert, she held it up to him.

Gideon smiled, chuckling lowly as he clamped down on the spoon, taking the cold dessert into his mouth. She continued to feed him while taking bites for herself. Frankly, he was not a big dessert fan, unless it was her pussy he was eating, Gideon enjoyed the affection that came with her actions. Being fed by his wife was something he didn't think would ever occur.

Rory was batshit scared of him, he was aware of that.

"I can clean." She offered after they finished eating. It was only fair since he cooked.

"It's alright." He said, "I'll put them in the dishwasher and the clean up company will take care of the rest."

She nodded obediently and watched him moving around the kitchen, putting the dirty cutlery into the machine.

Afterwards, he took her to the bedroom and they get ready together. Her stomach twisted unpleasantly though she was not certain whether it was the dessert or her anxiety playing up. It was always the same routine - dinner, wash up then sex. It wasn't going to change even if she tried to protest.

So, she crawled on top of the sheets in just her thong, tucking a pillow under her body. Lately, he enjoyed fucking from the back, while pulling her face to meet him, stealing kisses and meeting her eyes.

"Rory," Came his hard voice.

Gideon eyes couldn't tear away from her perfect, round ass. He wanted to fuck until she was lost in her orgasms, until her legs shook so violently she gave up in exhaustion. Never ever had he turned down sex especially not with her when she was ready for him.

However, she had attack that dessert with so much gusto, she was no doubt going to have a stomach ache.

He pulled her the under sheets, placing her head on his chest and said with a smirk, "Sleep now, tomorrow morning I'll take what's mine."