Chapter 5 Her.
~Hazel.
If I can't own it, then I'll steal it.
Go ahead. Judge me. Or don't.
……..
For a moment, it felt like all my worries had been taken away.
I stayed quietly in Walter's arms, breathing heavily while his hands stroked my back.
That feeling, that peace… it was meant to be MINE.
Walter broke the hug, a soft parted his lips. “I knew you'd be home soon,” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
It looked like he was going to burst with happiness.
He'd look at me for a while, then hug me again.
He wouldn't stop smiling, he wouldn't stop blushing then the moment he whispered, “I love you, Hannah,” My heart shattered into fragments.
It was at that moment I realized, I was NEVER getting a chance to be with Walter.
That voice, that gaze, it didn't belong to a man who didn't care. It belonged to a man who would give his all for Hannah.
He loved her, just like everyone else while I … remained in the shadow of that love.
Gently, his hands stroked my hair.
“You changed your hairstyle on your way?” He asked.
Everything about the way he treated Hannah was gentle.
Maybe a little bit too gentle.
I nodded, captured by his eyes.
Once again, he pulled me into arms. This time, his hands went loose, gently falling from my waist to my…. Ass.
His hands cupped my flesh, squeezing them with his firm grip as a soft groan escaped his lips.
“You look more beautiful today,” he whispered, desire looming in his voice. “Maybe it's because I haven't seen you in a while.”
No idiot…. It's because I'm not HER.
His fingers pressed further into my skin.
This time, they travelled high and low, gently massaging my ass as his face was slowly buried deep into my neck.
His hot breath hit my skin and a wave travelled across my body. One I couldn't control.
“Uhhh,” I moaned uncontrollably.
“I like the sound of that,” he whispered, his voice thick and commanding.
I could feel it already. I was dripping…. Wet.
Ready to take in every inch of his cock. I wanted to scream his name with my hands buried in his back.
I wanted to have myself folded and tossed around his bed, begging to be free with my legs shaking in desire.
But … I couldn't.
Immediately, I got a hold of myself and pushed Walter.
“I. …I'm sorry,” I stuttered. I lowered my head, the guilt swallowed me whole. “I'm sorry but we can't do this.”
“Why?” He asked, his face covered in confusion.
“I'm not Hannah …. I'm Haven. Mom and dad had sent me here…..”
Laughs.
Only over my grave would I do something so stupid.
The moment Walter whispered into my ears, I pushed back a little.
“Kiss me,” I requested like a slut.
I've always prayed for this and for no reason, would I let it slip off my fingers.
And oh, did I mention. It wouldn't be a bad idea getting pregnant. Would it?
“I want you,” I whispered when his hands finally landed on me.
….
I was laying in my brother-in-law's bed, taking every inch of him.
I moaned and begged for more while he called a name that wasn't mine.
“Hannah,” he'd whisper.
Every time he did, it broke my heart. But I ignored it. I knew what I wanted.
I wanted to carry his child. I wanted nothing more but to take Hannah's place in his heart.
His thrusts grew faster, stronger with every second that passed. His hands grabbed my bosom.
“I'm coming,” he announced…..
But suddenly, he pulled out, releasing on the floor instead.
“Why?” I managed to ask, catching my breath.
“Why what?” He asked, breathing twice as heavy.
“We agreed to not having a child. Remember?”
“Hmmm,” I answered, pretending to agree.
Walter stepped into the restroom and I couldn't stop asking myself why they'd decided not to have a child.
I knew Hannah. Way too well.
She would definitely want to mark her territory. Claim Walter by carrying his heir. So what was wrong?
That night, I laid on Walter's chest, my eyes were wide open while he was fast asleep.
Thoughts flew endlessly in my head.
Why did they agree not to have a child?
Why does Walter love her this much?
And most importantly. What would mom and dad do if they found out I'd slept with Hannah's husband?
They'd toss me aside, make me vanish into thin air, made sure I was far …far from where anyone could reach or save me.
Father would kill me with his own hands. Mother would boil me.
I was trying to figure it out… the perfect lie to tell them. To keep it all hidden till I finally figured out a way to make sure I carried Walter's child.
It looked like only seconds had passed and it was morning already.
I woke up to Walter's soft kiss landing on my forehead. “Good morning, princess,” he whispered.
I smiled….but it didn't last long. That voice in my head; it told me. “This life? It isn't yours. It's Hannah's.”
I ignored it.
With a smile hanging on my face, I let myself sink into the moment.
I returned every kiss, blushed at every comment. Like his wife, one that I was meant to be, I helped him get dressed, escorted him on his way out and waved while he left.
I headed back into the house with my heart feeling warm.
I couldn't help but picture another night with Walter. I wanted it to continue. This life. … I wanted more.
I sat at the edge of the bed, my whole body fuming with jealousy when my phone buzzed.
I looked over the screen.
Dad.
My heart hit my chest.
I slowly slid the answer button.
“Good morning dad,” I said, trying to sound as normal.
“You think we wouldn't know, don't you?” He asked, his voice filled with rage and resentment. “We're not stupid, Haven.”