Corrupt

Corrupt

Alana's POV

We were packing to return home after a wonderful week of having so much fun. After our marriage, the next day we went out to ice skate and just have the time of our lives. But when we came back, we made a silly mistake. We had earth shattering sex.

I. Couldn't. Move. An. Inch.

It hurt to move everywhere. Even my soul stung. I literally cried because I couldn't move about, so I was stuck in bed and he had to work from home, even though we had plans to not work at all.

He seemed excited about it for some reason and it pissed me off even more. At least I abused it and made him do everything for me as payback, and I mean every single thing.

Now I could walk better, but we had to return back. Ryan promised to bring us back here if I wanted for our honeymoon and I couldn't help but jump at the offer.

But when we reached, I noticed something weird about him. He didn't let me move or touch anything. And I mean literally move. I was stuck to the bed. The one time he let me move as we were going down the stairs, I almost tripped and he legit barked at me to be careful with my body.
What the fucking hell? In case he doesn't know that I'm mad at him, I'll let him know soon. Asshole.

No one really knew we were married, including the male wedding planner that was coming today to see us separately at different times but on the same day. Yes, our arguments were that bad and needed that measure. It's so funny how we couldn't agree on anything.

The wedding planner had already discussed things with Ryan since he had somewhere to be as he had resumed work, it was my turn to meet with the wedding planner.

Apparently he's one of the best in his field.

Ryan specifically warned me to be careful on the steps like I was a damn child, and gosh, I couldn't understand why I could no longer stomach certain smells, and it could be anything. I would just throw up, and I didn't like things I used to like, like chips. Ugh.

So I was extra careful, just like he wanted, then I met with Derek, the wedding planner who had already made himself comfortable and was waiting for me.

After settling down and exchanging pleasantries, we got down to business. We discussed the colours I wanted about everything, settings. It was going good so far until I started to notice weird shit.

He kept staring at my face. He kept complimenting me. He kept smiling at me, with meaning. It was as clear as day, but I still wanted to believe that it was all in my head.

“You look delightful in that dress. Wow.”

At first he complimented my lipstick. I wasn't wearing one. He complimented my eye lashes. I basically did nothing on them and sometimes they were barely visible. They didn't even contribute to my facial features, so why would he notice that?

“Thank you. Please can we go back to discussing the wedding?”

“Yes. Mr Kelsey is truly lucky.” He struggled to peel his eyes off me and I was getting uncomfortable.

Fuck this shit.

“You're flirting with me, Derek.” I said it as directly as I could, and his smile heightened. He seemed…amused.

“You catch on pretty quickly.”

Wow, are you kidding me? No denial? What's with the audacity?

“You can't do that. I'm literally getting married.” I replied with a straight face.

“I believe I should be allowed to do whatever I want with you. If you let me, of course. I mean, I get the hype online.”

I was completely amazed by his unfiltered words. His eyes lingered on my chest and it almost made me vomit.

“What makes you think you can make such suggestions? Has it been working for you?”

“No, just trying my luck.” I was so done with the conversation.

“I'm going to report you to my husband. In the meantime, you can get lost but don't bother running, because he'll catch you.”

“Excuse me?” He raised a brow to me in something akin to shock, but not shock exactly.

“I've always hated violence. Never been a fan of it, but now it seems like you need to be taught a lesson. You think you can go about harassing women like this, then you've hit your end.”

“Threatening me? I'm not small. I have connections. You can't do shit. All I did was flirt a little.”

The audacity. Wow, I've got a huge one on my hands.

“And I'm without values. You lost them first, so why can't I? If you think you can run, try your luck while I call my husband.”

I picked up my phone to do exactly so, then he rose up from his seat and gritted his teeth at me.

“Fucking bitch!” He spat heavily, but I wasn't the least bothered.

“Aww, you poor thing. Run along now.” He made a move to leave and the guards stopped him, but I told them to let him go. I wanted him to believe he could escape this for at least five seconds.

I've never approved of Ryan's methods but looking back, they all deserved it. I was going to let Ryan corrupt me. If I changed him for the better, I was going to let him change me for the worst, I loved it here.

The second I put my husband on the call, I knew Derek was a finished man. He was angry, and he told me he'd handle it but I wasn't having it. I told him I wanted to be there, to watch everything happen.

The fact that it would've gone well if I was interested scared me. I knew I definitely wasn't the first woman, that's why he was so audacious.

Thirty minutes later, I was in a car, driving straight to the location with a gorgeous smile on my face.

A warehouse, and when I got down, Ryan kept guiding me like I couldn't walk by myself, and he kept telling me to be careful and watch my steps. I hit him and pushed him away but he came back and forcefully carried me bridal style the remaining journey, so I forgot to get mad.

When we arrived, Derek was tied up, untouched, and all eyes were on me, including Ryan's.

“What do you want with him babe?” Derek was glaring at me. Shit was becoming real and it's all his fault because I told him to run. So he couldn't even fucking run? How disappointing.

My smile was wide as I stared back at him.

“A couple beatings would do, then we can arrest him. Surely we can get away with hurting him, right?”

Ryan pulled me to him and kissed me, then grabbed my ass as I squeezed. I almost forgot myself and wanted him to fuck me, but we were in public, so I pushed him away to protect myself. I was so terrified of how horny and needy I had become over the past month.

“We can get away with anything, baby, as long as we don't abuse it and don't strike first. I feel bad for turning you into this heartless woman, I mean now you're bullying me too.” He teased me and I found it cute.

“Someone has to, you proud asshole.”

“We'll see about that later.” I knew what he meant. I mean, we all did. He had every plan to dominate me in bed later.

“Hey! We're in public. Oh and we need another wedding planner.”

“Don't worry, already on it.”

Derek was beaten silly, then the police came to pick him up. I didn't go back home, I followed my husband back to work and spent the whole day bullying him while he was trying to work.