My One And Only

Kian checked his phone where Madison had texted him the address of their new apartment.

It was only two hours drive away from the city. Apartments outside the city were cheaper than the ones closer to the cities.

Throughout the journey, he kept his eyes straight on the road while Tinsley could not help herself from stealing small glances of her husband from time to time.

He did not know but the silence was her kind of hell. It gave her anxiety and in the car with none of them making any attempt to talk or even turn the radio on maybe… she was getting restless.

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He did not know deep down how to approach her after what had occurred between them.

He had lost his mind in the alcohol and said stuff he had no intention to ever speak of. But alcohol does that to you and you can’t do a thing about it.

A night before, they were all relaxed and fuzzy and now they were finding it difficult to even initiate a talk between them.

Tinsley did not think twice more and leaned forward to turn the radio on swiftly. She needed to do it or she would go crazy.

Kian saw it but decided to ignore it. The radio station blasted inside and sadly the first thing to be aired before a good morning song was the nation talk of Kian Randall resigning from the Wilson Oil and industries.

Immediately, Tinsley was about to turn it off but Kian held her back. He held her hand, stopping her from reaching the radio.

“Our sources tell us it is indeed true, Mr Randall is married to Ms Rutherford for a day now and it is this union that led to the resignation. ”

The host of the morning radio talk show went on. It made Tinsley immensely uncomfortable having to listen to that. It was something she wanted to avoid.

Kian continued to hold her hand, stopping her from trying to shut the damn thing off as he continued to drive with the other hand.

“They got it wrong.”

Kian muttered under his breath as he drove around the turn.

“You are no longer Ms Rutherford. Mrs Randall… get that correct! She is Mrs Randall!!”

He yelled the last part finally punching the radio off and it broke. Tinsley was shocked to witness that move as she jerked backwards on her seat.

And right at that moment, Kian pulled in the car, the brakes making a screeching noise on the road for applying the breaks too hard.

Kian got rid of his seatbelt, Tinsley kept looking at him, too afraid to ask what the hell he was even doing.

He got out of the car and strode towards her side of the door. Tinsley kept looking at him. They were parked outside the main City Road.

He opened her door and pulled her outside. Tinsley did not pose a fight as she let him pull her out.

He kicked the car door close and swirled Tinsley around, pasting her back to the car and slamming his lips against hers.

His kiss was rough as he held her face tightly, not letting her move. She pulled his hair as she tried to breathe in between the long punishing kiss.

He bit onto her lower lip, drawing blood from it as Tinsley moaned in pain and bought her hands to his chest, hitting on him, trying to push him away.

She gasped for air, running out of oxygen in her lungs. But he was not letting go of her yet.

“I… I can’t breathe… I can’t…”

She whimpered in between the kiss and it was only then he let go of her… pulling his body away from hers.

The source of warmth vanished from her skin as she inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to breathe in… closing her eyes.

Kian watched her struggling to breathe from his ministrations upon her. His eyes roamed up and down her body… her chest heaving up and down.

She looked delectable dressed in the simple white frock, knee-length, now half soaked from the drizzle.

“What was that for??”

Tinsley’s question bought him back to life. She eyed him for an answer for his action.

Her lower lip bruished from the rough kissing and a red spot was visible on it.

“Marking what’s rightfully mine.”

Was his reply… simple and short. Tinsley could not understand it at all. Could not comprehend what was actually going on in that mind of his.

Was he having an identity crisis?? A crisis of trying to hold back onto things that belonged to him??

A minimal pause and silence in between apart from the thunderstorm sound, they both resumed looking into each other.

Tinsley broke the stance by stepping forward, erasing the distance between their body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he automatically held her tightly on her waist, pulling her closer… leaving no space between them at all… her plump breasts smashed against his hard chest.

“I’m yours… always and forever yours…”

She said, boring her eyes deep into his, trying hardest that her words which she meant them with all the life inside her… he got them.

She dipped down to claim his lips. Kian opened his mouth, giving her access. She thrust her tongue inside his.

It was for the first time, he was letting her take control of the kiss. She smooched him hard under the light rainfall transforming into heavy ones.

“Never forget that.”

She whispered, pecking him for the last time, stroking the wet hairs on his head. Kian squeezed the flesh of her waist indicating he got her message clear and straight.

“You are mine…”

“I’m yours…”

She let out right after him, nodding at him…. eyes still on each other as the rain wet their clothes.

“Although they did get it wrong, you are Mrs Randall, not Ms Rutherford. ”

Kian announced and that made Tinsley giggle out making him smile too. He pecked her one last time before letting her inside the car.