The Tyrant's Trophy

A/N: Serious question here guys: I'm debating if I should add more POVS in the upcoming chapter. Usually, I like to keep things organized so as not to confuse you all, but the thicker the story gets, the more POVS I find I need to write. Also, I want to consolidate chapters since there's so much I want to write! What are your thoughts? Also, a brief warning; this chapter may be a bit intense for some audiences! I'm sure you are noticing how OC Maybell is becoming but it's all part of the plan, folks! God bless you all and enjoy!

Maybell

I couldn’t get them out of my head. The way her body pressed against Chad’s and how her lips connected with his. There’s also that smirk she aimed toward me. “It’s none of my business who Chad sees and what he does with her,” I repeated to myself. Still, it ripped at me.

What makes the feeling worse is the fact that Chad did nothing. He let her kiss him. Sure, he pushed her away and told her to leave but why didn’t he do that before she kissed him?

I wanted to rip that smug smile off her face and throw her through a window when she pushed me. That’s the desire that scared me, making me dizzy - ready to puke. If it weren’t for Quinn noticing and suggesting that Chad takes me back, who knows what I could have done?

Still, “I don’t want to go back to the hospital.” I declared on the ride.

“I know but it’s the safest place.” Chad reasoned.

“I’m sick of hospitals.” I huffed, leaning my head on the headrest. “I’m sick of constantly being probed and tested. I don’t want to go back - not so soon anyways.” My nose scrunched up at the scent of that Amber.

She’s all over him. The thought popped into my head, startling me. It’s not right! Images of them together flooded my mind. Can’t you smell it? She’s on YOUR territory.

“Where would you like to go then? We can just drive around?” Chad offered butt hat splitting feeling in my brain began again.

Chad’s not mine, I told myself. He’s his own person, just like I’m not his. Besides, I’m a married woman. My relationship with Chad is business; strictly business.

Yes, business and it’s your business who that man sleeps with. He’s yours. Make that clear to him. The darkness inside persisted, crushing any sort of sense I tried wielding. My chest grew tight; as if two sides of me were pulling at the same time; both wanting me in different directions.

“Can we go to your place?” The longer I stay in this car, the girl’s blasted smell grows stronger. “Your place is safe.” Desperately, I grabbed his free hand. “Please?”

He caved in the end. Breathing in the outside air was sweet. I never knew how lovely air could smell and this is Chicago. I could smell flowers from the patches that decorated the city and the leaves from the trees. I hear crowds of people enjoying their night out. It did little to take my mind away from the dark desires growing in me, making my belly hurt.

Chad’s constant presence didn’t ease those desires either. However, I found myself losing the will to push him away. “Is it getting worse?” The subject of my thoughts asked. “Your stomach?” His breath made my hair stand on end. He helped me up the stairs and to his condo.

Once we were inside, he led me to the couch. “Maybell?” He rubbed my cheek. “You need anything? What’s wrong?”

I felt my body stiffen as these conflicting, obsessive sensations engulfed me. “That smell is upsetting me.”

“Smell? What -?” I shushed him by gently caressing my lips with his. I did it slow, turning my head left and right just enough to give Chad time to push me away or pull me close.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his hands, so big yet gentle, pull me closer to him. He attempted to end this game and turn it into a kiss but I wanted a little payback. I wanted him to want me: need me: crave me. So I pulled away, and instead, nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.

My breath caught in my throat as Chad’s hands moved up and down my waist. He continued trying to catch my lips but I eluded each attempt. It felt good to be in control. Having someone in the palm of my hand for a change.

What made this sweeter was that whore’s scent was fading, leaving me with the infatuating scent of Chad alone. It was musky but also carried the scent of the ocean. Mine.

Mine.

Mine. Mine!

Not thinking about it anymore, I leaned to that patch of the neck that’s been taunting me and bit hard. Now he’ll always be mine.