Marrying my high school bully

Melissa

I broke the kiss, my breathing coming in hitches as I tried to get a grip on myself. My panties were already soaked, but Dexter didn’t have to know about it.

He was enjoying himself knowing that he could always get a reaction out of me.

“What are you doing, Dexter? We are in public for crying out loud!” I rebuked him, but he shrugged and led us to the karaoke session of the bar.

My eyes widened when I realized what he was about to do. “Come on, Dexter. We are giving the internet more reasons to trend. I don’t want that.” I said worriedly.

“Are you ashamed of me?” He asked tersely, causing me to flinch.

I’d never be ashamed of a hot piece of meat like him. My admiration for him ran deep and not liking him could be akin to not breathing. He was almost every woman’s dream so why would I be ashamed to have someone like him?

I felt like telling him all of that, but I chose a simpler answer. “No, Dexter, I’m not ashamed of you.”

“Good!” He climbed onto the platform and stretched out his hand for me to join him.

My sense of reasoning told me not to try it because, at the end of the day, it would bring bad publicity to us, but who cared about that? This is what I’ve wanted for the longest time, so I took his hand and joined him.

His eyes sparked as he stared at me. I’d never seen him so happy and alive in a while, and I enjoyed knowing that I had such an impact on him, but I wondered how he would feel when he got to know that I was Lorraine.

My heart also tinged with pain because it was easy for him to be this free with another woman(me). How could he say he loved Lorraine, yet it was so easy for him to move on?

“I’m happy that we are on the stage right now, but there’s a twist.”

My brows furrowed. “What twist?” I asked, wondering how he even got on the stage when others were yet to get a chance to perform.

“I don’t have any song ideas. What are we going to sing?” He whispered to me while I spared a glance at the people who stared at us expectantly.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why didn’t you prepare a song before deciding to go on this adventure?” A song had already come to my memory and that was the song we sang along to the first time we joined a karaoke session.

“Just help me out here. I owe you one, I promise.” He said desperately and I rolled my eyes.

I suggested the song in my mind, and the smile on his lips disappeared. Immediately I knew what came into his mind.

I wanted him to remember every memory he had with Lorraine, and maybe that would make him forgive me easily.

That was why I slept with him because I wanted my body to remind him of the woman he loathed. And I hoped to God that it worked.

“Can we change the song?” He asked quietly.

I quickly held his hand and led him backstage so that the anchor could introduce other people who wanted to participate. “Look, Dexter, I don’t know why you want to change the song, but I’m one hundred percent sure that you don’t have any idea of what you want us to sing along to. Also, we are making memories here.”

“This was the same song Lorraine and I sang when I was beginning to realize that I had feelings for her.”

My heart sank, but I kept up my facade and shrugged. “Does that mean you have feelings for me?” I asked to lighten up the situation and I hoped that he wouldn’t say yes.

I was scared that if he fell in love with me, it would be hard for him to accept me as Lorraine when I finally revealed my identity.

“What if I say yes?” His eyes blazed with a burning anticipation that sliced my heart into two.

I blinked hard to keep the tears from falling. “Let’s just go and sing. We’ll talk about this later.”

He agreed and we returned to the stage, ready to sing even though my body felt like several needles were piercing it. I had to be quick in getting the evidence if I wanted to save my relationship.

We were introduced and just like the first time, we sang our hearts out. Dexter gazed at me lovingly all through, his arm snaked around my waist. I couldn’t deny that it was the most romantic moment ever.

I couldn’t hold back the tears that flowed down my cheeks as soon as the song ended. I ran out of the bar and headed to the secluded backyard which was dimly lit with a few incandescent bulbs hung on the wall.

My body quaked as I sobbed hard, letting all my emotions out. His scent filled the place and I didn’t need to be told that he had joined me.

“What’s the matter, sweetness? Your emotions did a huge flip within seconds. Tell me, did I do anything wrong?” His tone was soft and breezy, and almost persuasive enough to get the truth out of me.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and sniffed. “It’s nothing you should be worried about. Just crazy hormones playing with my mental health.” I chuckled lightly and he nodded.

“If you say so, but I want you to know that I don’t feel comfortable with you crying. I don’t even like that you have to stain your beautiful face with your tears.” He said to me, raking his fingers through my hair. “Why don’t we take a walk?”

Wanting to be out of the place that reminded me of my past and filled me with pain, I agreed with a nod.

With our hands entangled, swinging with each step, we strolled along the walkway in silence until I decided to break it.

“Are you sure that Lorraine is capable of committing murder?”

He inhaled, a sigh escaping his lips. “I used to think she was, but now, I don’t know what to think anymore. I just want to see her one day and ask her if she did it.”

‘Soon, you’ll get to meet her again.’ I thought to myself.

“What is going to happen to me if you eventually find out that she’s innocent?” I asked him.

He released my hands and then I got my response. “Be my girlfriend, Melissa. I don’t want to have to think about what happens in the future when I’m with you.”

My lips parted and my eyes narrowed into slits as his words caught me by surprise. I let out a gasp of exasperation and raked through my hair.

“Are you for real? How can you even ask me to be your girlfriend when you haven’t moved on from your wife? What the hell do you take me for?” I itched to scream but the words left my mouth as a whisper.

“Melissa-” I raised a finger and took in a deep breath as I tried to regain composure.

“Dexter,” His name slipped through my lips slowly, “I like you a lot, but until you find Lorraine, fix the mess in your life and maybe divorce her, then we can talk about having a relationship. But for now, let’s just enjoy the friendship that we have.”