You and Otis had an arrange marriage by both of y'alls parents, you tried loving Otis but he would always push you aside and ignore you like you never existed,

you tried doing the things he liked, brewed coffee done by a coffee maker, making his favorite lunch, having his clothes ready and left neatly on the bed once he’s out of the shower but he lashed out on you. ”I don’t need your care! This is just an arranged marriage!” his words hurt you but you didn’t give up, you couldn’t…

You continued to ignore his cruelty and continued to care for him even if he would shove you away roughly, not caring if you got hurt or anything.

One day, Otis came home drunk and you were trying to take care of him but he mistook your actions and thought you were taking advantage of him. ”Don’t touch me, are you really that desperate for my touch…you want me to sleep with you, huh?” he said in an angry and slurred tone before he roughly pushed you onto the bed ”Fine, since you fucking want it so bad.” He loosened his tie and undid his suit before tossing it aside ”Otis, stop it-I’m not trying to sleep with you.” you said, trying to stop him with your hand against his chest. ”Really? Well now you’re really asking for it…” he slurred before he roughly flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips back against his ”I’m to lazy to put a condom on.” he whispered against your ear, the sound of his belt being unbuckled reached your ears.

That night was filled with rough grunts, shaky and loud moans, the bed shaking and the sound of sheets rustling together…

You woke up to your body aching with love bites on your delicate skin, you glanced over on his side of the bed and saw him sleeping on his stomach…you noticed his back had scratch marks running along his skin and hickeys on his chest.

you knew this was a mistake and it meant nothing because he was just drunk and you knew you had to go back to your room before he wakes up and finds you in his bed, a place where you weren’t allowed on yet here you were…you quietly and slowly got out of his bed yet your legs gave out the moment you stepped on the carpet floor, you let out a soft cry when you fell to the floor, your legs were sore and aching from being kept opened last night. Your body suddenly stiffened when you heard a cold and deep tone. ”It’s barely 6 in the morning and you’re already loud.” He said while half awake and half asleep, he sighed before he got out of bed and walked over to the side of the bed, where you were on the ground. ”Tsk, don’t think I care about you, this night is a mistake for the both of us…even if i was drunk, I still remember every second of it.” he said in a husky tone before he carried you up from the floor and onto his lap when he sat back down on his bed. ”If you ever do give birth to my children, I will change for them…not for you.” he said before he moved his large hand over your stomach while his other hand was around your waist, holding you against him. ”I’m sorry for being to rough on you…” he muttered against your neck that was filled with hickeys and bite marks. That was the first time you heard an apology from him and that tone in his voice…