His baby doll

Chapter 45 - The Dirty Chap.

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Leila's pov -

I looked at myself in the mirror and slightly frown. Im married now I should just get it over with. Sooner or later he will want me- all of me. Forcefully or not he will.

I sighed and wrapped a towel around my body slowly.

My mind is bouncing with negativity and it's not okay. I am ready. I keep telling myself that.

Damien's mad, maybe even disappointed. I always find a way to ruin things, the best moments gets ruined by me.

Mama is always right. I am designed to be a maid.

She would sent me to other village homes for me to clean for them. My father and brother never knew thankfully. The people paid me enough for me to buy a lollipop on the way home. I would work for 9 hours. Of course when the men aren't home for sure.

My mama said to always submit. If I do, what will the problem be? She told me to. What's the big deal. I learned from the best.

I slowly walk out the bathroom holding the towel tight. This lingerie is very— very tight. Maybe I'm not used to wearing this stuff.

Don't do it! Don't embarrass yourself! Your body isn't pretty! It won't meet his standers!

I stop midway in my tracks. The voice is right. I am doing wrong. He will take one look at my body and throw me off this building.

But a part of me needs to do this. Saying sorry to him won't help. Sorry isn't as big as people think it is.

I need to make a move. It might break my heart to a million pieces if he says I look fat or even worse. Ugly. I am beautiful. I hope.

Everyone is beautiful. Sometimes from the inside or from the outside. Or both.

Beauty shouldn't define who I really am..

I continue walking again and open the room door.

Don't

What's your name? I am the voice.
They always seem to know everything.

And I get no reply. I should name it then. Maybe... uh...maybe...

Well every time I do something wrong or even try to do something  they always make it seem like a....SIN

Sin... that's perfect. The voice name is sin.

I stop in my tracks seeing Damien's room door. I held my towel for dear life. My hands hesitated to knock.

With slightly shaky hands I knock. I hear a groan. A annoyed one. My thoughts flood with papa, when every time I tried to ask him for some cents when I was little he would groan annoyed and yelled at me.

Congratulations leila what can't you do right?

I ignored sin and knock again.

"Who is it" I hear him deep voice said. But it was mad. Cold, annoyed.

I took in some deep breaths and squeaked out, "l-leila.." I said softly. I hear silence surround me.

Please don't say go away. I clench on the towel tighter. Don't say it Damien. Please!

"Hm..come in." He said in a raspy voice but it was softer than before. A smile cracked on my lips.

I opened the door and see myself facing his muscular back. He was drying his hair. He just came out the shower.

I closed the door and stood there gripping my towel tighter. I should of planned this. I'm so blank minded.

"What is it doll" he said in a deep voice still drying his hair. Ruffling it with a fast movement. It was kinda ho—- not.