She rolled over and looked out the window into the honest sun, she had laid here too long. She should have left hours ago, left him hours ago. But she couldn't, she wanted him, needed him. He knew her inside and out. She had to be with him for her own good and his, she had to keep him honest.
But every time she thought about him being honest, she thought back to the lies she had to tell.
She was lying to her friends and the people she called family. She was sneaking off at any chance, to see him and feel him.
She had given her self to him, with no hitches or concerns.
She loved him and knew he loved her.
He had taken her into his arms, went inside her body and beautifully corrupted her.
He owned her now, she had willfully submitted to him.
She had constant reminders of him every where.
The slight pain in her head from where he pulled her hair.
The bite marks on her hips, thankfully hidden from the world.
The ring he gave her, tucked inside her boot.
His children she knew weren't far behind. She had never kept anything from him, rather it be her thoughts or her womb. She could still feel a part of him inside of her.
She looked over at him, he was still sleeping. A reminder of how wild she got with him.
The nights they spent were amazing and she would never give it up, but they often forced her to lie.
She had to lie about where she was and who she was with.
She had to lie about passion marks and say they were from fights.
She had to lie about why she was always so horse, because he often made her scream she started to lose her voice.
But when she thought about these things she knew she didn't need to lie, she wanted to. Because if her friends and family knew they would be mad.
She wanted to lie to them to keep Lex around.
LEX.
He was her lover and friend and soon to be husband.
She knew once they were married there would be no keeping him a secret, because he would not allow it. He had told her sooner or later she would have to admit she loved him, because he was tired of hiding their relationship.
She had told him she would tell them and that she would make them trust her, that she loved him. But every time she started she failed.
But she promised her self she would tell.
For him, she would tell.
For their relationship she would tell.
For their unborn child she would tell.
Because every time she put her hand on her small belly, she knew she could not lie to her child.