So this is my first time trying to do multiple viewpoints, and it's probably my last. This shit was hard. Enjoy :)
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MALACHI
She became my reason for existence. Her gentle voice sang a heavenly tune that could lule me to sleep on rough nights. She had skin softer than a feather pillow, the color resembling delicate, delicious milk chocolate.
Her eyes were deep dark pools of brown like the hearty bark of a tree trunk. When they settled on mine, I'd imagine being lost in an enchanted forest and never wanting to be found. I would stay trapped in those deep woods forever if it meant she'd keep all her attention on me.
Kinky curls lay atop her head, reminding me of a giant heap of cotton candy that bounced with every step she took. Her body would be considered average to most, but for my eyes, she was an absolute goddess. She'd always wear cute sundresses with bright colors to liven up her skin tone, and those dresses showed off so much of what I wanted.
Her waist was defined, but she had a noticeable tummy, enough for it to create protrusions in her clothes. Each time I saw it, there was an ache in my dick as I tried to calm the bastard from poking a hole through my pants. That reaction happened whenever I saw any part of her actually. Especially those thick, cushioned thighs. One chance between those and I knew I'd never leave. They supported a plump, fat ass that jiggled with any slight motion. The amount of times I envisioned her bent in front of me was unhealthy. Hell, all of this was unhealthy, and the worst part? I was completely aware of this brewing obsession.
She had a hold of every section in my mind. I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing her everyday which is why I placed cameras throughout their home. That's how I caught her husband cheating on her. My first reaction was to run, and snitch but I knew the confession would devastate her, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt my angel. She was always faithful, only casually doing house work or reading like the saint she was. At least, that's what I witnessed with my trusty cameras.
She didn't work, and I couldn't figure out if it was a plan to strip her of independence by her husband, or was it a choice she made, unknowingly putting herself in a shit situation. I hated calling him her husband, but I hated calling him my best friend even more. Friends of mine would recognize a blessing in front of them, but he was as blind as someone with no eyes.
He was never the smartest man in a room and the older we got, it seemed like the dumber he'd be. It pissed me off how fucking stupid he was to cheat on literal perfection. The stupid, idiot, dumb fuck has the world at his feet, and he decides she wasn't enough. Pathetic.
Honestly, I'd probably kill for her. The subtle interactions we shared built up over time which, unbeknownst to her, caused the passionate obsession that haunts me today.
It'd be a gentle arm graze as she slowly walked by or a smile that lasted just a little too long. She'd always have me caught in her web, and I'd happily stay cocooned and await for her to devour me. I couldn't keep her out of my head even if I ripped it from my own shoulders. She was my poison and the fucking cure. I'll always be trapped in her loop of addictive love. My perfect infatuation.
It was a bright, sunny day and Carter and I decided to lounge around his massive pool. My home didn't come with one, and I never felt the need to own one since my "buddy" lived right next door. Abigail came walking out with all of her glory. Her beautiful brown skin was glistening with the sun's rays, and the smile she greeted us with held enough warmth to melt gold.
As much as I tried not to ogle, her body was always calling to me. The sundress she wore today was a bright yellow with white flowers scattered along it. The hem at the waist insinuated her hips right before the fabric fell to a flowing ruffle around her thighs. Her breasts were struggling to stay concealed, and I thanked the lord for having the honor to witness it.
She came holding two glasses of iced tea. One for me, and one for her piece of shit housemate. She sat a glass on either side of the table before greeting me with that sing-song voice. Her lips placed a kiss on Carter's forehead, and I could feel my blood boiling at volcanic temperatures.
Carter didn't even acknowledge her loving gesture. He simply took a sip of the brown liquid before contorting his face into disappointment.
"There's not enough sugar in here Gail." She was already swaying her hips back to the house. Unaware of his criticism. I took a sample for my own taste test, and the liquid fell smoothly down my throat. The taste was perfect just like the woman who created it. Not overly sweet with a hint of lemon mixed within. It was a refreshing drink for this type of day.
"Ignorant bitch." Cater mumbled under his breath. I wanted to break that glass cup over his head and drown him in his own pool for the way he spoke about her, but I settled with a tame confrontation instead. Eventually, I'll be able to use more harsher methods to deal with him, but I had to play it cool if Abigail was going to be mine afterwards.
"Why do you speak about her like that?"
He wiggled his nose like a fucking chump before dropping his glass back on the table and glaring at me. "I'm just calling her what she is."
The tick in my jaw had to be noticeable. "What does that say about you since you married her?"
I took a long, loud sip from my cup, implying that I thought it was delicious. My stare was calm and collected, but I knew he had to see something lethal in there too. The way he backtracked was proof of that. "We've been married for years and she still can't gauge how much sugar I like in my tea."
"Be thankful you have a beautiful wife to make you sweet tea on a hot summer day while you lounge on your ass." I snapped.
Being single was fun until you craved that companionship and love, but this fucker was complaining about sugar saturation. My anger was boiling over. Now, I wanted to smash that glass over his head, and use the broken pieces to cut out that ungrateful tongue. I shot up from my lounge chair and stormed towards his house.
"Where are you going?" He asked, lifting from his lounge chair in a panic.
