8. Who Donated The Kidney?
**Brandon Henderson's Narrative. **
Coming to Malmö was a decision that took me one month to make, primarily because of Emma. It had taken her a whole year to suppress her feelings for me, but for me, my unwavering love for her grew stronger with each passing day.
I was aware that my arrival would only complicate matters for both of us, especially for me. But Anthony Coleman, Emma's grandfather, was not someone I could simply invite to my civil marriage with a casual phone call. He had raised me as his own and protected me from my enemies. Our bond was stronger than that of a typical father and son.
I desperately wished Emma knew the depth of my love for her. However, I couldn't confess my feelings because she was just a teenager, and she is also my goddaughter. It was against my principles to develop romantic feelings for Emma, but love has a way of moving people's hearts in an unexpected direction.
Enduring two whole years without seeing Emma's face was the darkest period of my life. But the moment I laid eyes on her in the corridor, my world, which had been shrouded in darkness, suddenly lit up with sunshine. I felt alive again, and my life regained its purpose instantly.
My romantic feelings for Emma is a secret I intend to carry to my grave. Emma must never discover the extent of my affection. She assumes I have feelings for her and it would forever remain an assumption.
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As I opened the door to the guest house, Rachel turned towards me, her face lit up with a smile. She gracefully rose from the bed, removed her nightgown, and tossed it onto the bed, all the while casting a seductive glance in my direction.
Throughout the civil marriage planning process, I had been declining Rachel's advances. At times, I felt conflicted, questioning whether it was right to marry her to repay her for the kidney she had selflessly donated to save my life and also to scare Emma away from my residence. Emma and Rachel are sworn enemies.
When Rachel started expressing her interest in me, I sensed a hidden agenda that remained elusive. Unable to uncover what she was concealing, I began avoiding her like the plague, and her persistent pestering only served to deepen my dislike for her.
However, when I finally recovered from kidney failure two years ago and insisted on meeting the kind lady who had saved my life, Rachel was brought into my hospital ward.
At that moment, I had no choice but to immediately develop a fondness for her. To say that I was impressed with her decision to save me would be an understatement. I was profoundly shocked to my core. Rachel showed me what I considered true love and unwavering support.
Since Rachel desired nothing more than marriage, I requested some time to carefully contemplate the situation. After one year of reflection, I realized there was no other way to repay her kindness but to honor her request. I made the decision to marry her and also use her to scare Emma away.
As I glanced at Rachel's extremely slim figure and dry bosom, my previously erect manhood immediately became flaccid. Undoubtedly, Rachel possesses great beauty which made her emerge victorious in a beauty contest and earned her the title of 'Miss Universe.'
While she is undoubtedly attractive, she did not fit my specific preference. I had also grown accustomed to Emma, and only someone who resembled her would capture a fraction of my attention. But when it came to my complete focus, it belonged to Emma alone.
"Thank goodness you're here! I've been longing for this moment. I've waited for what feels like an eternity, even pleasuring myself while waiting," Rachel moaned, initiating kisses on my neck and removing my night robe.
"Rachel, please wait," I interjected, gripping her shoulder and turning my face away. The visible scar on her abdomen served as a constant reminder of the sacrifice she made for me, someone undeserving of her love. Rachel looked at her abdomen, chuckled, and fixed her gaze on me again.
"Brandon, stop pitying me. I am very strong! Is it because I told you I won't give you a child? I made the decision not to carry our baby based on my doctor's advice, not because I lack strength for sêx! Bran, I'm fine! There's nothing wrong with me," Rachel said, pressing me against the door.
"Rachel..." I began to speak, but she silenced my words by placing her lips over mine. Regrettably, I couldn't reciprocate the passion. Gradually, she moved downwards, freeing my manhood from the snug briefs I wore, and started pleasuring the tip with her mouth. Despite her efforts to put me in the mood, none of her actions were able to stimulate an erection in me.
After several minutes of pleasuring my manhood, Rachel let out a sigh and turned away, walking towards the bed. I reached out and gripped her hand, attempting to stop her, but she angrily swung her hand out of my grip.
Angrily, she climbed onto the bed and faced the window. I quickly put on my snug briefs, joined her on the bed, and knelt between her legs. Rachel spread her legs wide apart, waiting for my action but I couldn't do anything.
"Rachel, I'm sorry," I murmured softly, and she sniffled and looked away. "Please just give me a little more time."
"Bran, you've been saying that for the past two years! I am the most beautiful girl in the universe! Men are desperate to catch a glimpse of even my thigh! They flood my DM every second, begging for nude photos because it excites them! And here I am, completely naked for you, yet you won't fuck me!" Rachel expressed her frustration.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, but Rachel felt disappointed. An apology was not what she desired at the moment. She longed for my action. Her face twisted immediately.
"Get off my body right now!" Rachel yelled, pushing me away and turning to face the window once again.
"I..."
"You slept with Emma, I know. I can smell her juice on you," Rachel interjected, covered her naked body, and fixed her eyes on the window.
"What? No, I didn't sleep with her," I responded immediately, wanting to prevent any false rumors from circulating the next day. The rumors that spread when I lost control of myself and passionately kissed Emma two years ago had nearly ruined my reputation.
Rachel removed the duvet and angrily turned towards me.
"Brandon, I'm not a child. I'm an adult and a full-grown woman! Do you think you can lie to me? You slept with Emma! I can perceive female juice all over you!" Rachel yelled.
Telling her that I did not would only make the matter worse and her voice more louder. Rachel nags a lot and I discovered the best way to stop her was silence. She hates to talk alone. It made her feel like a mad woman.
"Brandon I donated one of my kidneys to you! One of my kidneys! Isn't this enough proof that I love you?! I saved your life! Your blind mother couldn't even save you! The teenager you are crazily in love with and dying to fuck couldn't even do it for you!"
"Rachel, keep your voice down!" I let out, my voice barely audible.
"No, I won't! "She abandoned you when you needed her most. Only I came to your rescue!" Rachel continued yelling.
Rachel wouldn't stop reminding me of the kidney she gave me almost every minute. One day, her words made me so angry and I wished I could return the kidney to her.
"Emma and all the people you mentioned would have saved me if they were my match," I added and buried myself under the duvet and Rachel continued talking. When no one words came from me again, Rachel buried herself under the duvet too and began to sniff.
After some time, I began to hear the sound and scent of her wet cúnt as she pleasured herself with her dildo she carried everywhere. Her moans echoed in the room, perhaps to turn me on. She did that each time I refused her advances.
I remained silent, contemplating the situation and questioning my choices. While I was grateful to Rachel for saving my life, I couldn't deny the overwhelming feeling that marrying her would lead to another form of suffering, like I was experiencing kidney failure once more. The prospect of overcoming this predicament seemed nearly impossible.
After pleasuring herself, Rachel jerked off and let out a deep breath, followed by a mischievous chuckle. Neither of us spoke to each other again.
I continued to gaze at the night sky, lost in thoughts about how I would navigate the rest of my life in darkness. Emma was the beacon that illuminated my existence, and her absence in my life left me feeling trapped in a pitch-black cell, devoid of hope of survival or an escape route.
"This is a life I must live because being a man of integrity comes with a price and only those who are willing to pay the high price for integrity deserve to be called men of integrity," I assured myself once more.
After a few minutes, Rachel sighed, stepped off the bed, and pulled out a white envelope from her handbag. She turned to face me.
"The stubborn bîtch you raised is about to be put in her place tonight. Once she sees what's inside this envelope, she won't dare come near you or Julian Henderson's estate again," Rachel declared before hastily making her way out of the room.
Reacting swiftly, I jumped off the bed and chased after Rachel to find out what was inside the envelope, only to find that Rachel had locked the door from the outside.
"Rachel! Open this door!" I called and hit my hand on the door. But all I heard was Rachel's footsteps as she walked angrily down the long corridor.