Chapter Eleven

Angelo Grey

After having dinner with my parents and new wife, I went straight to my bedroom and took a quick shower.

I still had some business matters to attend to this evening.

I knew my wife and my mother were having a conversation but I didn't know it would end soon for my wife to return to the room early.

I came out of the bathroom to see my wife looking around in the room, probably admiring the arrangements in there.

When her eyes fell on me, she didn't move or say anything. She just stood there looking at me from my wet hair to my toe, busily taking my gorgeous body in.

Being lost in my body, I took advantage of it and moved closer to her. She was looking at me not moving an inch from where she was standing.

I pulled her into my embrace and stared at her lovely face for a while. Her lips parted slightly, maybe trying to utter something, but she didn't say anything and chose to continue looking at my face.

Her lips were a light red from the lipstick she put on in the morning and I couldn't help stealing another kiss from her.

Her lips looked too inviting and they made me want to kiss her to the core.

I forced my tongue into her mouth and took all her mouth and tongue could offer me.

I was still not satisfied with that, so I moved my lips from hers and focused on her neck and petite collarbone.

She didn't say anything or did anything to protest against what I was doing and that even enraged the desires burning in me more.

Without noticing, I had already picked her up and placed her on the bed. I buried my face in her neck again and this time, I heard her moan slightly.

I quickly came back into my senses and moved away from her. I glared at her, unable to understand myself.

I've already promised myself to her life a living hell, then how come am dragging myself into that same hell with her?

She's my wife though, but our marriage is nothing other than just a deal. I can't waste my precious energy on a deal wife.

Being angry with myself for not being able to control my desires, I got out of the bed and ordered her in a commanding tone" get out of my bed!"

.........

Emily Brown

Whatever my stranger husband was doing with me now, I didn't hate it. In fact, I loved it and I didn't know why.

Maybe because he's my husband. But is that the only reason? I didn't know and didn't care either.

All I knew was that I loved what he was doing and didn't want him to stop.

But unfortunately for me, he stopped. He glared at me profusely, like as if he was having an inner battle within himself.

I didn't know what was going on in his mind, but from the way he was glaring at me, I could feel that he was angry.

But why is he angry now? I wasn't the one who took the initiative right? So then where from the anger?

I wanted to ask him why he's angry, but before I could allow the words to escape my lips, he got out of the bed and shouted " get out of my bed!"

His bed? Aren't we supposed to share the same bed? So then why is he saying his bed?

"It's not your bed, but our bed" I don't know where I got the courage from, but I managed to utter these words to him.

First he took the initiative and kissed me, then he lifted me up and placed me on the bed himself.

Making me want him and yearn for more of what he was doing, and now he's acting so cold like as if he didn't even do anything just now.

He didn't say anything about what I said to him but gripped my wrist tightly and threw me out of the bed roughly.

I landed on the floor and screamed in agony of what he did. He didn't even care about my scream and walked towards another door in the room which I assumed might be the wardrobe room.

In about five minutes time, he came out of there wearing a black suit. The inner shirt was cream in colour and I thought about whether he dresses according to his house colours or what? His dark hair was dried and combed nicely which matched with his personality very well.

I was still sitting on the floor looking at him with sad eyes but he didn't even take a glance at me.

He just walked straight to the door and said finally before going out " you should better find yourself a place to sleep. Don't dare lie your filthy body on my precious bed"

He slammed the door sharply behind him and I couldn't help covering my ears with my hands.

After making sure that he was no where near the room, I ran straight to the bathroom and cried bitterly.

I kept on cursing this day as one of the unlucky days of my life. So many bad things happened to me in a single day, then how can I prevent my tears from leaving my eyes.

I caught the love of my life cheating on me, got married to a stranger and got deprived from my nanny all in just a day.

And this husband of mine too is nothing but a jerk. I admit we got married not knowing each other, but that doesn't mean he should hate or bully me.

I cried for hours before finally taking a shower and returning to the room.

I remembered the words he said clearly, am not supposed to sleep on his precious bed.

Well, I don't even wish to share the same bed with him after what he did.

I searched the room by my eyes and caught sight with two sofas in the room. I went to the wardrobe room, changed into my pyjamas and took some blanket to support myself in the sofa.

I slept in the sofa while a king sized bed was standing right in front of me.

.......

The next day when I woke up, my husband was standing in front of the mirror adjusting his suit. I didn't hear a single sound when he returned last night so I couldn't tell which time he returned.

I didn't give a damn about him anyway, so I stood up and went to the bathroom.

When I returned back to the room, he wasn't there, probably gone downstairs.

I sighed happily in my heart for not seeing him in the room and decided to take time to dress myself up just like I always do.

I started applying pomade to my body when I suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened.

I was only wrapped in a bath towel and I wasn't expecting him to come back at this time.