Chapter 4: Make Your Body Beg For it!
Colton rolled up his shirt sleeves, showing those sexy forearms, I don’t know why or what it is about a man’s forearms, but it kind of gets me all tingly and excited “Leave it to me, I will do the cooking tonight”.
It is a good thing that Colton had his eyes cast down, it gave me a little window to admire his looks, I know… I know what you all are thinking ‘How can she still ogle a man that has treated her badly?’ Well, how can any woman not admire a man that is as handsome as my husband?
But my ogling didn’t last for long as his words reminded me that he was standing in front of me and that we were in the kitchen… cooking… together!
“Ahhh… Apron” I took off the apron hanging on the shelf when I remembered that he was wearing a white shirt and getting any stuff on it would make my life hell “Your shirt is white, and it won’t be easy to wash the stains”.
I quickly stood behind him and tied the apron. Colton glanced at me over his shoulder, I don’t know what it was with him today, the way he was looking at me made me feel flustered and managed to ruffle my feathers.
The apron he was wearing was a little short on him and it looked funny. Colton glanced down at himself and gritted his teeth while I struggled to keep my laughter in “Not a word!” he warned.
“I didn’t say anything!” I defended myself shrugging my shoulders, but it didn’t escape him how I had my lips tugged up in a small smile and was struggling to keep it together.
Colton looked at me with narrowed eyes trying to intimidate me, but that apron was not helping his case. He looked thoughtful and an evil lopsided smile graced his lips, one that told me that I was in trouble “If you don’t stop laughing...” he took slow steady steps while backing me to the cabinets.
He had me corned with my back pressed against the kitchen cabinets, he leaned down and whispered, “I will take my revenge in bed and make this body if yours beg for it”.
The dirty words he whispered made me gasp in horror and delight, horror coz I know how he would torture me and delight coz I know how he would torture me!
I ducked below his arms and rushed out of the kitchen as my cheeks heated up, but I did manage to pause at the door and looked at his busy figure. Colton was a man that no matter how cold or indifferent he acted, looked particularly sexy even if he was doing something as simple as chopping vegetables.
I suddenly remembered that today was Monday, and this was not the day he was supposed to come back as per the contract “Well, why did you come back today?”
The contract stipulated that unless he is on a business trip, he is supposed to spend every Saturday with me and he came to me this Friday, so I assumed that he probably won’t be back today.
Without looking back, Colton was busy washing the vegetables “Going forward I will be coming here over the weekend starting from Friday night”.
“Oh” I was feeling a bit rattled as this was not what he had asked and agreed for. We have been following the agreement of him spending one day a week with me for the past two years and ten months. He would not have come back if it weren’t for the contract, so why is he changing the terms now?
“My assistant manager mentioned that she answered my phone this morning, but she didn’t know who it was. I checked my phone and found out that it was you. Did you have anything to talk to me about?” Colton spoke about it like it was a trivial matter.
‘Seriously!! Assistant Manager? Do all assistant Manager address their boss with their first name?’ that thought ran bitterly in my head as Colton never made me feel like I could question him or just be able to talk to him about anything.
‘Could I really ask him? Will he understand? Would he even think of helping me, a person that he seems to loathe? Can I risk invoking his wrath?’ I shook myself mentally coz that is not something that I can afford “I just called to ask if you will be coming back today”.
As he was the one to bring up his assistant, I asked him “Why is it that you have not saved my number” although I felt a little uncomfortable, I just wanted to hear him say the reason.
Colton did not bother answering my question, instead, he busied himself with cooking, which managed to irritate me further. Stomping my feet, I stormed away from the kitchen and went to the living room, and turned on the TV.
The aromatic smell of fish wafted in the air and made my stomach growl embarrassingly. I wished that the ground could open and swallow me as my stomach growled loud enough to be heard by Colton the devil. He placed the food on the table chuckling wickedly “Guess your stomach can’t wait to gobble up my food!”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Black!” this time I was the one glaring daggers at him in vain.
We have always been quiet while we had food and I would steal glances at him when I could, but he never bothered to so much as glance at me when he had food in front of him. It made me feel non – existent to be honest.
Colton washed the dishes after our dinner, and we went back to our bedroom. I am not sure why he is acting like he has all the free time in the world ‘Did something bad happen to his company?’ After taking a shower, he went to bed. When I came out of the bathroom and continued with my daily skincare routine, I stared at Colton’s sleeping form.
Colton was already asleep with his back facing me and, in that instant, I felt like we were separated by a great distance. I walked closer to our bed and stared at the man that seemed to harmless and handsome while sleeping but cold and heartless when awake.
His phone beeped and I happened to see the message “I hope we can meet at your place tomorrow night” – Wanda.
‘Wanda? Is that his assistant’s name? Or is this another one of his women that he is cheating on me with?’ I laid down on the bed and felt a little possessive of him as I looked at his broad back and could not help but reach out to wrap my arms around his waist.
This man wanted me fiercely and took me two to three times last night and now… his hands gently pulled away my hands from his body and he even moved a little to the edge of the bed deliberately putting some distance between us.
‘He could want me and take me whenever he wants but I was not allowed to so much as wrap my arms around him to cuddle? How cruel! Is there nothing between us even after two years and nine months except for that piece of paper and the physical needs he wants?’