Chapter 50 WARM AND STRONG
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I know what his intentions are…. But, I am confused and start to feel uncomfortable by his sudden closeness to me, "Penny for your thought?" He asks, intrigued.
"I… am… confused…" I falter and his gaze deepens with interest.
"Why?" He prompt.
"Because… we are not a couple… And neither we share a bond as husband and wife." I say fairly.
"But we share a room now, and perhaps things will change soon." He says calmly as he tucks the strand of my hair behind my ear.
"I don't think so," I mutter, looking away from him.
"Hah…" He takes a deep sigh, "I told you we should take things slow…" He breathes heavily.
"But… It just doesn't make any sense." I argue, irritated. "Andrew…" I inhale a deep breath, let's stop complicating things and come to the conclusion. The conclusion is that this marriage was never meant to be for us, he loves someone else, and he could not possibly fall in love with me within a few days. No, never.
But before I am able to say another word, his stern voice stops me, "Don't."
I look up at him, my eyes protesting to speak further but somehow I am spellbound by his intimidation.
Without wasting another moment, he slams his lips on me, and I was taken back by his action, I stagger back trying to pull myself away from him, No, I won't let my desires manipulate my mind. No… No… No…
He looks completely unaffected by my struggle as he continues assaulting my mouth, his eyes close, his long lashes lay lazily, his hands holding my waist making me unable to move, soon his hand reaches the back of my head and pulls my hair to get more access of my mouth.
Slowly and deeply, he starts to consume me and my legs start to shake from the immense pleasure building inside me, I want to step back but at the same time, I want him to prolong this torture.
My hands subconsciously go into his soft hairs and I tuck gently, he groans from my action and unexpectedly bites my lips which makes me yelp out of a sudden and I couldn't help tightening my fingers around his hair, pulling him away from me.
He smirks at me, "Now does it make sense?" He asks, hoarsely, our breaths shallow, I shake my head still not wanting to accept the little spark between us, No…
Andrew always does what he wants and I am always misled by him.
I feel so ashamed after what happened last night, and still, he is here mocking me more and more.
I feel terrible, and taking a step back, I create some distance between us, "Dinner must be ready." I mutter and then walk out, he follows behind, my skin still burning from his touch and as we enter the confined space of the elevator, I start to feel suffocate beside him.
His deep gaze is still on me and I try my best to stay calm and ignore his presence.
DING…
The elevator stops and I walk out hurriedly, Miss Celine greets us both with a happy face and then starts to place the dinner, I help her because I need to escape from my husband's intent gaze on me.
We eat the dinner in silence and Andrew sits beside me as usual. I didn't dare to spare him a single glance while eating, the atmosphere between us seems to get more depressing.
I quickly finish my dinner and literally run back to my room, I don't want his closeness I need to be alone for some time, but I don't have as much luck as when I walk out of my wardrobe wearing my nightdress, he steps inside.
His eyes wander around my body heartily and I shrug under his gaze.
Pulling my robe tightly, I crawl to the bed, I should just sleep and pretend that he is not here at all.
I close my eyes, trying to sleep and meditate my mind so that I won't put my focus on the movements around the room.
I was successful in doing that until the mattress sinks beside me, and my breath hitches as I could feel him laying beside me.
I inhale and exhale sharply, knowing his presence beside me is distracting, but a part of me itches for him to pull me in his arms, last night I had a great peaceful sleep in his arms. The comfort I get in his arms is something I couldn't describe and neither could resist.
Hearing my silent desire's plea, Andrew very slowly wraps his arm around my waist and then pulls me close, my back touches his chest, and I gasp, "I like you here." He whispers, his body enveloping me with utter warmth and feeling like a warm nest, I hold his hand and keeping it close to my heart, I gradually fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.
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My hand is filled with warmth in a firm hold, I feel a little shake that disturbs my sleep. Irritatingly, I press my hand to my chest and curl into a ball, I hear a low groan, ignoring it I further press my hand into my chest feeling the warmth.
And there I hear a loud groan that nearly startles me, I open my eyes, it's still dark but there is a dim light on in my room, I look at the ceiling still disoriented, and I feel a slight pull. I look down, bringing my senses back.
F**k, I look down at my hand that's holding another hand and the most shocking thing is that that hand was pressed like a sandwich between my breasts. F**k, I turn red and immediately loosen my hold.
Swiftly, the hand pulls away from me and then I feel something hard rubbing at my back, the blood in my body seems to drain down from embarrassment… Andrew must think of me as a horny woman who would always keep on seducing him in unexpected ways.
I press my head into the pillow drowning in shame, and then I feel a slight push and all the hairs in my body stand on alert. I pretend to sleep but I couldn't as the man behind me started to push his length into me, I am dying with shame and embarrassment, and finally taking it no more, I turn to Andrew, angrily.
"What are you doing?"
"F**k…" He exhales, looking startled.
He opens his mouth, looking embarrassed, "You… You did that." He says and then looks down meaningfully, he looks exhausted and in pain.
I don't need to see his erected pe**s because I just feel it behind me, a moment ago. Flushing, I mumble an apology. "Sorry…"
"That won't help me," He groans and then sit up furiously. I look at him guiltily, what can I do to help him… Well… My mind starts to run wild and then I hear a loud bang.
BANG
I look at the place from where the sound came and realize that Andrew has stepped into the washroom. Cursing myself, I stand up and then knock gently, "Andrew, are you ok?"
I hear nothing in response as I decide to wait at the door, "Go back to sleep." I hear a scowl that makes me scared for a moment. I want to say something further, but the voice of running water comes, and I retreat from the door.
I sit on the edge of the bed waiting but he never comes out and then I just decide to lay down. I stay awake, my eyes keep going to the door again and again but he never steps out and again I am off to sleep just like that.
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RING… RING… RING…
The phone ringing disturbs my sleep, I open my eyes, blink, and stretch my hand to get the phone, "Hmmm.." I moan in sleep.
"Miss, are you awake?" Miss Celine's anxious voice comes from the other end.
"Hmm… Slightly." I tell her in a hoarse voice, trying my best to open my heavy lids.
"Ok, Miss I just needed to inform you that the Lunch is ready." She says politely and I frown badly, "Lunch?"
"Yes, It's going to be lunchtime soon." She informs and I sit up immediately, "Where is Andrew?" I ask looking around in my room that shows no trace of my husband but his towel on the sofa indicates that he was in there when I was probably asleep again.
F**k, what is it with the sleep, now? Why I am becoming so lazy?
"Sir has left for the office and refuses to wake you up," Miss Celine says and for a moment I feel touch, does he think for me?
Miss Celine pause and then continue, "But as it turns Lunchtime, I thought I should probably check on you."
I can sense her worry for me as I smile and thank her politely, "Thank you Miss Celine for checking on me, I will be down soon. Kindly set the table for lunch." I tell her and she replies with delight, "Ok, Miss."
I put back the phone and then with a smile, I pick up my husband's towel as I enter the washroom to freshen up.
