Chapter 90 DON'T YOU WANT ME ANYMORE?
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A thought appears making me feel bitter.
The sound of water running comes after a while taking my attention and then a knock on the door startles me a little.
KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK…
I open the door and a man from room service was standing at the door with three vases in his hands, I take them from his hands and then order the dinner for Andrew. I don't know if he had eaten anything on his way here or not.
I start putting the flowers into the vase one by one. I was so much engulfed in doing my task that I didn't even feel the presence of my husband behind me as he watch me intently.
"You look very better now." He says and I stop my movements. "I am happy here." I tell him in a low voice and then add intentionally, "not cage by anyone."
He takes a long breath and then takes a step towards me, I hold my breath when I feel the warmth of his skin on my back, F**k, is he naked?
My breath hitched and just then the door knocked,
KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK…
and I immediately rush towards it.
It was the food I ordered for Andrew, I take the tray from the waiter's hand and then kick the door closed. I am a rich woman, they keep tabbing the bill to the card Ann had handed them so that I don't need to pay them whenever I order something.
I kick the door close as my hands are occupied and then keep the tray of food on the table. I look at Andrew, he is wearing only boxers showing his muscular body that makes me slightly hot, I look at the water dripping from his hair, and focusing on them I tell him, "I have ordered you dinner. I didn't know if you had eaten anything in your way."
"I haven't. I am hungry." He says and I sigh in relief.
He walks to the sofa and sits to eat his food while I pick the towel and then habitually I start drying his hair, after I am done I turn to keep the towel aside but suddenly he holds my wrist and very gently he pulls me to sit on his lap.
I look at him in surprise but he looks busy eating his food while I watch him intently, he has grown a light beard, and there are dark circles under his eyes, he looks tired and a little weak too. I frown as I notice his miserable state.
He looks down at me and then raises his brow, "Hungry?"
Before I am able to say anything, he starts feeding me his food. I eat quietly in his arms because I know any resistance to him won't take us anywhere.
He keeps feeding me until the food is finished. He then leans back on the sofa as he looks down at me with his dark eyes, "It's been more than a month, you are ignoring me." He states and I gulp nervously.
Is he here to scold me?
"I was just following Ann's orders," I tell him as a matter of fact and he snaps, displeased.
"Did she order you to ignore my messages and calls? Did she order you to switch your phone off so that I won't be able to reach you? I could see how happy you are here without me. I wonder if what you said to me was true or not?"
He says a lot and I look at him dumbfounded.
"What have I said?" I ask after I form his words in my mind.
"That you love me, you had a crush on me," He explains and I sit up angrily, "You think I lied that I love you?" I ask, offensively.
"Do lovers treat their partners like this? Tell me?" He asks making me speechless.
"I… I was angry…" I mumble slowly as I look down feeling guilty, he holds my chin and then forces my face up so that he could look into my eyes.
"If you were angry, then vent it out on me. Why did you ignore me like this?" He asks, he looks hurt by my actions and looking at his pitiful face only then do I realize that I did wrong. I unnecessarily forced him for the things that were out of his hand completely.
A whole month, I ignore him for a whole f**king month and he is right to complain about it.
It was Ann who decided to separate us, but Andrew never shows any sign of being happy with this decision, he was helpless indeed but not happy nor calm.
He had called me daily and sent me text messages daily but I completely ignored him. His anger is justified after all he was not the only one to blame in this matter.
"I…." I start to falter and don't know what I should say to him, apologizing to him? No, this would be too early, no?
My subconscious stops me and I look at him blankly.
"No matter what happens, next time if you ignore me, I won't come back to you." He says with a serious face and I gulp nervously.
He is mad at me.
"Hubby," I begin to explain to him as I touch his cheek and his beard feels spiky on my palm, "Let's go to sleep." But he shuts me down with his words and then suddenly he pulls my hand away from his cheek and then stands up from the sofa leaving me all alone.
I quietly follow him and crawl into bed beside him, he switches off the lights except for the bedside lamp at his side. I lay straight waiting for him to move or say anything but no, he close his eyes as if he has fallen in deep sleep.
I turn, giving him my back as my heart starts to beat anxiously, I have messed the things now I should make up for it but how. I lay quietly while my heart is restless.
I push myself towards him and my back touched his hard muscles but he didn't say anything, I keep waiting for him to make any move but he didn't.
Sighing, I finally found my voice, "Hubby?"
"Hmm.." His response is quick.
"Are you awake?" I ask him.
"Yes," He replies and I feel stunned.
"So then why you're not touching me?" I ask him without thinking.
And his reply was quick and firm, "Why should I?"
I feel angry and hurt by his words as I sit up and then look at him angrily, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing," He says lazily and then turns his back to me.
I start to boil in anger as I pull him back and then angrily sit on his torso, "Tessy…" He groans and I ignore him completely, "Look at me, Andrew." I demand and he finally opens his eyes, his hands on his sides.
"I am your wife, so don't ever say why should you touch your wife," I say unintelligible words and he chuckles making me angrier.
He places his hands over his head and looks at me with a playful gaze, "Wife? I don't remember having any wife for the last whole month."
"If you had shown a little courage to talk with Ann about us, this would never happen." I tell him bitterly and he frowns unhappily, "So, you think I didn't try, Tessy. I did but Ann didn't listen. You know she is not the one in our house to listen to anyone. And it takes some time to bring the change. I can't change the things overnight, it happens in stories not in real life, Tessy." He gives me a long speech, I could see the rage in his eyes and I gulp frightendly.
"I… I am sorry, hubby." I apologize this time slapping away my subconsciousness.
"I don't accept it," He says stubbornly making me shocked.
"I said I am sorry," I emphasize each word to him in a firm voice but he stays the same.
"Prove it."
I look at him dumbfounded and then suddenly the memory of us hit back in my head when I had asked him to prove himself when he apologized to me. I smirk at him and he looks at me in anticipation.
I hold his face and lean down to kiss him, I kiss him tenderly my lips teasing his mouth very slowly and gently and I could sense him getting annoyed and impatient, I coax his mouth and he opens it for me but I didn't push myself inside but just keep teasing him.
Suddenly, he captures my lips between his teeth and looks at me with desire, soon he enveloped me with his warmth, and his hand presses my back, rubbing his growing groin into me, and when I was on the perk of pleasure. He suddenly pulls away his mouth breathlessly.
"You're pressing your belly." He reminds me and then swiftly he turns me around as now he is on top of me.
I expect him to move his lips and work on me but instead, he opens his mouth to say unexpected words, "How are you?"
I look at him in shock. What the hell?
"At this moment, you remember to ask me this?" I ask back unpleasantly.
"What is wrong in asking my wife this?" He asks innocently.
And I want to hit him hard but still patiently I explain to him, "Hubby, we are in the middle of something." I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me but he still didn't press his lips to mine.
Feeling frustrated, I ask annoyed, "Andrew aren't you here to make love to me?"
He looks taken back by my words and then asks offensively, "Do you think I have come here for sex, seriously, Tessy? You think of me as such a low person?"
He sits up and then turns away from me to lay beside me but I hold his arm, impassively, "Don't you want me anymore?" I ask, disheartened and he smiles at me making me feel relieved.
"Tessy, I am here because I do want you in my life and I am worried for you too. So, now, tell me how are you?" He asks again and I reply, "I am fine, see." I give him a pleasant smile.
He looks at my smile and then slowly his eyes go down to my chest and then to my belly, he very slowly touches my belly and then asks in hesitation, "And… And how's the… baby?"
"The baby is absolutely fine, I had a checkup before I leave for Aspen, and also Miss Celine gives me the medicines from time to time. So, don't worry." I tell him happily.
Since I got pregnant, this is the first time that Andrew has asked about our baby but I don't understand why he looks so hesitant while asking about his own baby and why I can't see that glimmer of happiness in his eyes of becoming a father?
