Chapter 4 –  My Personal Hell

(Alexander’s POV)

Kayleigh Davis is my lawfully wedded wife, and right now, she is standing in front of me, wearing nothing but my top pajama, which is enough to cover a portion of her upper thighs.

 “Sorry, we have to share one pajama,” she smiles sheepishly as she brushes her hair. “I asked Alfie to bring me fresh clothes tomorrow.”

I watch her climb up the bed and take her smartphone. She taps the bed excitedly. “Come here, Alex. Come on, hurry!”

Wondering what it is about, I sit beside her, only to find out she is facing a camera and not some message from her cellphone. She pulls my arm closer to her, making my manhood hard as my nostrils catch her sweet-smelling scent. She puckers her mouth on my cheek then clicks the camera. She checks the picture afterward and then pouts her lips.

“Come on, husband, please smile a bit. This is our first picture together,” she says, squinting her eyes on me. “You’re not to scare our future children with our first picture as husband and wife.”

“It’s never going to happen, Leigh,” I am telling her about the future children.

“Hey! I told you to play along with me,” she quivers her lips, but it is only for a few seconds. Leigh smiles again and faces the camera.

           

This time I could not stop smiling as I looked at her. She is like a child, annoying but sweet and cute. She grins happily, and her eyes are sparkling as she gazes at me, making me forget she was taking a picture. I move my head closer to her and brush my lips into soft and plump lips.

She moves back after the quick kiss and then looks at the gallery. She smiles adoringly as she shows me our pictures.

I chuckle, amused at how she managed to take the picture. We look like a happy couple, very much in love as her camera catches the kiss.

I stand up, leaving Leigh as she enjoys looking at our few pictures. Right now, I need a cold shower and not alcohol that only encourages me to touch her. Avoiding looking at her, I almost ran to the bathroom as if she had scared me, and as for how long I stayed in the shower, I didn’t know because when I went out, my wife was already sleeping in the bed.

She was sleeping sideways, facing the space I was sure she meant to be mine.

My smartphone made a shrilling sound, causing Leigh to move, rolling to the other side. I answer it right away before the ring disturbs her sleep completely.

“How’s the honeymoon?” Chase asks, laughing at his question.

“Go to hell, Chase!” I hiss as I walk to the balcony.

His roar of laughter pisses me that I want to throw my phone. “Just in case you need a drinking buddy, I also checked in the hotel--”

I cut him. “No, thanks! I am not in the mood to drink. I have an early meeting tomorrow,” I lied. I have already called George, my secretary, to cancel all my appointments this week and planned to go abroad and be with my girlfriend.

I peek at her and clenches my fist when I see her upper thighs exposed when the blanket falls off her side.

Remembering Mei, my blood boiled in anger again. I should have just asked Zyra to fly here and be my bride instead. We could have enjoyed this honeymoon, and she would gladly accept whatever offer my family would give.

“Where’s the beautiful wife now?” Chase asks curiously after my long silence.

“Sleeping,” I answer briefly.

“Better sleep well tonight, Alex,” He chuckles. “Make sure to control your man there, okay.”

I take a deep breath. “Good night, Chase. Thank you for helping dad bring hell to my life.”

Chase guffaws, but it only annoys me more. I ended the call and threw my phone on the couch. I lay my back on the edge of the bed, thinking how to drift into a good night’s sleep when a beautiful woman is sleeping beside me.

Leigh moves, pulling the blanket and covering her exposed body.

“Go to sleep, husband, and stop staring at me,” she opens her eyes and purses her lips.  

I lay sideways, facing her. I watch her as she moves her hand closer to me and pokes her index finger on my abs, then she immediately hides her hand under the pillow.

“What’s that for? To know if you’re dreaming or not?” I ask curiously, wanting to curve a smile on my lips, but I stop myself.        

“No,” she giggles. “It’s always my dream to touch a man with abs. So sexy,” she utters, biting her lower lip and sighing deeply before closing her eyes.

 I groan, hating how she bites her bottom lip. I want to say the same thing, so sexy. I closed my eyes with hopes that I would drift into a deep sleep like her.

           

When my eyelids open, it is already morning. Leigh is still sleeping, so I slowly climb down from the bed, making sure she won’t wake up yet. I call the receptionist to send us breakfast, turn on my laptop, and put my smartphone into silent mode, not wanting its ringing to wake her up. Then I went back, staring at her angelic face, and stood beside the bed.

“Good morning!” She greets, giving me her sweetest smile. She raises her eyebrows and stares at my body. It almost made me smile, remembering how she poked me and telling me it was her dream to touch abs. “What are you doing there?”

“Waiting for you,” I said, also unsure why I was standing beside the bed.

I watch her get up then, puckers her lips, and give me a flying kiss, but made a U-turn to open the draped curtain of the balcony. 

“I’m never okay with flying kiss, wife,” I whisper, and before Leigh could protest, I pull her closer to me and make sure to seal her lips with mine. She was in a daze, unsure of what to do at first, then she kissed me back, igniting my body and wanting her more.

The word danger was flashing in my mind.

I carry Leigh back to the bed, and before I could do something we would regret later, I let go of her mouth.

“I’ll take a shower, and let’s talk after,” I said, trying to breathe after our searing kiss.

She nods slowly and licks her bottom lip.

I groan as I see her tongue licking her lips. I kissed her lips again, and this time I meant to claim her mouth and taste Kayleigh David, my wife, before I started my day.

“Husband,” she says in a raspy voice as I bury my face to her neck.

“Yes, my lovely wife?” I ask, planting quick kisses on the skin of her neck.

“You’d better stop,” Leigh answers in between her moans. “This is really dangerous. I’m… I’m… Just stop, please.”

I sigh, letting my beautiful wife go. I rose to my feet and went to the bathroom despite wanting to kiss her more. I was already under the shower when I heard the doorbell. It must be the hotel staff bringing us breakfast.

She must have turned on some music, but I ignored the annoying sounds. Is she trying to look for better music?

I was shampooing my hair when I heard Leigh scream, and before I could rinse, the bathroom door opened, exposing me in my birthday suit in the shower glass partition.

“What?” I ask worriedly, opening the glass door and feeling anxious that she had hurt herself.

She halts screaming abruptly, and for a few seconds, her mouth gapes open as she stares at my manhood, then she swallows hard.

“What’s your problem?” I ask again, and my eyes close as they sting because of the shampoo.

She shakes her head.

“I forgot,” she answers as she bites her lips, still staring at my member in between my thighs. She blinks and surprises me with her question.  

“Can I join you in the shower?”