Learn your role

Amara turned and started walking back to her room in a hurry.

“I said, who is that?” Dominic’s voice echoed again.

She paused, cleared her throat, then slowly turned to face him. Dominic had already tied his robe, but the two ladies beside him didn’t even bother to cover up. They stood there, completely naked, without shame.

Dominic had that strong, hard face on.

“And what the hell are you looking for?” he asked coldly.

“Hey, please don’t give me that strong face,” Amara said sharply, almost raising her voice, trust me she doesn’t know what pushed her to say that. Even Dominic looked surprised.

“I just got lost around the house,” she added, folding her arms. “I didn’t mean to see anything.”

She turned to walk away, then turned back again.

“I pronounce you husband and wife..that’s what the priest said. Emphasis on husband. So please, learn your role, and not… this.”

With that, she flipped her hair to the side and walked off without looking back.

The two naked ladies just stared at her, speechless. Dominic didn’t say a word. One of the women tried to move closer and placed her hand on his shoulder.

He pushed her hand off and walked away.

***

Amara finally found her way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. She drank everything at once and dropped the cup on the counter.

For a moment, she felt calm. Like the water just reset her brain.

But as she stood there, her eyes slowly widened.

The way she spoke to Dominic just now…everything just came back rushing. The tone. The boldness. The hair flip.

She turned and looked behind her, as if expecting to see Dominic walking in with a gun to finish her.

Her heart started beating fast.

She stepped out of the kitchen and began sneaking back to her room. She tried her best not to make a noise

When she reached the hallway where the guards stood, she slowed down.

She looked at them briefly. They didn’t blink. They didn’t move. Just stood there like robots.

Amara didn’t wait.

She took off running.

By the time she reached her room, she grabbed the door, slammed it shut from behind, and locked it.

She leaned on the door, breathing hard.

“Amara, are you crazy?,” she muttered. “What exactly did I say to that man? You just step on a snake tail”

“You know your heartless Uncle can kill you for this kind of act, even Bianca won’t go easy on such an act but you have the gut to face someone more wicked and heartless…Are you mad Amara” she keep scolding herself

***

Dominic dropped his phone after sending the money to the two ladies.. He didn’t bother saying anything to the two women. They already knew what to do. They picked their clothes quietly and walked out, not even expecting a thank you.

He laid down, one hand behind his head, the other on his chest. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

Amara’s voice came back to his head..“Please don’t give me that strong face.”

His lips curved into a small smile, her face expression when she said that….

The moment he noticed, he was smiling, he wiped it off and frowned again. He turned his face to the side and closed his eyes.

NEW DAY

Amara was already awake, just sitting on the bed with her knees pulled up. Her mind kept replaying everything that happened last night. The way she talked back to Dominic.

She was still thinking when she heard a gentle knock.

She stood up slowly and opened the door.

Two guards were standing there. Same ones from yesterday. Same blank faces.

“Boss says he wants to see you,” one of them said.

Amara’s heart skipped.

“Now?” she asked.

They didn’t nod or say anything else. They just stood there waiting.

She looked at them, then glanced back into her room. Her first instinct was to shut the door back and pretend she wasn’t ready. Maybe she could run back inside and say she was sick.

But it was too late.

As she took one step back, one of the guards moved forward.

“We’ll follow you,” he said.

Before she could even ask what was happening, they had already stepped in, grabbed her by the arm.

“Wait! What’s this?” she shouted, struggling. “Let me dress..”

“No need,” one of them replied coldly.

“Then stop dragging me around like a dog,” she said sharply.

They didn’t say anything more. They dragged her out in her nightwear. Her hair was a mess, eyes still half asleep. She kept trying to pull free but it was useless.

By the time they reached Dominic’s room, she had already given up the struggle. The guards opened his door, pushed it wide, and led her in.

Dominic was standing by the window, drinking coffee

Dominic didn’t turn immediately. He took another sip from his mug like nothing was happening. The guards stepped back and closed the door.

Amara stood there, breathing hard, her arms folded tightly. Her eyes were red with anger, and her chest rose and fell fast.

“I don’t understand this nonsense,” she snapped. “Is this how you call your wife? Drag her like a criminal in her nightwear?”

Dominic turned slowly, holding his mug. His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp.

“I didn’t tell them to drag you,” he said simply.

“Oh, of course,” Amara scoffed. “They just woke up this morning and decided to treat me like a goat.”

Dominic walked to the couch and sat down, setting his mug on the table.

“You talk too much.”

“And you act like a dictator!” she fired back. “I don’t care if you’re the boss here, but I’m not your house pet. You married me. I didn’t beg for this.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t say anything.

And that was when Amara knows she have run her mouth anyhow again , write how Dominic move closer to her placed hand on her shoulder , and she shiver

“Husband…..learn my role” Dominic repeat what Amara said yesterday night

And that was when Amara knew she had run her mouth again.

Dominic stood up slowly, his steps calm but heavy with meaning. He stopped right in front of her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Amara shivered.

“Husband… learn my role,” Dominic repeated her words from the night before, slowly and with a hard smile.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he leaned close and made a low “shhhh” sound with his lips.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t say anything.

He dropped his hand and stepped back. Still watching her, he began unbuttoning his shirt, one button after another, until his chest came into view. His tattoo ran across his shoulder and down his ribs. His abs were hard, defined.

Amara stared for a second without meaning to, and quickly looked away. But Dominic caught it. He smirked.

Then, without warning, he unbuckled his belt and reached for his trousers.

Amara’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

Dominic looked her straight in the eye. “Isn’t that what wives do? Serve their husbands? You spoke so boldly last night. So be bold now.”

He stepped closer.

Amara took a step back. “You’re sick,” she said, her voice low, shaky but not weak.

Dominic grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.

“You want to talk like a wife?” he whispered. “Act like one, now go on your damn kneel and suck the fucking thing.”