I put on my night dress and climb onto the bed beside my husband. My husband for the next one month or so. He helps me get under the duvet with ease, coming so close to me as I rest on the soft mattress. So close that his sweet whiff is nuzzling my nostrils, or better still, I'm breathing in his warm pheromones, and my fears out.Our faces are flawlessly in alignment, and our features are sweetly outlined under the illuminations of the orange and red lamps. I can feel his eyes digging through the delicate skin of my face, but I evade his gaze. For the first time since I came into his life, I am scared of meeting his eyes. I feel a weird kind of fear since his announcement in the meeting this morning. This is odd. And baffling.I start closing my eyes, to try and sleep over this new feeling, and also because I have nowhere else to conceal my trepidations. I am sure by now he knows I am averting his gaze. I am that obvious. I know."Are you mad at me?" His sweet cold voice rings so lou
"You still haven't told me what surprise you are preparing for me." I air my anxiety to Jerol as we settle into his car this bright morning of Friday, a bright smile noticeable between my ears.It gives me so much euphoria to see this version of him. Happy and composed. He is no longer the "about to burst" bomb he was. He has changed a great deal, especially in the past one week.He has resumed work and taking care of his company has now become his priority and life in general. I can see just how much work enthrals him. Now I feel like an idiot for laughing at him that day when he said work was his hobby. It indeed is. We leave the castle for the office early in the morning and return at night, and he still spends hours buried in his computer after. All these times, I have not left his side. How can I when I am part of the board? There is nothing much I do, though. Actually, all I do is just sit beside him as he gives directions about his company. He never leaves me behind despite my
The whole of the day has been awkward. Totally awkward! I didn't know, and I still don't know, how to behave around him since that fervent moment in the car this morning. Every time our eyes meet, I am reminded of the fire I saw in them this morning. His closure is a reminiscence of that scene in the car. His touches, his sweet savage kisses, they are all freshly stuck in my mind like they happened the past second. It's been hours, yet I feel the redness of his touches on my cheeks. The electrical sparks of his caresses are still tickling my sensitive skin. His beautiful words are still echoing in my ears. "YOU. ARE. MY. WIFE"! He said, and disregard the last part to complete that statement. " ON. PAPER". Whether he did it on purpose or whether that important part slipped out of his mind is something I haven't been able to figure out the whole day."Are you okay?" I snap at his voice as he halts before me with a small package in his hand.He doesn't seem bothered by the morning esc
We park ourselves at the table as we wait for our dinner to be served. Tonight feels phenomenal. Everything about today feels so special. And of course, perplexing. I don't understand why he is circumventing talking about that contract, but I think I will go with this flow even though I know it's all wrong. I am getting the vibes of being his real wife, and I am getting a kick out of it.The feeling is incredibly sweet. Then again, when has him being like this ever not been sweet? Never!My misconceptions are cut short by the memory of the first time we sat around the table like this with his family and friends. I really embarrassed him that day. "What's wrong?" Jerol asks after noticing my sad face, leaning across the table and his face coming so close to mine. "Do I really suck this much?" He adds, earning a confused look from me."What? Why do you say that?" I implore."I brought my wife out for dinner for the first time but I haven't seen a smile flicker on her face. I must be a
My face is all rosy as we stroll into our room. Every step we take, every pulse, and every breath, is hiked by the sparks of the dominant flames of longings spewing in us. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I am immediately pinned on the bed, his lips caressing all the delicate sports of my upper body.Pushing him away in contention to this is not in my mind. I'm so lost in the pleasure he is giving that I'm almost ripping his shirt off, urging him to tend to this fire we both are swimming in - the waves of the desires surging in us. I am So lusted that my walls are twitching with an agonizing sensation of prolonged or refuted needs. My pussy is throbbing, howling for him, and my pant is all soaked wet, bolstering a smooth penetration for him. I want him in a way that I never imagined until now. The fire is savagely setting me ablaze. As he suckles on my neck, his breath a sense of allure on the wet imprints of his kisses trailing down, I drape my hands at the back of his head, gui
The sweet chants of the early morning birds summons my senses from my delightful sleep, making me growl as I turn around, actually, chancing to turn around, but in terrific vain. I am buckled up to the warm and possessively dominant arms of Jerol behind me, our raw flesh against the other. He is virtually stifling me with his tight grip and I can't tell whether he knows.I close my eyes, the waves of the glorious recalls of last night cruising through my mind, reminding me of that moment of raw confectionary madness and pleasure. Magical. Bliss - it was pure bliss. Sweet euphoria! I shut my eyes tighter, bitterly acquiting a tight-lipped chuckle. If any moment has ever been beautiful in my pathetic miserable life up until now, it was last night. It was the only time the phrases "happiness" and "pleasure" had meaning in my life, and they came in handy. Double potion! Double blessings! Double joy! The night was so phenomenal that I can recall every single detail of it without strainin
"Now, please talk to me. Please." Jerol pleads as we pull away from the long unintended embrace.I take my time to scorch away the tears. Not like there are any, because he has taken the liberty to do that for me. I just feel awful and sheepish. Like this isn't what I wanted this morning to be like. You get it? I wanted it to be a happy one just like I had promised him last night. That what happened won't affect our relationship in any way. That there will never be any regrets, and there aren't any, with all sincerity. Why I am feeling the way I am feeling is something beyond my control. Beyond explanation."You can ask me or say anything, you know." He adds, sitting up and sloping his head on the bed just like me, his hand finding its way around my neck, still soothing me.Maybe if I know what exactly he still feels for that ghost woman, just maybe, I will be at peace? Maybe I will stop fussing and feeling this thing that I can't even decipher? Ooh, well, I think I know what it is,
It ticks nine at night. A few weeks since Jerol regained his sanity. And exactly two weeks before our contract expires. Before our time together is up.Time sucks! Really sucks!You might be wondering what has been happening for those weeks since he regained his sanity. Well, you know some - you know, like, those two times we made love? Well, guess what, that wasn't all.Making love has become our ritual ever since then. Sex has become our daily desire, a dose that we can't do without. The urge has swelled up so intensely, and the passion has become insatiable. This bedroom, and this bed can attest to the memories we have created in the last couple of days - memories that are beginning to haunt me now.In two weeks, we are supposed, yes, supposed to say goodbye to all that we have done together. To all that we have become. To everything that holds us together. I am gladdened, totally in glee that he is finally the man that everyone knew before that tragedy that wrecked his sanity hap