Marriage Of Convenience

Angela sighed while staring out the window. He had his number yet he never bothered to inform her about his arrivals. She would always hear it from servants. 

Despite his coldness, she was still enamored by him. Her stubborn heart was still fixated on this guy. His indifference only made her crave his attention more. She believed she was just what he wanted; he only had to take a look at her. Just one real look.

The news had sparked a silver of hope inside her.

She rose from the wheelchair and made her way towards the bed with the help of the wall. Her features twisting in pain as she forced her legs forward. She could feel sensation in her legs now owing to the numerous surgeries she underwent in past few years but walking was still an arduous task. The doctor had advised her to take physiotherapy and practice walking to strengthen her muscles. She had a few more surgeries to undergo. There was no guarantee the surgeries would heal her properly but Angela wanted to give it a try.  

Although she used a wheelchair in public to not cause anyone inconvenience, when home she preferred walking around on her weak legs.  

She cleaned her room and put a new bed spread on the bed. She sprayed the lily scented room freshener in every corner of the room remembering how Nicholas had inhaled the scent deeply last time. He liked it.  

The woman shaved her body and used scented oil in the bath. She wanted to smell good. During the handful hours they had spent together she had figured Nicholas had a thing for scents. After taking shower she returned to her room. She threw a glance at the clock. She still had two hours. Nicholas always came around 11. 

After dinner, she took her antidepressants and began sprucing herself up. The woman donned a yellow knee-length dress that brought the green in her eyes. She kept her wavy hair loose and applied light lipstick. Her heart was thudding in nervousness all along.  

The time ticked away as she waited for his arrival with bated breath. Her gaze darting towards the closed door every now and then. She straightened her spine and rubbed her hands together to ease some of her nervousness. 

The door suddenly opened and her heart skipped a beat just like every time he came in front of her. His intoxicating cologne dominated the room’s air instantly. Her eyes were lowered and her heart was racing. He affected her too much. 

She heard his footsteps as he walked into his room. The room was originally his before he left the mansion. His footsteps were steady and solemn as if he had entered an office to have a meeting with his business partner and not to share some intimate moment with his wife. 

She mustered up her strength and lifted her heavy lashes to look at him through the mirror. He was standing in front of the nightstand removing his rolex. Only he could make such a simple move this appealing. His side profile was just as breathtaking. She watched as his lashes kissed his cheek every time he blinked. A few strands of his hair were falling over his forehead. His straight nose looked even more chiseled and jaw sharp like a razor. She also noticed his hair had grown a bit since last time.

She was seeing him after a whole month.  A whole month. Why he likes to torment her so much?  

“Did you eat?” she asked by habit, already knowing his answer. He hummed without sparing her an acknowledging glance. She watched as he took off his jacket and started removing the cufflinks. She stared longingly at his callous hands. How much she wanted them to caress her. Tender sweet caresses that would speak of his love for her. The corner of her lips twitch into an unconscious smile.  

If only she could eliminate this frustrating distance between them. She was desperate to be a part of his life.    

“Umm….how was your flight?” she asked to stretch the conversation. Nicholas clenched his jaw before replying a curt “good.” He didn’t bother to look at her once. She nodded. 

“I had a meeting with my doctor today, she said…..” Angela trailed off as he strode into the bathroom and closed the door shut. Clearly, he had no interest in her life. 

Her heart pricked but she ignored it. 

She drew a sigh and managed to reach the bed. She took the lubricant and applied it. He exited the bathroom in time. Fully dressed he made his way towards the bed. She admired his silver eyes that were currently studying the new details in the room instead of studying his wife. She wondered how long she would have to wait to see love for her in those eyes. Gray had become her favorite color since the day she had seen those eyes. She wondered what his favorite color was. She hoped it was green.      

As he came closer, he turned off the light. Angela wasn’t surprised but it didn’t mean she wasn’t disappointed. He always did it and it always made her doubt her appearance. 

Her breathing turned irregular when he lifted the cover off her. More than the sex she enjoyed his closeness. His spicy aftershave that would intoxicate her senses as soon as he came close. She wanted him closer. Close enough to share breaths. Close enough to whisper love confessions to each other. Close enough to touch each other’s soul. 

He sat between her legs. 

She heard the metallic sound as he undid his belt. 

In one swift motion he penetrated her. Angela, who had already expected the pain, bit her lip and clutched the bedspread as he began pounding into her. There was no gentleness, no passion, just a need to get over it. Her soft walls hugged him close despite the pain he caused. He was too big and painful. Their irregular breathing echoed in the room as he thrusted in and out of her. After a dozen thrusts he came inside her. She clenched her eyes shut feeling his warm seeds claiming her womb. 

His tight grip on her thighs loosened as he pulled out from her. A moment of silence followed before she heard him zipping up his trousers and moving off the bed. She didn’t want him to leave just yet. Can’t he just stay a moment longer? Tears moistened her eyes as she heard him collecting his stuff and leaving the room. The door clicked shut and right then a tear trickled down her left eye as she opened her eyes to boundless darkness. 

He didn’t look at her tonight either. 

She felt somehow lonelier

……………………

The next morning she had her breakfast in the room. The nights with him would follow by dull mornings. She would feel emotionally drained. Angela very much believed in vibes and energies. She didn’t want to give her bad energy to others in the morning so she would spend most of her morning in her room and come out only when she felt better.

Mrs. Hamilton entered the room after one knock. Angela greeted her with a smile. Mrs. Hamilton greeted back and placed the tray on the nightstand. 

“Mr. King..”

“Has left already..I know..He had some commitments so…,” Angela completed the sentence with a fake smile. It was the record, he wouldn’t stay a minute in the house after finishing the job. That was the norm and she wasn’t surprised even a bit. 

Mrs. Hamilton gave her a sad smile feeling bad for the little girl.