Seven

Chapter 10

 

The sound of alarming blaring woke a tired Nathaniel from sleep. After hearing Angelina's conversation yesterday with her father, he wished to comfort her. Still, he didn't know how to go about it without making it awkward or like he was eavesdropping. Well, he was eavesdropping, though. He cringed mentally when he thought of how he would look had it been he was caught eavesdropping.

 

His heart broke for what she had passed through, and he promised to make her forget her bad memories, but the big question was how?!

 

Another difference between his wife and his ex was that Clara talked out what she felt, and he supported everything without missing a bit, but how would he understand her if she didn't voice out? He was terrible at understanding females generally.

 

He gripped his hair embarrassingly, getting up from his bed stark naked and wobbly. He shook his head and inhaled deeply as his morning member rose. He entered the bathroom not after swinging all the mess he made on the ground. His clothes were scattered, empty bottles and papers. His room reeked of whiskey.

 

He splashed water on his face to cool down the throbbing in his head. He thought of taking his bath before taking an Advil for his headache. He took his brush and paste, opening the cap gently as he pressed the middle of the paste on his toothbrush. Then he returned the paste to its basket and put the pasted brush in his mouth, brushing his teeth to get the awful taste from his mouth.

 

When he was through with brushing, he walked to the bathtub that was filled with water and slipped inside the warm scented water. He sighed and closed his eyes, only for him to get the image of his wife's soft body and luscious lips. His eyes momentarily flew open, and he groaned when he felt his risen junior harden than the normal morning rise.

 

"Oh fuvk!" he muttered, staring at his groin, under the water as it stood straight, showing its dominance with his prominent greenish veins. It twitched, waiting for some friction and his precum leaked through its tip and mixed with the water. He removed his hands, gripping the edge of the bathtub and trailed them down to his chest slowly before moving to his raging member, teasing and stroking it gently as he breathed softly with his mouth opened. He closed his eyes and imagined his beautiful innocent wife in his white shirt, which reached her midnight, standing at the door with a seductive, teasing smile as she unbuttoned the shirt painstakingly slow, bending down a little to show her boobs and then stuck out her tongue, wetting her lips sensually—moving her wavy hair to the side as his hand moved down to his hardened member. "Oh fuck!" he grunted, cupping his two balls and playing with them.

"Daddy," he heard his wife call him in a slow, whispered voice, biting her lips as she walked slowly to him. She stopped at the bathtub's edge as she caressed his chest, flickering his hardened nipples, and then traced a light kiss from his jaw to the corner of his mouth. "Fuck! Angelina baby," he cussed, feeling himself lost in the pool of pleasure.

"Daddy," he felt her bit his earlobe gently before sucking on his neck, giving him a hickey that he wouldn't mind displaying. His toes curled because of the intensity of the pleasure he felt as he never stopped to stroke his groin up and down.

"Kiss me," he heard her say in his ear, making her breath tickle the nape of his neck. Her heavenly scent was alluring, diving him into the web of pleasure. He gripped her hair forcefully yet not painful to hurt her, which elicited a moan from her scrumptious lips. He moved his head towards hers, angled it to have space so that he could plug his tongue into her already opened mouth, and at that moment, the door to his room was knocked.

 

"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, still stroking his member; just a little friction, he would explode, "shit!" the mental image he built up dispatched into nothingness as he came down from his high. He stood up from the water his cum had mixed up with and went under the shower to clean himself.

 

After showering, he shaved his one-day-old stubble, wrapped a white towel from his waist and hung the other around his neck. He walked out of the bathroom, feeling relaxed and refreshed as a smile latched on his lips. He went to his closet, opened it, and stared at his hanged suits before taking one from his right side. He unhung it and threw it on the bed.

 

He wore a fitted boxer which hugged his brief perfectly as he wore his white long sleeves shirt. When he was through with dressing, he went to his study and took his briefcase before going to his wife's room, then changed his mind and went downstairs. As he reached the last step, the maid had lined up in two rows while bowing to him as he nodded his head in acknowledgement, going to the dining table.

 

"Sir," his nanny, Clara's grandma, called him softly. He could see the sadness and guilt in the woman's eyes. He wasn't angry with his nanny, but he was mad about what her granddaughter did. He took a sliced bread, spreading the butter he brought on it, taking a bit from it.

 

"Today is a good day," the maids mumbled among themselves as they watched their boss, who looked like he could care less for his environment.

 

"Only God knows what has happened between him and his wife," a maid whispered while another one looked at her as if she had grown another head.

 

"Nothing happened," another maid butted in, "The lady is in her room," she added before scrunching her nose, "Thank goodness the boss didn't marry Clara. Only God knows what she would make us do," she cringed while others had a disgusting expression on their face.

 

After taking his three slices of bread, he drank his flavoured coffee, tugging his tie very well before facing his nanny, and smiled brightly at her.

 

"Nana, my wife is upstairs sleeping," he informed her, glancing at his wristwatch, "no one should disturb her. I mean, a pin of stainless mustn't be heard to wake her," he ordered sternly, "And make her anything she wants to eat," he added.

 

"Bye," he waved his hand and went without glancing back.

 

The maids looked shocked at their boss retracting the figure. They haven't known what happened at the wedding scene and why their boss didn't marry his fiance again, yet they were happy that he didn't marry him though, but their boss leaving his wife alone a day after their wedding was unheard of and was absurd.

 

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