35

It was 11 pm already, and Harold still hadn't come home. I've called him several times, but this man only picked up once to reassure me that he was alright and would be back in ten minutes. How many hours had it been since that 'ten minutes?'

At this point, I was even questioning myself why I was seated in the sitting room, waiting for him. The action movie I'd been watching to kill time had become so boring to me. Anger and frustration had clouded my eyes so much that the interesting movie had become super annoying.

My husband returned from the so-called office at around midnight, just when I'd risen from the couch to head to our matrimonial bedroom and sleep.

He came back with two gift boxes and handed them to me, repeatedly apologising. I didn't want his apology neither did I want his fucking gifts, expensive or not.

"You can go on to sleep. I'll eat, shower and then come join you in bed. I promise,"

I put down the gifts and simply harrumphed, my arms folded. Then, with a brief once-over at him, I ascended the stairs, deliberately making sure my steps were loud enough for him to hear and get my message.

"I'm sorry, baby," I heard him say again from behind me, but that wasn't enough to quell my anger. I don't even know when I slept off, but when I woke up, my husband wasn't in the bed. I heard the sound of the shower and immediately knew he was in the bathroom.

I decided to go join him, without knocking off course. Why should I knock? Weren't we husband and wife now? I need to know every inch of his body, and he needs to do the same to me.

I admit I wasn't satisfied with him yesterday and slept angry, but it's not good to hamper on that matter. Maybe we can have some nice 'adventure' before we leave the bathroom together.

Upon entering, I saw that he was in the shower. He looked good like this. Well, time to get into action.

I took off my nightgown. I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Then I hugged my hubby from behind.

"Morning, darling,"

He turned to look at me and smiled, "Morning, my love. How was your sleep?"

"Pretty good. I dreamt I was eating chicken," I lied.

He chuckled, "My lovely foodie."

"Since we're here, why don't we exercise?"

He raised a brow, "Exercise? What if we slip and fall? Besides, there's the gym room,"

I wanted to roll my eyes at this bastard, I mean husband. Didn't he get what I meant?

"If you're afraid of falling," I caressed his chest and slyly proceeded down to his abdomen,"...we can do it in the bathtub,"

"Oh, you meant that," he said with realisation. "Okay then,"

Soon we were in that bathtub and he was fucking me. Guys, I gotta say, this guy did better than yesterday. I can now say he's as good as my ex. Since he performed well and made me cum twice, I've forgiven him in my heart.

"Carleigha, my dear, I'm sorry for my lacklustre performance yesterday. I had a lot of things on my mind. I was very embarrassed by my terrible performance," he fessed up.

"It's okay. I understand. Why don't we go another round?" I playfully suggested.

"No dear, I can't. Maybe later. Please?"

I chuckled, "Dear, I was just joking. I wouldn't want you to hurt your precious waist."

"Thank you," he kissed me and finally got out of the tub, back to the shower, and soon he left without even carrying me out.

What an unromantic guy!

An hour later, I bid him a goodbye kiss as he left for work. This guy's pretty much a workaholic.

After he left, I decided to go to the garden and take in the beautiful sight, feel the fresh air and the wonderful smell of flowers. No one accompanied me; I didn't want that. I soon passed by the pavilion, where Harold and I had made unsatisfactory love yesterday.

I shook my head with a smile and moved forward. I wanted to see more of the garden and maybe find a favourite spot where I could reflect.

And I soon found one. There was a large tree with a large foot. I didn't know the name of this tree, but it was beautiful, and I felt this was a very good spot.

As I wanted to sit on it, I saw Ryan walk over, dressed in black shorts and a grey t-shirt.

"Hey, sister-in-law, what are you doing here? Or did you miss me?" That ever-annoying smile was still on his face.

I frowned and made to leave, but he blocked my path.

"This is my favourite spot, you know. Or don't tell me you weren't aware," he angled a brow, and I scoffed, trying to sidestep him, but he held my hand and pulled me back. Now I was standing with my butt facing him. His little man was pressing against my back as he purposely pressed our bodies closer.

"Tell me you don't like it."

I tried to free myself from his grasp, "Let go of me or I'll scream."

"As if I'll let you," I heard his titter.

"P-please, just let me go. I really didn't know this was your favourite spot."

"If you knew, would you come here? Would we be able to meet like this without anyone to suspect us... even if..." he lowered his heard and whispered the next part into my right ear, "...we fuck?"

"Leave me alone." My tone this time was higher, but not qualified to be called a shout.

"I don't feel like,"

"I'm going to bite you."

"You can. I still won't let go," as he said that, he snaked one hand under my boobs and raised them with the elbow, " I bet they are feeling sharp-set as we speak?"

"Let go of me,"

"Promise to give me a head and I'll let you go,"

"No," I immediately refused. "I don't want to,"

"If you don't, I'm going to carry you into the living room and fuck you right there. I'm pretty sure one way or the other, we would make the headlines, and some gossip-hungry reporters might find their way to get more scoop. And you know by that time, Harold will divorce you and your family will..."

"Can you stop threatening me?" I asked, teary-eyed.

"This is the last time I'll ask you for this, Carleigha. I have my pride, you know, but I even put that down. When I saw you here, my dick began crying for some attention, and since the day you gave me a head, other women disgust me now."

"You liar. Let go of me."

He finally let go, and I ran away from that spot without even looking back.

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me," I heard him say, but I only responded with a scoff.

I'll tell my husband about Ryan tonight when he comes back.