Chapter 3: Them

When Doris went downstairs to find a drink, she saw a dark figure sitting on the sofa in the living room. She gently reached out her hand to find the switch, turned it on, and cautiously retreated to the back of the room. Seeing clearly who was sitting there still did not make her relieve at all.

Ethan’s eyes was suddenly hit by the light, still unable to adapt. He quickly put his hand over his eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Turn it off."

Doris hesitated for a moment, finally obeying him, turning off the light. The four-sided space sank into the endless black curtain. Even though she was at a distance, she could still sniff the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him. Was he drunk?

Oh, that was right, the corporation held an anniversary party today. Doris thought for a moment, then she took steps further away from him. Drunk people are the scariest, let alone his temperament is not gentle at all. She should stay away from him.

Doris went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to find water. After drinking, she was a little hesitant, suddenly remembering what Megan said this afternoon. Trying to accept him? She clenched the mineral water bottle in her hand, and pursed her lips in puzzlement. Finally, she sighed, tiptoed to get the glass on the shelf and poured cold water in.

Doris walked slightly closer to him, then put the glass of water on the table, and suddenly smelled from him a very strong perfume. It was a woman's perfume. She straightened up, her eyes turning cold. He basically didn't care about her approval or disapproval. She was really leisured to overthink and do redundant things, she angrily thought.

She immediately turned to leave, but before she could move, the man on the seat opened his eyes, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Then, he used force, pressed her against the spacious sofa, placing her under his body.

“Ethan Hall, what the hell are you doing?” Doris gritted her teeth, struggling. Was he not drunk? Why was he acting so fast?

He leaned down to take a deep breath of her scent, then gently placed a kiss on her forehead, softly asking, "Did you care about me?" He was talking about the glass of water she had just poured; she had never taken the initiative to care for him like that before. Doris regretted her foolish behavior just now. She should have stayed away from him.

Doris's hands were restrained by him, placed on the sides of her head. She did not have the same strength as him, struggling for a while could not make him move an inch, she had to give up. He remained silent as if waiting for her answer. The strong scent of women's perfume on him made Doris choke, she turned her face to the other side, using a cold voice to answer him, "You thought too much, it was handy. Besides, I don’t think a billionaire like you lacks people care about. You just need to wave your hand, both men and women are ready to run to serve you immediately. Paying attention to that simple glass of water for what?"

Hearing her harsh sarcastic tone, he also used an unpleasant voice to answer, "I still prefer you to serve."

Doris was angered by him, she pushed him away with force, “Get out of me! Who wants to serve you!"

He didn't let her struggle, bent his head to find exactly her lips in the dark and kissed down, conveniently swallowing the sarcasm she was about to utter.

Doris opened her eyes wide, his familiar breath mixed with the scent of alcohol enveloping her. He nibbled on her lips, his hands restlessly finding her breasts, caressing her.

Realizing his intentions, Doris protested vehemently. She turned her face away to not let him kiss her, "Scram!"

Ethan didn't answer her. He continued moving his hands, did not stop caressing her body, his lips kissed her neck.

"Ethan Hall!" She shouted.

He moved his lips away and replied hoarsely, "Doris, it's been a month."

He hadn't touched her in a month.

Every time he came home, wanting to make love to her, she would hide, or find excuses to elude. She always wouldn't let him get close to half a step. At first, he thought it was because she was shy, after all, she was still very young, so he did not force her, just tried to find ways for her to get used to him. However, he used any method to no avail, she always refused to let him touch her. Only when he ran out of patience and coldly reminded her that she was his wife, that he was her legal husband, then she reluctantly stopped protesting but also refused to cooperate with him. So, even if they made love, he wouldn't feel comfortable.

The sexual relationship between the two was not compatible. Little by little, he also gradually became disheartened, no longer reluctant to her. He had his own pride. After then, they even did not see each other for a month. Married for two years, the number of times they make love was no different from an elder couple.

"Don't forget, you're my wife. No matter how much I pamper you, there's a limit to it." Back to the present, he said to her. She heard this sentence and had a little less struggle.

Ethan locked her hands over the top of her head, holding them with one hand. His free hand easily undressed her, his lips moved to her breasts, biting lightly. Doris clenched her fists into fists.

“Besides, Father said, he wants to have a grandson already.”

Hearing him say that, she shook her head vigorously and continued to bend her body to protest. "I don't want to..."

"Then you'd be a little docile." He leaned in to kiss her. Doris dodged his kiss but didn't struggle either. He moved his lips down to bite her neck, letting go of the hand that was blocking her wrists, using both hands to travel all over her body.

In the darkness, his movements were extremely proficient and skillful. The moment he got inside, she bit her lip to suppress the pain. No matter how many times they made love, she couldn't get used to his monstrous size. He moved fast and hard, his lips kissing and biting all over her body as if venting his anger.

Doris bit her arm to endure the discomfort below. When they first got married, he was still tenderly waiting for her to adapt before continuing, but at that time there was still someone else's figure in her heart, so she didn't care about his soft manners. Later, he ignored her and didn't care anymore, making love as if he was venting his anger like now. She really missed his tenderness.

Doris closed her eyes, a light tear falling onto the sofa. In the dense darkness, it had no sense of existence. She just wanted him to hurry up a bit so that she wouldn't have to suffer any more torture, but she knew that his physical strength had always been very perverted. What's more, he was also drinking today. Doris really felt despair.

As expected, she was tormented by him until early morning, after which she could not stand it anymore and lost consciousness. While she was sleeping vaguely, it seemed that someone gently gave her water to drink, then hugged her to the main room, and helped her clean up her body. These actions were very gentle.

She was so tired that she couldn't open her eyes, only thinking to herself that maybe the housemaid was helping her as usual. About Ethan... It could not be him. How could he be so gentle with her at this moment?