What He Tried To Hide

~ Emilia ~

“That look was lustful. " I said and stood up, trying to steer his mind away from the fact that my body betrayed me.

When Adrain crawled over me earlier, my body responded to his presence, and when he pulled my hair away from my face, my entire body shook at that slightest touch.

And just now when he was about leaving, my nipple stood firm, pointing to his face from my half-soaked shirt.

Adrain chuckled and stepped closer again. He held my chin up and looked into my eyes.

“I’m your husband, Emilia; I can look at them the way I want.”

“But the contract says no intimacy. " I said weakly, my body shaking over his touch.

“Yes, no intimacy, I only looked," he said, then bent his face close to mine.

He took his right hand and slowly moved it to my chest.

At this moment, my pussy was already wet. And I could feel my juice dropping on my panties.

“Wow.” He chuckled and flickered a brow.

"Your heart beat could possibly be heard.” He pulled his hands away from my chest.

“Ivy will help you move your things to my room. So pack them up and get ready." He whispered and then turned back to the door.

He stopped and took one last glance at me before closing the door.

I gently sat back on my bed. Adrain was really messing with my brain. He hasn’t even kissed me yet, and I got wet.

I really need to put my acts together before he gets hold of this.

I looked down at my pussy, and I could feel my panties already soaked.

I raised my dress a little bit and slid my fingers into my underwear to touch my swollen pussy. It was all filled.

I limped to the bathroom to go clean myself up.

I undressed and looked at myself once again in the mirror, admiring my curve, when my eyes caught the mark at my upper back.

The mark made me remember home. Ava, her mother, and my dad.

I sighed and entered the bathtub.

Turning on the shower, I gently sat down to let the water fall freely on my clitoris. As I washed the juice off, I slowly used my fingers to caress my pussy. I moaned Adrain's name softly, wishing he was the one tickling my pussy like the way the water does.

I stood when I was done and dried off my body, then changed into another cloth.

Packing my things was the next thing I’d plan on doing, and then I'd move to Adrian's room.

My eyes caught the moonlight drawing that I wanted to hang on the wall earlier before it fell on me.

And something about it seemed off.

Adrain had looked at it with so much attention and care, and the way he caressed it with concern made me more curious.

I walked back to my bed and picked it up, reading every detail of the drawing to find out anything. Just anything.

I turned the back of the frame and found a word written down on it.

‘Charlotte.’ My breath hitched.

What is this with this Charlotte drama? How is Ava mistaken for Charlotte, or was there a girl after Ava at the party when I slumped?

I needed to find out more about this.

My eyes caught the big dresser drawer I had found the frame on. And I stood and walked up to it.

I never made use of it since I started using the room, and neither have I looked into it except for today, and I stopped right after finding the beautiful drawing.

I tugged open the dresser drawer and cross-checked the part where I found the frame, but there was nothing else there.

I pulled the smaller drawer attached to it.

And I found a small black bag carefully laid on it.

I took it out and tried to open it but found out it was sealed. I tore it open and found a journal.

I stared at the journal and went to sit on the couch.

I flipped through the first page of the book, and a word was boldly written on it.

‘Charlotte Everton’

I flipped to the next page, curious to find out what was contained in it. I only found a drawing. It was the exact one in the frame.

But a drawing of two little kids that held each other's hand was attached to it. And from what it seemed, they were looking at the moonlight.

I adjusted in my seat and flipped to the next page.

“What the hell are you doing with that?" I heard Adrain's stern voice.

I sprang up from the couch as the journal fell to the floor.