Learning From My Mistakes

The Next Morning. Saturday.

Jennifer, Me of course being like my mother, I  was preparing breakfast and trying to make it up for last night. Maybe I'll be in his good books. 

I was busy humming that I didn't hear my so called ‘husband’ walk into the kitchen. So I continued with what I was doing, which is slicing tomatoes. I wasn't really humming I was trying to figure out, when is Yet. Perhaps it's the night at our wedding or maybe… he's seeing someo—

“What are you doing?” His husky voice made me jump. 

“Eek!” I screamed and I mistakenly cut myself with the knife. Oh Jennifer. Immediately when I saw blood on my finger I put it in my mouth, it will stop the bleeding.

“Ouch.” I cussed.

“Don't do that! Stay here!” He ordered me. I looked at him as he disappeared through the door and I took out my finger from my mouth.

I'm learning from my mistakes.He sprinted to me holding a small bag of first aid kit. He opened the fridge and took out a bottle of alcohol.

“This is going to sting.” He says to me as he poured the beer on my finger. He was right, it hurts so bad. So I shut my eyes so hard.

“All done.” I opened my eyes. He wrapped the Elastoplast on my wedding finger and it looked like a ring. Low budget ring must say.

A part of me wanted to laugh but I couldn't because he kept his face neutral. 

He looked at the finger and smirked. I knew he was thinking what I was thinking.

“Go get dressed…” He says. I looked at him as he walked to the fridge to take out a bottle of water.

I looked at my floral dress. I am dressed, I just got out of the shower 20 minutes ago. I looked over to him. He was drinking water.

“I am already dressed.” He choked on the water because of what I said. Oh my Gosh! The water splashed on the shirt he was wearing. 

“Excuse me?” He asked and I looked at myself. Yes I am dressed. It’s  a simple white floral dress, I love. 

“I am… dressed.” I wasn't sure of myself but I said it anyway. I am dressed.

“Okay. Great! Now go upstairs and dress like a decent human being. I on the other hand, has to change this.” He took off the shirt.

He really works out. He's huge! He got abs, triceps! Not to forget those bulging veins across his arms. He also got some strange scars. And a weird tattoo, must be those tribal tattoo. Oh gosh… I wouldn't mind to bury my face into his chest, but I don't think I'll ever will unt—

“Jennifer? You look like a pervert.” He brought me back to reality. I was literally checking this man out and he just called me a pervert. 

My cheeks were all red. I could feel them burning.

“Come on. We don't have all day.” He says as he walked upstairs and I followed him.

It was crazy how our rooms are opposite to each other. When I walked to my door, I felt his eyes on my back and it burned. I closed the door and tried to catch my breath.

And now we have to look for a wardrobe. Wardrobe… nope I can't find any. Maybe he packs the clothes in these dressing table…

Nope. You know what? I'll just change this dress and wear another one.Yes, I changed and sat on the bed.

After a few minutes Jerald walked in and sighed. Where are your manners? You could've knocked dumbass!

“Sorry… I couldn't find the wardrobe so I changed into another dress. I didn't disobey you.” Honestly I feel like he could read minds because he knew I didn't mean what I said.

“There's the closet.” He points up two doors which I assumed that they led to a different room. 

I opened the doors and was welcomed by expensive scent of fabrics.

A closet I always dreamt of. I smiled at how they were organized. All shades of red placed one side, shades of black. Everything was in order and to my surpise everything was my exact size.

Even the underwear.

“Come on. Get dressed.” Jerald said. I looked over him. He just stood there, I cleared my thoart and he excused himself. Wait… I don't even know what to wear.

“Wait! Ahem… I don't know what to wear.” I said and he turned to me and licks his lips. 

Jennifer… what have you asked for? I shouldn't be worried right?

At The Café.

He made me wear a red dress. The dress leaves my shoulders mostly uncovered and flows down into a graceful cowl neckline. It's a tight fit which makes the dress look elegant and stylish.

He even chose the stilettos I am wearing. And to top it all off… he made me wear no undies. He pulled the chair for me. Such gentleman.

“You can order as much food as you like.” He says. I looked around and noticed there's no one in the restaurant.

“There's no one here. Why?” I asked and he sighed.

“You want to know why?” he asks and I nod.

“Order something first.” He raised his hand and the waiter roamed to us. After ordering, I waited for him to say something but he didn't. 

I'm not used to being commando. Especially when someone knows and that someone is your ‘husband’ But nevertheless, I didn't want to disobey his orders, I mean… who would like to get their faces bruised?

He told me that he'll physically punish me. Look at him, eating like he wasn't a monster yesterday. A hot one actually, what am I saying? Oh my gosh! He got his nails polished black.

I looked at his hand and there's a Datura flower tattoo there. While I was lost, checking him out. Something under the table brought me back to reality.

He was separating my legs with his. I looked at him  trying to act unbothered.“Oh Wife, It's breakfast from a High class café. I want you to enjoy it.” I don't know if that's an order but I just nodded because his leg was now between mine and trust me… I am literally on commando.

“Good.” He smiled so warmly and I started eating. He is right though, this meal was so good. His phone rang. I took a look and it was from an unknown number. 

He calmly cleared his throat and hanged up.

“Why don't you answer that? I mean… it could be important.” I asked and he smiled to me.

“Nothing is more important than spending time with my wife.” He says. Heaven on earth! What he said made me smile. A waiter walked over to us.

“Boss, this call is for you.” He said as he handed my husband the phone.

“Jerald Carter… what do you mean the supplies have gone missing?” He was calm and collected. He looked at me with a disappointed look and I knew that…

‘Nothing is more important than spending time with my wife’ is about to turn into a lie.

“Okay. I'll be there.” He hanged up the phone and gave it back to the waiter. 

“I have to go.” He says. I waited utterly for the rest of the information he was about to give me but he want quiet. “I thought ‘Nothing is more important than spending time with my wife’, what happened?” I asked and he smirks.

“Nothing happened.” He says as he stood up. “And I told you, ‘Nothing’ is more important than spending time with my wife.” He said and he is right if nothing happened that means it's more important than me. Stupid Jennifer!

“TJ will take you home. See you later.” He leaned to kiss my lips but stopped and kissed me on the forehead. Oh my gosh, does my breath stink?

He roamed out of the café as fast as he could. I should be worried about his supplies but what worries me now is… my breath. Does it stink?Nope… I just smelled it. Maybe he's allergic to onions!After having my breakfast alone, I had a great idea to tell my friends about Jerald and how we are getting married or should I say how we got married?

I raised my hand and the waiter came. 

“Can I have the bill?” I asked and he smiled. 

“The bill has been settled.” He explains. What? Of course it is. His house says a lot about him. He's rich. 

“Okay then. Your tip?” I said as I opened my purse but he stopped me.

“That was also taken care of.” He says and I raise my eyebrows. 

“Okay. How about I double your tip?” I asked as I took out my credit card.

“That would be 2,000$, are you sure ma'am?” he asked and I feel like a fool. That's literally the amount I have in my bank account right now.

“Uh…” I begun to stutter and he laughs. 

“Have a great day ahead, Ma'am!” he says as he walked away with the plates. Now… I feel bad.

I walked outside with the hope I'd find TJ and I did. A hunky guy. But he's nothing compared to my husband. 

“Ma'am! I am TJ. I'll be your driver for today.” I smiled. Such a gentleman.

“Please call Jenny or Jennifer. Can you drive me to a friend's house?” I asked with a hope he'd say yes but he shook his head.

“I was ordered to take you home, I am afraid I can't.” He said with a little shaky voice and I nodded.

Not only I but TJ is also afraid to disobey my Husband. Okay why do I call him Husband? Because he is your husband dummy!