That night, I did not talk for quite a long time after returning home. It was not that I did not want to, it was just that my voice was hoarse after using it for too much. Lying on the bed, I punched at the pillow. Do I have a death wish or something? Why did I provoke Christopher when I knew how great his stamina is?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt, and I flung a pillow toward the door. To my surprise, Christopher just happened to come inside. Catching the pillow, he grinned and said, “Master, are you not satisfied with my performance just now? If that’s the case, I don’t mind going for another round.”
D*mn it! Just when I wanted to retort, my throat started throbbing. “What a jerk.” After mustering my energy to get the few words out, I burrowed into the blanket and even covered my head. Although I tried to pretend that I did not hear anything, I could not help but peek through the slit in the blanket.
Urgh, it should be against the law for the man to be so irresistible. Christopher only had a towel hanging by his waist, covering his most important body part. As a result, I could get a full view of his long, and lean legs. He was leaning against the door frame on purpose, and water droplets dripped down from his hair to his cheeks.
As the water ran in rivulets down his broad chest, eight-pack abs, and Apollo’s belt, he looked like a living aphrodisiac. Although I wanted to avert my gaze before he caught me, I found it hard to do so and continued admiring his body. Well, he is my husband! It makes me proud looking at him.
“Are you done sizing me up?” Before I could regain my senses, Christopher was already in front of me as he lifted the blanket off of me.
After wiping the nosebleed off my nose, I shook my head and answered, “Nope.”
“Okay, then. I’ll switch on all the lights for you to admire me clearly.” It was evident that he was satisfied with my response. After switching on all the lights in the room, he walked over. When he lay down beside me, I could not move my gaze away from the towel that hung loosely on his waist.
“Let’s sleep. I’m tired.” I poked his body and warned, “Don’t try to fool around.”
“No can do! I’m scared someone would snatch you away from me when I’m away for a few days,” Christopher replied.
“Where are you going for a few days?” I sat up and asked, surprised.
“I have some company matters to settle at Bellridge, and it’s quite tricky. Mom was initially in charge of it, but since she’s stepping down from everything regarding the company, I can only go there and handle it personally. Do you perhaps want to come with me?” Christopher asked while hugging me tightly.
Although I was reluctant to let him leave, there was no way I could follow him wherever he went. After all, women are not supposed to be a nuisance to their husbands when they do something important. Besides, Christopher would worry about my safety if I went. Thus, I shook my head. “It’s okay. I can wait for you at home.” I then warned, “That being said, don’t you dare hug someone else when you’re in a social event, even if it’s just for show. Otherwise, I’m cutting ties with you.”
“What do you mean?” Christopher pretended not to understand and asked.
“It’s what you think it is.” I scoffed. “No sex for three months. Let’s see if you dare to play around.”
Nevertheless, there was no way I would dare to deprive him of sex for that long. Previously, when it was just for a month, I almost collapsed when we finally slept together. The only memories I had of that time was only of us on the bed and nothing else.
The following day, I sent Christopher off at the airport. Watching him leave, I felt a sense of sorrow. It was apparent how much he was worried about me, for he could not stop nagging me to call him if something happened and to spend some time at Sabrina’s place if I was bored. If it wasn’t for me pushing him to the gate, he would have been late for his plane.
“Eve, promise me that you’ll never let yourself get hurt. Understand?” Christopher yelled at me while standing at the gate.
I gave him a soft smile and nodded at him. Then, I placed the lollipop he bought for me in the palm of my hand and gestured a number three. The gesture represented the love we had for each other, and how persistent we were when it came to the relationship we shared.
