Make love to me [1]

The way to the home I was silent and so was Julien. He didn't even ask me what was wrong with me while I was making vomiting noises inside the bathroom. I was angry that he let another girl touch him like she owns him rather than me. As his car pulls over to our house I step outside for breathing the air. My suffocation has nothing with Julien.

He steps outside of the car "get in the room and sleep" he sounds as disappointed as me a moment I was. I jerk up my chin to find him rumbling his keys from the pocket. I marched towards my room having Julien on my back he huffs, sneezes when I step in front of his room turning to face him he arches a brow to me. What I am doing is not in my control and it's only for today. I had way too much drink. I had barely gotten over his smirk as he steps into the little distance between us.

I take a step back when he says "are you telling me you are sleeping in my room?" Oh god, he is so annoying. When the door click opens as he inserts the key to unlock I stay silent. I am not sure what will come of my mouth once I start talking. I feel hot under his observation. He is hot. 

"Can you make love to me?" His voice is low, filled with emotion as if she is going to cry infront of me without any restriction. I am an ruthless, unforgiving, malicious man, however, she is unfolding my skin just to make me come out of my shell and ravage her existence. But I am a man of word. She is merely drunk and if I to do something she will forget how I unfolded her every skin and sheded every clothes she is wearing to her bones.

The worry blazing through Monica's eyes tells me she won't like if I answer her question, but I give it to her. "How do you want it?" My eyes are painted with red colour. I see red. She is too beautiful to destroy. "Would you like to sleep or have it another way?" Monica takes my suggestion as she steps in and sits on my bed. She takes her heels off then following by her jwellery. Seductive enough to make me hard through my briefs. My hands iching to shove her to the bed and slam my body to hers. 

I am tensed. My face is zero to her swings of hairs and her sex smell is annoying it's filling my head with all types of filthy thoughts which is not a big part of my life. She is my responsibility and I won't take her advantage cause she is dead in inside but I'm a freak for her. Her body seems to look like a fresh salmon which can't be cooked but she is better off without cooking. She is not edible. She is to kept locked from the cruel world.

Thinking that she is a college professor. Seems like every male teacher had their fills on her. Jerked off before bed. Thinking about the stupid thing made a laugh trapped in my throat. My eyes shift to her way already having her eyes tracking my room. My desk, my shirts, gym shorts and even my boxers. Shit! Too inquisitive to listen to the warning gurgles of my stomach, I am starving and I can't have my wife before not having my dinner. I lean over to call aunt Perry to deliver something nutrition to my room.

She isn't backing up. She stays bold in her pathetic dress. Finally, I offer her a robe to freshen up she takes it without uttering a word. Maybe she doesn't needs my help to get her off? My minds been distracted by her stupid things. When I was young, stupid, dumb I tried to take my life but not anymore my lifes been messed up. I didn't care how many men came to kill me for having an affair with Catalina. But, without her Monica taking the position and mens are lusting over her made me want to warn them over and over. I sink myself into the sofa while listening to the running water from the bathroom knowing my wife is taking a long warm shower all naked and soaked my eyes shot to connect with her before she wraps the robe to her waist.

When her narrowed gaze snaps to mine she sinks on my bed. Elegant. Alluring. She is a goddess. I hear a knock at the door as I instruct to come and serve me the dinner. The hot water and pork chops are best. She needs them for today. I take the bowl of rice soup and marches towards her side. She lays on her back as a tear rolls down from her eyes to her cheeks. Fuck! What made her cry? Never seen her like this before. I set the bowl beside the nightstand as I kneel down to whisper in her ear "tell me what's bothering you? Are you disappointed?" She shakes her head and didn't meets my eyes. And I hate it that she isn't paying any attention to me.

I know something is eating her up but she won't tell me until I peel it off from her step by step. I hold my breath and keep my hands to myself as I exhale a deep breath to calm myself. "Have your dinner before it gets cold." Monica takes a beat to consider my command as she sits up and takes the bowl in her hand. My chin dips to the buzzing sound of my phone with the name of Marcus. It's better to be off any new proposal. I'm already dealing with enough fuck-ups. "I have so many questions to ask you about" her pupils don't dilate in the slightest when she asks me.