109 Book 2" Chapter 35

I happened to see Eric flashing a quick, wicked grin that I felt so humiliated. I cried hard so much after he pulled away from me and no matter how he coaxed me, his touch felt like a smoldering iron to my skin. He stopped appeasing me in the end, seeing that all his effort was futile. I didn't expect he had this patient side of him.

To get away from him, I picked up my clothes and went to the adjoining bathroom. I was glad there was a tub so I could soak in the lukewarm water, but I was afraid Eric would join me there. He used to achieve multiple orgasms and he wouldn't stop with just one round.

I decided to have a quick shower and I put a thick, soap lather all over my body. I felt so sick at the thought of his tongue licking every part of my body as if I was a piece of meat he long wanted to have. I reapplied another thick lather angrily after I washed it out until I heard a gentle knocking at the door. I did not realize I already took so long.

Opening a built-in closet, I found two piles of thick bathrobe and towel. It felt nostalgic because this was Eric's style. He never used a towel twice so our bathroom before always had piles of clean towels and bathrobes.

"You take so long," he said, running his eyes over my bathrobe-wrapped body. If it were in the past, he would have barked at me.

I did not reply but I held his gaze for a while, giving him a glare. My eyes fell on the bed, and I frowned as I noticed that the sheets were changed. Eric always hated the smell of sex in our bedroom before, so I wondered how powerful he was to request another set of clean sheets. And I also felt at a loss in thinking how submissive these kidnappers were to him. Yet, when I saw another closet at the side of the room, I realized he must have pulled it out there.

Eric went inside the bathroom after me, so I was able to breathe freely. I suddenly remembered the camera, so I turned to look at it but it was no longer there. Maybe, the men saw that we were done, so they pulled it out. Whoever may their boss be, I wished him an enjoyable watch of how devilish Eric was in bed.

Eric went out after a few minutes, changing into a similar robe as mine. I just curled up at the corner of a couch by the bed, watching his moves in silence. He picked up the laundry basket, and I realized our clothes were there, including our used bedsheets. He then went out with the basket, perhaps, taking it to the laundry room. When he was back a little later, he already brought a tray of food. Apparently, for both of us.

"Come, fill your stomach. You can starve the baby," Eric said after placing the food on the coffee table placed by the window. "I have also ordered some sets of clothes for you. It should be here soon."

When I was with Eric for five years, he was the one who bought my personal needs like clothes, shoes, bags and cosmetics. And everything must be according to his taste. I was like a doll he used to dress in fancy clothing that I even forgot I also have my own preference.

I did not move. I just hugged my knees and rested my head on top of it.

"Red, don't be stubborn."

"I'm not hungry," I murmured.

Eric then walked towards me and reached out for my hand. I pulled it away as if his touch scorched me. He frowned, and I saw again that fierce look before whenever I disobey his orders.

"What's happening to you? We made love every day for five years. We just stopped for a few months when you went out with that stupid bastard and married him."

"Can't you see the difference?" I snapped, my eyes throwing a glare. "This is not making love but ****. I am already married to someone else, Eric."

"But you already broke up with him. And remember, I never stop loving you."

He may have said it in his most romantic tone but it sounded creepy to me. Goosebumps spread all over my body, and in a while, I got nauseated again. I sprinted to the bathroom and emptied an endless thread of saliva until I felt dizzy. I held on to the sink and when I steadied, I looked for a dental set on the shelf on the corner. I was glad I found one. The refreshing and minty flavor replaced the bitter taste in my mouth and I felt a little better.

Eric was already standing at my back when I turned to go out. His eyes were full of concern so I softened a bit.

"Relax for a while then eat while the food is still hot."

"These kidnappers are thoughtful; don't you think so? They even serve tasty food," I mocked, moving my gaze to the variety of delicious-looking food on the table.

"I ordered them for you. You need nutritious food."

"And those kidnappers allow you?" I smirked, concluding this whole matter as something surreal.

"As long as we won't go out."

I turned away and walked back to the bedroom. He also followed me. When he saw that I was going to the direction of the couch, he held my hand and dragged me gently to the table.

It had been so many hours since I last ate, so the aroma of the bird's nest soup successfully stimulated my appetite. Before I decided to pick my spoon and fork, Eric was already placing some soup into a bowl.

"Here, consume this," he said, placing the bowl in front of me. He pulled a seat next to me, perhaps, to make sure that I would eat.

I took a spoonful of the soup, glancing at him after I swallowed it.

He smiled and patted my head. "Eat some more. You may go out of the room later if you like. Those men went out except those who are guarding us from the outside."

"Where are they?"

"I don't know. Perhaps, to send the video.

I almost choked after he said it. I looked up to him and asked, "Who is behind this?"

"I don't know. Maybe, your ex-husband."

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