Chapter 2 The marriage
Two years have passed and we both graduated College. Thomas graduated with a bachelor degree in finance and business. He founded and became a proud company owner and I became his assistant and secutary as I had studied and got a degree in accounting and business.
Thomas and I got married when we were seventeen, we got married shortly after he started up the business. It was a simple wedding. I wore a white gown and he wore a black suit and tie. We only invited a few close friends and family members. It was nice. Too nice maybe...
Today marks our third anniversary from when we first met. I wanted to surprise Hubby with a nice meal later at a local restaurant that we first visited when he moved out here.
We moved into an apartment a week after our graduation. We made the place homely. I picked the decor and he brought it. The area is central to town and we have a stunning view. We even have a balcony. I step out there from time to time when I want a breather from Thomas. If you look out at night it looks as if the city is decorated with Christmas lights. I hardly get to look out at it anymore, especially since Thomas has been needy lately. His sex drive is through the roof. Like last night for example...
*Flashback*/*3rd POV*
Savannah stands in the bathroom toothbrush in one hand and hairbrush in the other. Her radio is on and she is carelessly messing about as she gets ready for bed. Looking into the corner of the mirror she spots Thomas observing her. He is leaned up against the door frame with a smirk on his face. Is it weird that Savannah's childish amusement vanished once she saw her husband face? It's as if his happiness tears hers away.
She keeps on combing her hair, paying no attention to him. But she can still sense him walking up behind her. He grabs her hips and aggressively jerks her around so that she faces him now. He chuckles "you look, happy dear," he says. I nod sheepishly, not looking him directly in the eye. He presses a rough kiss into my lips and I can't help but let a moan slip out of my lips. He may not be a very nice man but he is a sexy one.
He picks me ups and tosses me onto of the counter, he is at height with my chest now and he lays kisses all over my nightgown before he tears it open and starts kissing my bare breasts. Then abruptly he flipped me over and shoves me into the counter as he pressed himself into me.
Things got out of hand last night. He likes it rough. Real rough.
There is a slight bruise on my arm where he grabbed me too tight but if I apply some concealer & powder it should cover it up.
The following day I got to work later than him because I went to go pick up his coffee on an errand. Walking into his full glass room office I can see he has company sitting with him at his long oak wood meeting desk. I walk to the font and hand him his coffee and turn on my heels to leave but he says, "Wait for a second Mrs Cringle. That was my name: Savannah Cringle. I kept my last name. Having his didn't feel right. Savannah Smith gave me chills. Him alone saying my name sent cold shivers up my spine but it wasn't the good kind. "Yes boss" I reply, at work, we kept it formal. Too formal perhaps.
"I would like to introduce you to Samuel Wilson," he says whilst gesturing his hand to someone across the table from the hit. Hmm, that name rings a bell. In a smart grey sweater, with a business sachel on the desk sat a man. He nods as my husband introduces him so I smile back and say," Mr Wilson, I am thee secutary.Savannah"
"Can you please give my pal a run down of the complex and local area, he hasn't been around recently, I would do it myself but I having a meeting to attend shortly"
Pal. Are they friends??? Or is he just saying that? Thomas isn't the friendly type. This must be serious.
"Of course," I respond before going to wait outside with the clicking of my heels echoing through the room.