What Went Wrong

SEAN

Watching him walk in through the door, so gracefully and calm as if he wasn't late, damn it he should have been here ages ago.

"its about time you showed up Sean" she said But I could sense the annoyance in her voice so I tried to play it cool

"I'm sorry love, please don't be angry" I apologized to her before trying to hug her But she pushed me aside. Ignoring the fact that we were in public.

"don't even come close to me" she said before going back to her seat.

Angela has always been a difficult woman but I still try my best to Indulge her.

I went closer to her and bent my kneel so as to reduce my height and I tried holding her hand but she looked away.

"baby I'm really sorry that I got here late, can you forgive me? Let's just take this measurements, then we can go have dinner, if is okay with you." I said to her.

"okay" she muttered before she turned to look at me still looking furious.

I smiled at her before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

We heard Mr. Jacob, my designer, cleared his throat in order to have our attention. I stood up before giving him a handshake.

"good evening Mr. Sean, sorry I kept you both waiting" he said

"can we get this thing over with" Angela snapped

"I'm sorry Ms. Smith" he apologized to her But she was still not having it because she sneered at him.

"behave Angela, you're in public" I whispered in her ear. before smiling at Mr. Smith as I gave him an apologetic look of which he understood.

As My measurements were being taken, Angela went in to the ladies side to size her wedding dress.

After we were done I informed Mr Jacob to notify me if there will be any adjustments, we shook hands and I made my way out because Angela was already seated and waiting for me in the car.

I entered my car and put my seat belt on.

"I've already made reservations for us" I informed her but she didn't respond.

"Did something happen that got you worked up?" I asked her trying to cup her face with my hands.

But she still ignored me

"are you still angry because I was late? Please can you talk to me?"

I said again but she only rolled her eyes at me.

And this time I was trying so hard not to loose my patience

"if you don't want to talk to me that's fine but can we please go have dinner in peace" I said, not as a question, but as a statement.

I started the engine before driving off .It was a silent drive as we didn't speak to each other We had barely driven out of the fashion designer's place and I had already lost my appetite.

Why exactly was it so hard to please women?I have apologized countless times and i'm yet to figure out why she treats me this way.

I reversed to start heading back to the house

"Why are we going home" she asked.

"Oh, you noticed" I responded without looking at her.

"So you're just going to cancel the reservation huh?"

Deciding to ignore her, I focused solely on driving.There was no need to respond to her question, it would only lead to an argument that I had no way of winning.

Several minutes later, I was driving into the compound and the silence was still present.

As I drove in, we could see a young man in a familiar vest just standing and waiting.I parked the car Infront of him before leaving it, without minding the fact that she was still seated in the car.

I threw the keys to him and he immediately entered the car to go park it in the right spot.

Angry, I went into the house and made my way straight to my room. I sat down on the edge of my bed with my face buried in my palm.

I dont know where it all went wrong, It was common knowledge that Angela could be overbearing.

Everyone had their own ways of handling that but lately it seemed to be getting worse.

I could clearly recall her being happy when I proposed but now even that seemed like a mistake.

Running my fingers through my hair as I got up, i immediately reached for the mini fridge within the room.

Inside it was a half full bottle of whiskey which I grabbed. Taking the lone glass above the fridge I gulped it down in one go and poured another one before sitting down.

My thoughts continued to wonder in my head,When my father suggested that I marry his friend daughter I didn't refuse but I only told him that as long as she was okay with the idea and not forced into marrying me then I'll be fine with it,

she never objected to it , she had even admitted that she had a crush on me and that she had liked me way before now.

Of which I was so delightet, at least I wasn't being forced on her.

I wasn't a womanizer, which made people think that I could be into men but only I knew that I've had my own fair share of pussies back in the day.

I've never given her reasons to doubt or question my integrity.

You're too humble and soft my mother will always complain sometimes after seeing how people take advantage of my kindness, especially women.

That's why I've always been too skeptical giving my heart out.The banging on my door brought me back to reality

"Who is it" I asked

"Sir, its Peterson"

"What does he want?" I muttered as I furrowed my brow.

"what do you want peter" I asked him, annoyed.

Peterson was a middle aged man who had been living with me since almost forever. A friend and probably the best cook ever

"I wanted to know what you're having for dinner"

he responded

"Anything will do, Peter…. Just bring it up to my room when you're done" I said, forcing a smile.

I was in no mood to share a meal with Angela at the time being or anybody at all

"Okay Mr Sean" he said, then I heard his footsteps fade

I was a little disappointed because I had thought it was Angela, I continued to drink, I heard another knock on the door

"Peter what do you want again!?" I shouted out.

"can we talk" Angela voice came from the other side of the door.

In as much as I wanted to talk to her, I still was in no mood for more argument

"Let's talk in the morning" I responded

"just open up, is not always good to go to bed angry you know…."

Yes, she was right

"… you taught me that, remember?" she added

I sluggishly went to unlock the door What I saw didn't allow me to close my jaw, she's really good at being a seductress.

She entered closing the door behind her. Then she wrapped her hands around my neck For goodness sake she looked hot and sexy in her see through lingerie.

However, I was still angry at how she had behaved earlier; In as much as I've always tried to be humble and indulged her every whim.

I always give her a hard fucking screaming orgasm when ever she present her self like this as an apology.

Obviously it seemed that it was just sex that connected us, although I hated the fact that she only has sex with me after an argument.

After we're done, her attitude comes right back. Maybe to her, I was only a means of satisfaction.

Tonight though, things will be different. I am going to punish her tirelessly until she gets sore, I wasn't going to be sweet.

She continues to stare at me wondering what I was thinking about. I smirked at her before rubbing my lips

i do good things in a bad way, this time I wasn't letting her off that easily, I shoved her on a couch and made her spread for me after I was done screwing her,

her legs were too shaky for her to stand on both feet.

"What were you so mad about earlier?" I asked her before going in for another round not giving her a chance to recover.