To bend or not to bend

[Warning: This chapter hints to sexual content. Skip it if you aren't okay with it.]

I was still in the shower rinsing my hair when the door to the bathroom opened and my husband entered.

"Ari is just as much mine as he is yours. You don't get to make such reckless decisions where his safety is concerned. If you felt like giving a good chase then maybe do it when my son is at home. Safe.", Miraj had started speaking the minute he entered the bathroom. He sounded angry.

Our bathroom was bigger than average considering we lived in a mansion. The shower was at the very end with a translucent, sliding glass-door between the shower and the rest of the area. Miraj had purposely spoken loud enough for me to hear him over the sound of the shower.

I turned the shower off because I was done and slid open the door. I paused at the door for a few seconds. Miraj's eyes dilated upon seeing my naked wet body. It amused me that even after four years of being married, we still lusted after each other's body. I knew we had been attracted to each other from the start but I had given it one year maximum before we got ourselves out of each other's system. Four years and still no shortage of desire was unexpected. I made my way to the towel rack.

I had no shame in admitting that I was beautiful. I had a pointed chin, raised eyebrows and pouty lips. It was all courtesy of my mother. If I was thankful to her for anything, it would be my looks. I had big breasts and bigger hips. This 32-23-34 figure wasn't easy to maintain.

I tied a bathrobe loosely around me, turned my back towards him and started drying my hair with a towel as I said,"I wasn't chasing them for fun." I thought of bending a bit or striking a sexual pose or something but that would give away the fact that I was actively seducing my husband.

I turned around my head when I heard no reply from him. Miraj had his eyes on my backside and he didn't look like he had heard me. 'Okay! No bending was required then.'

"Miraj?", I spoke a little loudly to get his attention.

"Yes?", he said as his eyes met mine.

"I called your name thrice. What were you dreaming about?", I said. I lied because it was fun to embarrass him for ogling me.

"No, it was just once", he said. He gave a forced smiled without showing any teeth. He was telling me that he had caught my lie and it wouldn't be smart to tease him about ogling me. I never said I would obey him, in our marriage vows.

"It's only been a month." I played it off like I wasn't craving his touch, like my body wasn't screaming for his.

He narrowed his eyes at that. He was trying to figure out if I really wasn't in need of his services. I thought my exit show from the shower would answer his question. He took a couple of steps towards me and my body became alert. He kept coming close till there was only an inch between us but he didn't touch me. Every feminine bone in me was awake, eager for contact.

"You have an amazing mouth, Eli. I know." Eli. Not Bee. Earlier fluke was a one-time thing then. I was disappointed for some reason. Though I actually thought he was complimenting my oral skills, for a moment.

"Your mouth can lie very well. Your body can't."

Son of a Bitch. He was complimenting me and mocking me. I glared at him as the insult brought me out of my daze.. Then I realized I was breathing a bit heavily. His nearness was fucking with my breathing and that's what gave me away.

He smirked at me and left.

'There will be time for revenge, Eli. Let the bastard go for now.'

I calmed down and left the bathroom to get dressed. My son was still unconscious.