Book 2: Chapter 36

I slammed a fist on the table, making Eric jolt from his seat. The bowl of soup shook, spilling its content on the table. Eric's expression turned sour as he looked at the mess, but he was quick to stand up and pulled a cleaning rag. Eric was the most meticulous person I ever knew. If this happened in the past, his mouth would have been non-stop in nagging.

"Don't ever dare to accuse anyone if you have no evidence!" I howled in anger, and all those pent up emotions I had on these last few days seemed to accumulate again.

"Really, Red? After everything he has done to you, you still have the heart to defend him?

"Whatever he does is none of your business!"

"Yes. it's none of my business if it doesn't affect you in any way."

"Shut up. And whatever we had in those five years has already ended," I snarled, feeling creepy at his sweet talk. The hair on my skin stood on its end, that I had to rub my limbs to get rid of the feeling.

I saw how Eric's face flushed in suppressed anger. What made him stretch out his patience was beyond my comprehension. To my amazement, he only sighed instead of flaring up, and he tried to talk to me in a soft tone.

"You better finish your meal, then go to sleep."

An idea sprang into my mind. And since I was not eating for several hours already and could not drag my baby into this mess, I forced some food into my mouth.

"Here's your folic acid," Eric said, placing a bottle of the nutritional supplements on the table.

Wow! How could Eric make so much effort to know what I needed as of the moment? Did he consult an obstetrician for this?

I just raise my eyes on him without saying anything as I opened the bottle. He pursed a smile while watching me, perhaps feeling triumphant that I ate a huge portion of the food he served. He cleaned up the table after I put down my spoon and fork, and I wondered what kind of screw had loosened in his brain that he suddenly became like this. Did he behave this way when he was still head-over-heels in love with Calla?

I turned my back on him and resumed curling up at the edge of the couch. The bed looked terrifying for me, so this was the safest place I had in this room. Once the door slammed to a close, I scrambled to my feet and went by the bedside to get my bag. I remembered placing it in the drawer below the bedside table. The only person I thought who could help me in this situation was none other than Sean. To my disappointment, I found my phone battery-dead. I hurried to fish out my charger, but to my dismay again, I didn't find it there.

How could I be so naive? I was on a kidnapping scene, and the first thing they would rob me of was the thing that would threaten them. I should have been thankful enough that they respected my need for it and take only the charger away. But still, the truth sank in that I had no way of asking for help.

Fortunately, I found some pills I used to give to my patients before their surgery, something that could induce a deep sleep to make them relax during the surgery.

Thinking of the high possibility that Eric would want to have sex with me again, my mind was all filled with only one thing, and that was how to escape. I never agreed with Eric on his presumption that the kidnapper was Sean. All I could remember was that Sean was never that pervert. He didn't even make love to me, not until our first wedding night. He may have allowed himself to the temptation with Calla, but that was because he was only human after all who was spoon-fed with raw flesh. Among the men out there, who could ever remain a saint in front of someone naked and tempting? But then, what hurt me so much were his lies and the betrayal.

I suddenly thought of another way to enrage Eric, so I ran towards the door and locked it. I also moved the couches to the door to give him more headaches. Although I knew this house might have spare keys, it would be one way to show him that I would no longer be giving in easily. After thinking about the miseries I went through, I began to lose my hope of having a happy life. So, I might as well join my family down the grave.

Not long after, I heard knockings on the door. I pulled out another sheet from the closet and covered myself, ignoring the loud banging at the door. Eric's loud voice calling my name followed, penetrating my ears. I then peeled the tablet and secured it with a small plaster between my fingers. Seeing it concealed perfectly, I listened to his yells with a smirk. Somehow, it sounded like music to my ears that it lulled me to sleep. I even saw his angry face in my dream, and I took delight in having him provoked.

"You're awake now?" Eric's voice thundered over my head as I woke up to the noise inside the room.

I turned to the side and pulled the sheet over my head, ignoring him. The next moment, I felt his hands reaching under my back and my thighs, and before I could turn, my body lifted from the couch. I squirmed to break free, but I was no match against Eric's strength.

"What are you doing?"

Before he could answer, I felt the soft cushion of the bed against my back.

"I don't know what to do with you! Why are you turning against me? I'm not your kidnapper. You should be happy that they allow me in. What if they would change their minds and let someone else stay with you?

Damn that sweet talk, I thought. My eyes rolled together with my body as I turned away from Eric and faced the wall.

Soon, the other side of the bed sank, and I knew he lay beside me. As I expected, I then felt his arms clawing over my waist. I did not move and allowed him to pull me closer to him. Thinking that I was no longer placing inhibitions between us, he did not waste any minute. He began rubbing my arms until his hand tugged on the belt around my robe. Having no underwear since he brought it outside, I lay naked before him with just one lift of the hem!

I waited patiently for the right moment. While my back was facing him, he ran his finger over the contour of my exposed side until he started rubbing my butt. In the next second, he pulled my lower body closer to his frontal nudity that I felt his enraged shaft poking between my thigh. He then moved his hand forward and fondled my breasts until he couldn't take it anymore. While he did this, I secretly shove the pill that was plastered between my fingers into my mouth then pushed it under my tongue. It had already dissolved the moment he turned me into a supine position and climbed on top of me.

The moment we faced each other, I closed my eyes and moaned, enticing him. Never had he seen me this full of lust before.

"Is it true after all that pregnant women become horny?" He chuckled, then bent his neck down and sealed his mouth on mine. I held his head to secure him, and then I let my tongue danced with him. Just as our tongues played, I groped for his shaft, and then I felt his eagerness in slurping and sucking the fluid in my mouth. He must have slapped me if he saw that sly smile breaking on my lips.

I looked at him with glints of anticipation as he paused for a moment. He frowned as his throat moved, swallowing his saliva. He then stared at me and asked, "What is that bitter taste?"

I raised a brow at him before I answered, pretending I was confused.

"The taste in you're mouth," he said.

"It must be the folic acid you let me take," I answered.

He furrowed his brows before he conceded. "Go and gargle, first."