Caroline

Somehow, deep down within me, I felt glad that he was at least taking a huge step by ending whatever it was between him and the lady in there.

Whatever was going on between them doesn't seem serious but I was a little bothered that they had it going on to start with.

"How could you call that a fling? You fucked me each time with passion, with love. I know you want more of me," she argued.

"I don't fuck with love. I don't fuck women with love. I fuck them with no mercy like an animal that they are," he retorted.

Surprisingly, his words felt heavy and struck me like a thunderstorm.

The little delight I felt within me melted as I felt like I could never mean anything to him. I felt belittled by his words. Even though, I was certain nothing so intimate was going to happen between us I still couldn't help but feel offended.

"Listen, stop pestering me. I am done with you and your like. If you want money, I'd give you more!" he yelled angrily and then the door flare opened.

He stopped in his tracks and stared hard at me. I equally glared at him causing him to blink before he walked away.

The lady who I had now found out to be Jessie walked closer to me and said in a low tone more like a whisper before walking away.

"You have made the biggest mistake you soon will regret, pretty bride," she said, stroking my cheeks with her fingers.

I blinked back a few tears fighting their way to spill.

I was just a sweet girl that wanted the warmth of a cosy blanket with a sip of my coffee and to flick through my favourite book which was enough for me.

He got all the satisfaction he wanted. To make me look pathetic.

It was only a day old, but I was starting to feel lonely. I miss my old life already. I in fact miss the job hunt and the peaceful life I own in my small condo.

The drive home was quiet with Richard. He never glanced at me even when I sniffed severally.

I was trying desperately to contain my tears but he doesn't give a fuck about me.

I looked out not particularly enjoying the cold night breeze but I tried to evade looking over at him.

How could he be so cruel?

He never spoke a word till we got to a huge apartment. It looked quite exquisite but simple with no difficult architectural designs.

"Where are we?" I asked, getting down from the car when he did so as well.

He ignored me like he never heard a word and walked away.

"Richard! Where the fuck are we?" I was starting to get pissed now.

"Aren't you Mrs. Trenton now, my wife? You'd prefer staying out the street or move in with me?" he replied suddenly and then turned back.

I really didn't think a lot of things through before getting married to him. I never thought about the kiss at the church or even moving in with him.

By now, he was already inside the house without minding if his wife was left behind outside

I took my steps gently, making my way into the apartment.

The door opened before I pushed it open and was greeted by a middle-aged woman who I guess I have met at his father's house.

"You're welcome, ma'am," she said with a smile and a bow.

"Thank you," I replied.

"I am Olivia. I will be your personal cook from now, Mrs Trenton,"

A personal cook? This whole life was new to me.

"Call me Caroline, please,"

"Alright, Mrs. Trenton," she answered with a smile.

"I have prepared a meal, if you'd like to eat now, it will be microwaved,"

"Yes, please," I rushed to the dinning. I was starving.

"You should get changed first, ma'am," she returned.

"Where's my room?" I asked in a low tone unsure if I wasn't expecting Richard to hear that.

"You'd be sleeping with Mr. Trenton," she said, pointing to a room.

"What? Why would I be sleeping with him?"

"You are married, ma'am," she replied. It was a reminder. I forgot that fact.

I walked to the room she had described, gently opening it but no one was in. Where had he gone to?

A dress was already laid down on the bed when I got in and I was so pleased.

I rushed out of the dress I was in and saw a face-wipes by the dressing mirror. I cleaned my makeup and walked to the bathroom half-naked.

I turned to take a towel only to hit Richard's chest causing his towel to fall.

He was butt-naked with nothing on. I tried to look away and apologize but I couldn't make out any word to say, neither did he pick his towel up to cover himself.

I must admit he looked super sexy!

He has a nicely built abs and his torso voiced generosity by his master. His body was a work of art like he was drawn to perfection by an artist, a portrait I'd paint.

The detail of his chest was immaculate and so was his waist and the V-line that went down to his cock.

I glanced through his entire body generously, trying not to but to no avail. It was too late. I was taking in the size of his cock.

The huge size standing firmly for attention.

He suddenly pushed me against the wall, blocking each sides with his hands, interrupting my thoughts as I scrutinized his whole.

He moved his head closer to my face with no words slipping out his mouth.

I dreaded the awkward silence between us. He moved his head a little closer this time and that alone caught my breath as I ceased it before finally speaking.

"What do you think you're doing?" I managed to say to him.