Michelle was making breakfast when Henry came down the steps, holding his head, whimpering. She had all her attention on the scrambled eggs that she didn't notice when Henry entered. He helped himself up the stool. Henry enjoyed watching her make breakfast, especially in her night gown.
Michelle almost threw the plate of egg on the floor when she spun around and found Henry watching her. She didn't expect him to be up just yet. It wasn't so early in the morning, the sun was already out, but from how intoxicated he was yesterday she expected him to sleep till at least 10:00am.
"You scared the fuck out of me," Michell said, tranqualizing herself as she put the plate down on the sink. "I didn't hear you enter," she stated as she poured coffee into the mug for him. She added two cubes of sugar and passed it to him.
Henry lifted the mug to his lip. He was about to drink but stopped suddenly when the mug touched his bottom lip. He brought the mug back down, staring at Michelle with questioning eyes. "Did I drive myself home, or Chris did?" He asked Michelle, finally placing the mug on the table.
The moment Chris' name was mention, the conversation she had with him registered in her mind. Michelle was grateful that Henry brought him up.
"Chris did," she retorted. "Why?"
He didn't answer her. His head ached automatically and soothed. Michelle watched him drink the coffee slowly. She also noticed him holding his head every now and then, but thought it served him right. She didn't tell him to intoxicate himself, after all.
"Henry," she called his name slowly, mustering the courage to tell him what she had planned to. Henry's eyes rolled from his coffee and met hers. "I have something to tell you." Flashbacks from last night crowded her mind.
Everything that Chris told her began to make since when she was about to tell Henry. Especially when he told her Henry wasn't going to believe her.
Henry never did. He always thought of her as a lier. Telling him might just get her into bigger troubles than the ones she'd been through.
"What is it?" His eyes were still staring at her, pumping up tension in her, making her tongue heavy.
She couldn't leave him hanging with curiosity. He would think she was up to some cunning bullshit again and would have to keep a close eye on her. Lock her up mostly.
Michelle sighed softly. "I don't know why, but I have an awkward feeling about your friend, Chris." She rested her hands on the sink, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. She could feel his eyes on her.
"Why?"
Shit.
Michelle didn't see that coming. He hardly cared about what she felt. Why care about this one?
"Phenomenal dislike perhaps," Michelle answered, making herself busy by washing the utensils she had used since she was becoming tensed just by his unreadable gaze.
Michelle thought she was hallucinating when she looked back and saw Henry smirking. This smirk was different. It wasn't the smirk he made when he was punishing her, it was a seemingly happy one.
"Chris is a cool person. I know his stares can be intimidatingly at times, demoralising, but he's fun to be with. We have been friends since we were kids, so don't worry." She flinched when he held her shoulder at the end of his statement. She hadn't heard him walk to her, again. Henry let go when her muscles tensed.
She gulped. "Well, if that's the case, then it's OK. I believe I will start liking him once I get to know him better." Michelle rinsed her hands and wiped them with her apron so she could serve his breakfast.
Henry just made it difficult for her to tell him what his well–beloved friend, Chris, actually had on mind for him. How was she going to convince him that Chris wasn't the person he saw him to be, that he was a green snake in a green grass?
He stood behind Michelle as she was putting the egg in a plate for him, and held her waist. He didn't know why her muscles always tensed when he held her. Every woman appreciates the touch of her husband. Michelle was just different.
Placing his chin on her shoulder, he said, "Why don't we invite him over for dinner," sniffing her hair.
"I don't think that's a nice idea," she said, almost casually, trying to sooth the tension she felt when he held her. "At least not for now."
"Why not? You will get to know him better then." His voice conveyed a different type of message, an unapt one, unlikely to come from him in the morning.
"OK. Fine," I don't have a choice, she said the last part to herself. Her body was already recovering from the last agony, she didn't want him to add another one.
The hair on her neck stood when he kissed her neck. His breath on her neck sent chills down her spine. His hands moved smartly from her waist to her front.
"Let me finish making your breakfast first," she said slowly, out of breath, fighting to free herself from his spell.
"I'm already having my breakfast," he whispered romantically, gently biting her ear at the end. "This is the breakfast I want to eat first." He indicated by pressing her front harder.
Michelle closed her eyes when his tongue made its way from her ear to her arm. She felt the bulge of his penis on her ass as he went deeper into her back. She let out a soft moan as he walked his tongue back on her neck, squeezing her left breast in the process.
He knew how to turn her on, how to make her succumb in a second. He knew her weakness and just what she loved.
He spun her around and took her bottom lip in his mouth. Michelle enjoyed the taste of alcohol and coffee on his lip when she sucked his top lip. His lip was soft, tasty.
Henry untied the apron from the back while she kissed him painfully. His lip was on fire, but he allowed her continue as she held his head. He lifted her and held her from under her ass. Michelle wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the living room. Henry put her down on the couch slowly while they French kissed.
Henry saw she was hungry for him. She was desperate. She wanted him so bad. So he allowed her to take dominance.
His hand crawled under her dressed until it reached to her her panties. She moaned loudly when his index and middle finger slipped under her panties and went into her wet vagina. She held her chest out as he bit her nipples, moaning. His hand job made her want more and more of him.
She removed— more like teared— his shirt from on him hungrily and threw it on the floor. Soon, their clothes were on the floor as they enjoyed the heat of their bodies. Henry slid his tongue from her neck down to the middle of her breasts, then her vagina that was wet. The touch of his tongue on her clit made her cry out so loud. Sensational tears stung her eyes as he gave her a magical head that sent her to another dimension. She held his hair, rolling her eyes sleepily as if they would roll behind her head if she'd gone any further. When he realised she was ready to receive him, he slid his cock into her vagina and let it go as deep as it could before fucking her methodically. Michelle shoved her finger in his back as he fucked her so hard, rhythmically.
His penis became harder as he fucked her so bad like he'd never done before. The couch squealed along with the flow of his movement. He was out of breath when he finally released his juice inside her. His rock hard body fell over her.
They laid on the couch for few minutes, tired, before going upstairs to take a shower, then came back downstairs in fresh clothes to have breakfast.
"We are attending Mrs. Blade's charity program today, right?" He asked her, looking at his wristwatch, taking his seat.
Michelle was stunned. Thought he never wanted her out of the house. Why change suddenly? Was it because of the sex?
"Do you think she'll be glad to see us when we didn't show up at her daughter's wedding?" Michelle asked, sipping the coffee.
"You mean your brother's wedding?" He asked her, rolling his eyes. "If it hadn't been that bastard brother of yours that she was getting married to, we would have attended. Besides, I don't think she would have been glad to see us witness the wedding being cancelled by your brother's alleged mistress."
"What? The wedding was cancelled?" She asked him, shocked.
"You don't know?"
"You have my phone," she reminded him, still shocked from what she just heard.
"It's all over the news. Didn't you check the TV or radio?" He held the folk between his fingers.
"You know I'm all for the books and Internet. TVs and radios don't work for me."
"Well, the wedding didn't hold. All thanks to your brother, Charles, for being a pussy."
Michelle was tired of defending her family, especially Charles. She knew she couldn't make Henry respect them, prolly because he didn't have a family.
She felt so bad for Charles, and Rachael.
"So...Rachael walked away?"
"No. New says they are in the same house as we speak. Rachael didn't walk away, the woman that nobody knows demanded that the wedding stops or Charles should marry the both of them together," he explained to her.
What kind of stupid ultimatum was that, Michelle thought.
"How did you know all this when you didn't attend the wedding?" She wondered.
"I have my ways of finding things out, sweetheart. You don't know the man you married." He walked over to her and kissed her, pulled her phone out of his pocket and put it on the table. "I'll be back in an hour to get ready for the event today." He walked out of the house.
"O..K.." Michelle said slowly as she watched Henry leave, thinking about what he said.
Chris said the same thing, she remembered. Those were the exact same words from Chris. The goddamn EXACT same words.
Did she really know the man she married?
A/N
Hello, hola, ni hăo, salut, As–Salam–u–alaikum, my beautiful readers. Thanks for not giving up on The Bride's Mate. I'm sorry for not updating for an extremely long time, I had a tight schedule.