When he was done eating, Calla cleared the table like a good wife that she wasn't.
He was impressed by the way she was acting now, but he knew it wouldn't last long.
Soon night came, and it was time for them to sleep.
He went to the bathroom to take his bath, but when he came back into the room, he was surprised to see a figure curled up on the couch.
He moved towards the figure and saw that it was his newly wedded wife.
He smirked, so this woman preferred to sleep on the couch than to sleep on the bed with him.
He stood there, staring at her sleeping face, she looked so beautiful and cute. He called out her name, but there was no response, he wondered if she was really sleeping or just pretending to.
He called her a few more times, but there was still no response, he then decided she must really be asleep.
He picked her up and took her to the bed, he covered her with a blanket, so she wouldn't catch a cold since it was raining outside.
He sat down at the edge of the bed and began rubbing her hair softly.
"Calla baby, am really sorry for the way I treated you back then, I know I was a jerk then, but I promise to make it up to you this time." He knew she couldn't hear him, but he had to say it out.
He then went to sleep on the couch.
Calla woke up the next morning feeling so exhausted from yesterday's activities, from the wedding to the cooking then to the little drama between her and Davis.
She suddenly realized that she was on the bed, hadn't she slept on the couch last night?.
She remembered too well that she had decided to sleep on the couch, since she couldn't stand sleeping on the same bed as Davis.
She looked at the spot next to her, she saw it was empty and cold, that meant only her had slept on the bed, so where did David sleep.
She looked towards the couch and saw it was empty. Where was he?.
She was about getting up from the bed when she saw him walked out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. Water was dripping from his hair down to the chest, his chest that was so muscular and attractive, she couldn't look away from him because right now, he looked like a water god.
He caught her ogling at his body, he spoke in a sexy tone.
"Why don't you come and touch it, instead of looking at it like you want to eat it."
She blushed so hard from embarrassment, why does he have to say that?.
"I was staring at you not because I admired your body, but because I was wondering why on earth do I have a husband with such an imperfect body." She lied boldly.
Hearing her words, his face suddenly turned dark and the room became really chilly even though the air conditioner was turned off.
No man's body in the world could be compared to his, he was the definition of perfection, how dare her say such a thing to him.
He had been a model from age five and no one with a better face or body than him had ever appeared on any modeling show before.
He wasn't the king of hearts for nothing, literally every woman wanted to be with him, whether old or young.
From the look on his face, she knew he was really mad at her, but she didn't care, rather, she was having fun.
She smiled sweetly at him and said, "how I wish I could touch the body of one of those models, especially that Garcia Brown, his body is just perfect, have you seen him take his shirt off?." She asked innocently.
He clenched his fist tight that it started bleeding, but she didn't notice it.
Davis couldn't believe what she was saying, compared to his, Garcia's body was just like that of a child.
She was loving the look on his face.
"I often dream of having sex with Garcia in my dreams, you know, him touching my body and I am doing the same to him, oh my gosh, so exotic." She knew she was talking rubbish, but she had to continue in order to make her husband really furious.
"I wish I could meet him right now, because I am damn hot right now." She laughed so hard seeing the look on his face, his face was so red from anger. This was the first time seeing him so mad, he usually didn't show his emotions, no matter the situation.
She was about opening her mouth to say more nonsense, when a loud bang sounded in the room.
She looked towards the direction of the noise and what she saw shocked her greatly.
Davis had punched the wall so hard that it had a big crack and his hand was bleeding so badly.
She rushed to him. "What the hell is wrong with you?." She screamed loudly.
She took his hand and inspected the wound, "you have to go to the hospital." She sounded so worried.
Was she worried about him?, he asked himself.
"I don't have to go to the hospital, the doctor would come over." He said calmly.
"Then hurry up and call the doctor, before it gets worse." Calla didn't know why she all of a sudden started worrying about him, doesn't she hate him?. She was so confused, but she decided not to give it a serious thought, since she was still human.
"He is already here." He said, walking to the door.
"Huh? Who called the doctor?." She was confused, she didn't have the doctor's number, so she couldn't call him and she didn't see Davis calling him either, so who did?.
"I called the doctor, Mrs. Williams." She didn't notice the tall you man behind the doctor until he spoke. She looked at him closely, oh my gosh. Garcia Brown!
What was he doing here and how did he know Davis was injured that he called the doctor.
Garcia spoke in a soft voice, "I am Garcia Brown, your husband's assistant, nice to meet you, Mrs Williams."
Calla suddenly felt dizzy, Garcia was her husband's assistant, and she had bluffed a few minutes ago about wanting to have sex with him. How embarrassing.
"Mrs Williams, I am doctor Mike, your husband's personal doctor." He introduced himself while offering her his hand for a handshake.
"Nice to meet you, doctor." She gave him her brightest smile "and nice to meet you too, Garcia."
"Mr Williams, if you don't mind, can I take a look at your injury?."
Even though doctor Mike was Davis's personal doctor, he still feared him a lot.
Davis simply nodded, and the treatment started.
After the wound was bandaged, the doctor gave him some medication for the wound and then he left.