Two Months Later,
Arms folded angrily across her chest, Shikera glared at the video playing on the TV screen, and in particular, at the handsome man who seemed to be staring straight into her eyes right now. Two weeks had passed since her marriage to Ethan, and yet, the media had broadcasted it so many times that it didn't feel like they were ready to stop anytime soon.
She had no problem with them broadcasting it, but could someone tell them her husband hadn't so much as touched her since they got married? Well, maybe he did touch her, even helping her get off several times but still, he didn't go all the way!
"Fuck it," she cussed beneath her breath, standing from the sofa. "I'll just go meet him myself."
She headed towards the stairs and passed by his room—now their room—knowing he wouldn't be there. There were only two places he would be at this time of the night, if he wasn't in bed with her.
