"We're going to stay in my place."
"What about my apartment? I don't want to lose it. I paid in advance--"
"Do you want to sell it?"
"No Eric, but I want to keep it."
"You don't need a house, we have mine."
"But--"
He sighed.
"Okay then, if you want to keep it I'll let you, but you're going to live with me."
He stared at me, showing me there's no room for argument over this.
I smiled and nodded.
I still want to have something of that i personally own that belongs to me, not of something he provided for me. That house was essential because I bought it myself. Reaped from my own sweat and blood. There were some things that he could never understand for he grew up with a silverspoon in his mouth. And besides, Tori might need it once she started working in the big city.
We were inside an exclusive cafeteria, one I'd never been to. Not that I frequented cafeterias. I sometimes drink hot green tea at home or our family's house where Mom's home-made, hot brewed hot cocoa was a must.
He ordered a capuccino and I, what else? A hot cocoa. I was hesitant to order for the price was almost an hour salary at work.
God! These rich people were really spending their money on something you could easily prepare at home.
"Why the frown?", he inquired. He was reading a newspaper. I looked at him and perched my eyeglasses, I was reading an article about a new medication for diabetes mellitus but I stopped when he spoke to me before.
"I, I was just thinking about something."
"And what's that?", he gave me a small, teasing smile.
"Nothing. Just a--about this article!", I stammered.
Shocks! That smile was too much for my nerves.
"Let me see?"
"H-here", I handed it to him.
He started reading and slowly grinned.
"Hmm...", he nodded. "Do you think I also need to take this?"
"W-what do you mean?", I frowned. Puzzled with his question.
"Although, it says here that healthy males could use it, too. I don't think I should."
"Take monorapid?", that surprised me. As far as I knew, he wasn't a diabetic to take any form of insulin.
"Nope. A Viagra."
"Viagra?!", I was shocked I said the word out loud.
People started staring at us and I blushed.
My! I'm so crazy!
He chuckled.
"Give it back to me", I took the magazine from him forcibly, it almost ripped out.
I was so far from my daydreaming I didn't notice I flipped it into another page.
And to my surprised, a naked guy holding his large penis was on sight.
Double Damn!
I blushed more.
"So, what's your opinion my lovely nurse?", he stared at me intently and devilishly so. Both of his hands clasped under his chin. The newspaper forgotten, left discarded on top of the table.
"So... what?", I swallowed.
"What do you think? Do I still need that enhancement pill?"
"I-I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"N-no", I said shyly. My face on flames.
Oh man! I'm doomed. I'm getting wet with just that look.
"I-I mean--"
"I know pretty well I'm not lacking in my sexual prowess, or do you find me inadequate to keep you satisfied, baby?"
Oh shocks! Now he wants some compliments.
I cleared my parched throat, hoping my voice won't tremble.
"Actually Mr. Morisson, I'm not sure. You are fully aware that I've never had sex with anyone other than you", I deserve a round of applause after saying that with defiance.
He grinned.
"I'm well aware of that fact, Mrs. Morrison. And there's another fact you have to know right now, too", his eyes started burning with embers.
"What is it?",I said in a whisper.
"I want to make slow and sweet love to you, again. Right here, right now."
"No", I answered, barely a hissing whisper and shook my head but under the table I started clenching my thighs.
Just this morning we did it on top of the breakfast table of his yacht before heading here and now this?
Oh, damn him to hell for making me horny now!
"Make your choice. There's a nearby hotel where we can check-in quick", he was staring at my breasts. My nipples started perking up.
Shit!
Then he licked his lower lip.
"No!", I hissed angrily like a cat. Trying to control more of myself than him.
"All tight then, I will respect your decision", he shrugged and winked at me.
He took the newspaper and started reading that my world shattered.
What?! Just like that?!
My eyes squinted and my eyes started shooting burning coals towards him but he was nonchalant.
Ooh, I hate him for teasing me into this fiery wanton! I hate him. Period.
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"So, what's your opinion?"
He brought me into his home located on top of a hill outside the city. About thirty minutes drive away from there.
The house was so modern but with classical touch to it. It was made mostly of white bricks and classic marbles.
I looked around and almost felt so little. Not only does this house showed me that I was really far below him monetarily, it also showed that I married a very wealthy man, too.
"It's huge."
"Come with me", he took my hand and tagged me along inside what looked like his office. Then he opened the blinds of a full-walled mirror window.
I was overwhelmed with what I saw.
"It's beautiful, Eric", I exclaimed excitedly. The view was endless and breath-taking. The sunset enhanced the scene. You can see the city thru bird's-eye point of view.
"You're lovelier", he whispered.
I turned my head and saw him staring at me. I started blushing.
"That's not true but thank you", I gave him a small smile then stared on the floor then outside the window again.
He frowned and sighed.
"Why are you always avoiding me, Nicolaa?"
I was surprised by that question do I quickly looked at him again.
"I'm not. I'm just not that used to you yet Eric."
"You have to, I'm your husband now."
I nodded. Easily agreeing to his request.
"Where are my things?", I changed the subject. I didn't want to dwell in the awkwardness of the conversation it was drawing to.
"It's inside our master's bedroom. Come, I'll show it to you."
We went upstairs thru a wooden oak-made spiral staircase then he showed me the master's bedroom.
I was taken aback, for here I was, standing infront of the place where I usually dreamt of having my way with him. I scanned the room and my eyes landed on the bed. The place where I dream of being his dominatrix. It's like a deja vu.
I swallowed, I started having cold sweats. My palms started moistening.
When I looked at him, he was watching me closely with burning eyes.
Does he know what I was thinking? Can he read my mind?
He cleared his throat and let go of my stare.
"I'll go down and have cook prepare our dinner. I know you're starving", he gave me a smile, kissed my cheek then he left. Closing the door behind him gently.
I let go of my breath. I wasn't even aware I was holding it in. I clutched my left breast and closed my eyes. My heart was beating fast.
Eric was unaware that his presence disturbed his wife's peace of mind.
All this time.