My first night as a bride and I didn't get any sleep. I think that's the point but in my case, I didn't get any sleep because my jerk of a husband was out gallivanting with another woman on our wedding night. My eyes landed on the empty side of the bed and I thought about the different ways to make him suffer.
I couldn't say anything when Gwen answered the call. I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. I shouldn't be angry but I was. Why would he leave me all alone to go and spend time with another woman? It was our wedding night, for heaven's sake?
I heard the front door creak open and Richard strolling in, still wearing his wedding tuxedo, his tie half undone, hair rumpled.
"Good morning," he greeted, shutting the door behind him. I had nothing to say to him. he could keep his greetings for the woman he spent the night with. I slid my feet into my slippers and headed towards the bathroom when he stood in my path. "Nita, I'm sorry."
"Why though? You seem to think you have done something wrong," I responded crossing my arms.
"Because you look mad?..."
"Do I?"
"I just needed to get out of here. This is new for me too and I just needed something or someone to ground me. I felt overwhelmed," he explained but it still seemed like he was struggling with the words.
"I understand that, trust me, I do but I am guessing the note you left went missing or you called out to me in the bathroom and the sound of the rushing water drowned out your voice. Oh, um, your phone magically redirected to Gwen. We should be overwhelmed together and you chose to spend our wedding night with Gwen,"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay, it wasn't great timing. I admit that."
"What would you do if someone sees you with her? What stories will they spin? We started this, we need to see it through which means sticking to the plan,"
"Would you prefer I sleep in the same bed with you and make you uncomfortable all night?" he shouted. "How close can I get to you without you freaking out? Do you think lying in the same bed alone is as simple as a kiss in the presence of hundreds of people? You don't have any idea how hard this is for me?"
I didn't have any answers to his question so I stood there, the silence becoming awkward. He had a point.
"I'm not saying that this isn't difficult, Richard. All I am saying is you could have told me. I thought you got kidnapped or something,"
"Kidnapped?" he repeated with a chuckle.
I shot him a glare. "Don't mock me. I was worried."
His lips curved in a smile and he stepped closer, his hands in his pockets, "I'm sorry. I should've told you."
We stood there for a moment, wondering if there was something more the other wanted to say. "How about we hit one of those honeymooner programs today? I saw a cooking class on the schedule."
I raised an eyebrow. "Cooking? You in an apron? I am going to enjoy this,"
*****
The resort couples' cooking space wasn't too busy. Looks like most of the honeymooners would rather spend their time in the bedroom. The instructor, a robust woman with a French accent, stood at the front, demonstrating how to make a chocolate cake.
I swallowed my laughter when I saw Richard in an apron. "Nice touch," I teased.
I gathered our ingredients and got to work, cracking eggs, and whisking, and Richard was spilling flour everywhere.
"All you have to do is measure the flour, Richard not create a snowstorm." I chastised, brushing a streak of flour off his cheek.
"You aren't my mum,"
"If I was, this spatula would be spanking your ass right now,"
"Oooh, kinky, I like it," he winked at me.
"Are you ever going to grow up?"
"Kinky is for grown-ups,"
I shoved my hand in the flour bowl and threw a fistful of flour at him. He stared at me in disbelief before grabbing a handful and returning the gesture.
The next few minutes, we had various food ingredients in our hair and clothes and a very unimpressed instructor.
By the end of the class, our cake was a mess.
Later that evening, after we had both taken a shower, I collapsed onto the sofa, groaning and rubbing the back of my neck. "cooking with you is exhausting,"
He chuckled, reaching for the TV remote. "TV?"
"Sure," I said, curling up with a pillow. He plopped down beside me and played an episode of SpongeBob Square pants.
"You're such a child," I chuckled. A few minutes in, I was feeling sleepy and I wondered if he would be leaving me again tonight.
"Are you seeing Gwen again tonight?" there was a long silence before I heard him respond.
"Yes,"
*****
Richard's POV
I left the room that night when Nita was fully asleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest as she dozed off was like a magnet pulling me in, begging me to touch her even for just one second. I may have lied when I said I left the previous night to make her more comfortable, but the truth was if I stayed one more second in that large yet suffocating room with her, I would have lost my self-control.
My bodyguard and driver, Martin, appeared like a ghost from the dark night falling in step with me as we walked toward the parking lot.
"Where to, sir?" he asked, his tone carrying no emotion.
"Stay here and keep an eye on Nita. I'll drive myself… one more thing, we need to recruit someone for her after the honeymoon,""
"Yes sir. Call me if you need anything."
I got into the car, started the engine, and drove off. Halfway towards Gwen's apartment, I turned the car around and headed to my house. Gwen might be hot and sexy but being with her last night didn't do anything to quench the fire in my loins. I couldn't escape the attraction I felt for Nita and there was no use torturing myself to be with someone while I closed my eyes to imagine it was with someone else.
The guard at my gate was clearly surprised to see me as I pulled into the driveway of my house. I went straight into my bedroom staring up at the ceiling. What was I doing here? Why couldn't I tell her just how I felt? Why was I running away from her? The answer was simple, she wasn't ready yet and I didn't want to push her away from me.
I let out a frustrated groan and rubbed myself through my pants. I needed to let the frustration out. I unzipped my pants and reached for it, stroking myself and thinking of her, her genuine laughter, her flour-covered face, and her lips on mine. I groaned as I caressed myself faster, finally feeling the seeping liquid on my palm. I gave a slight chuckle in the dark. Richard Numero, almighty billionaire, wanking himself. Isn't that great?