Chapter 5

• Angelina heard a loud noise from the kitchen, which made her run out and check what had happened. She saw the man she was married to cussing while checking his foot. She smiled at his attic, and he mistakenly hit his toe.
• Angelina shook her head and escaped to the kitchen to soothe his pain with the coffee she had made.
• "Good morning, dear husband." She greeted him with a smile. She didn't know what to call him. She didn't know whether he would be okay with her calling his name. She handed him a cup of coffee she had prepared.
• Angelina had woken up early in the morning to do her duties as a wife, though she hadn't been told what to do as a substitute. Cooking was an excellent start to having a conversation. She wanted to familiarise herself with everyone. So this house would be more accessible for her to stay in in the meantime. She had asked the maid in the kitchen what he liked and disliked, and the maid informed her how he wanted his coffee early in the morning without any disturbance. Sometimes he only drank a cup of coffee and then went to work.
• This was her first time making a coffee, and she hoped she would make it well because she followed the procedure the maid told her.
• Nathaniel looked at the cup strangely before collecting it from her, taking a sip from it before he spat it out and threw it away.
• "What the fuck is this?!" he growled, "Tina!" he called as the lady who taught her how his coffee was made hurried in, with her eyes looking at the ground. "Why was she the one who brought the coffee?!" he yelled.
• "Sir…"
• "I didn't hire you to be lazy like this!" he gritted, running his hands through his hair, "You are fired!" Angelina flinched from his angry voice and fiddled with her fingers. She didn't know what to say. She was the one who asked her to teach her.
• "I'm sorry…" she said meekly, "I was…" she closed her mouth immediately from his raised brow, daring her to say a thing there.
• "Fucking say what you wanna fucking say. Stop stuttering like a fool!" Angelina felt like crying, and tears welled up in her eyes.
• He turned his hard gaze at her, looking at her with disdain and Angelina felt like disappearing away from his hated gaze. He took predatory steps towards her, which made her back walk to the wall.
• "Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck permitted you to talk?"
• Angelina gulped fearfully, "I'm your wife," she mumbled in a shaky voice. Who am I, really? I'm no one, and I'm nothing!
• "Wife?" he scoffed mockingly before laughing out loud. "You are nothing but a gold digger whore, who saw an opportunity and jumped on it," he seethed, caging her as he took a whiff of her hair, inhaling it.
• He groaned at the scent, feeling his groin roused to life, he pressed himself to her, but when he felt her wiggling to escape, he pushed her away like she burnt him and walked away from her.
• "And don't ever show me that your fake face because I fucking hate it!" he stated with hatred brimming in his voice which made her heart crushed into pieces. She never meant to like him, but her heart chose him the moment she saw him. He was horrible, and she ran into her room using heed hands to muffle her cries.
• He hated her! It wasn't her fault, she agreed but… maybe a tiny fault because she needed money, but that was too much.
• After crying her eyes red, Angelina wiped her eyes, heaving as she reassured herself.
• I'll make sure he takes back his word!
• Meanwhile, in his car, Nathaniel was debating whether to go inside and apologise for what he said. Since he saw her yesterday, he had not been himself. Her innocent grey eyes lured him like a siren. She had the body of a seductress, and she didn't know or was faking not to know.
• He was supposed to be heartbroken that his fiance left him, but he felt nothing, just betrayal, and he vowed to make her regret it.
• He had snuck into her room last night to check if she was on her. He used the extra key to enter and saw her splayed on the bed, and her face was somehow puffy.
• She was still wearing the wedding dress, and the gown had ridden to her thigh, showing her smooth chubby thigh. He swallowed the numbness in his throat, feeling himself getting hard again.
• Damn! He left the wedding scene yesterday because he was hard after tasting her lips. Now just merely seeing her exposed legs, he bit his lips contemplating before he bent to her sleeping face level and kissed her.
• Addicting, alluring and sweet!
• She's beautiful, and her scent is driving him crazy. He wants to possess everything about her.
• Nathaniel reluctantly removed himself from her bed, and he glanced at her one more time before closing the door behind him.
• She mustn't leave him like her. Females are all the same. He must not show he cared or anything, and he needed to make her believe he didn't like her so that she wouldn't run away like Clara.
• He went to his study, saw the brown file on it, and grinned. He plopped on his seat, taking a sip of his whiskey, humming a happy tune as he unsealed the brown file.
• He gingerly opened the file as a picture slipped down. He bent and took it, revealing his wife. He whistled, feeling drawn to her unique grey eyes, which looked at nothing in particular as the knee-length blue gown she wore showing her short thick legs.
• Damn! She has a great body.
• Nathaniel felt tightened again, feeling uncomfortable in his pants as he palmed himself to feel it growing bigger.
• Fuck! His body was trembling like a hormonal teenager, seeing the breast of his crush for the first time. Nathaniel splayed his legs and unbuckled his belt, making his Jr sprang out of the band.
• When was the last time he masturbated? Though he always has dirty thoughts, it has been a long. He stared at the angry pink head, which precum was already leaking as he used the milky cum as grease. Palming it gently.
• He closed his eyes, remembering the taste of her lips and her scent as he felt his stomach knot in delight.
• Moan after moan escaped from his parted lips while working his hand on his girth. He held the picture in his hand and stared at her face again, fueling his fantasy before he felt his release was coming.
• He increased his pace, moving up and down as his toes curled, and then his release spurted over his shirt, the picture and his hand. He came harder than he had ever been. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.
• Nathaniel felt satisfied and happy, he had never felt something like this, and he wanted to continue feeling this emotion.
• I'm never going to let her escape my clutch, he grinned callously as he took out his phone and dialled.
• "Tony, from now on, always monitors my wife to make sure she can't escape," he said, biting his lips, "and always reports every single detail without missing," he hung up, not waiting for his response before slugging down his whiskey.
• She's mine!