Chapter 7 Joshua

• I stared at the strange woman sleeping on my bed. I had no idea who she was, and she had no idea who I was. I only knew that Katherine had a daughter. I did a quick background check, and found that she was not a threat, so she was off my radar. I never thought I would end up with this woman, instead of her mother.
• My palm brushed aside the strands of her dark brown hair that covered her face. Her cheeks were dirty with smudged mascara. There were dried tear tracks on both of her cheeks. She must have spent the whole day crying before falling asleep from exhaustion. Her chin, neck, and the front of her dress were dirty with dried blood. The bastard's blood had splattered on her face and the front of her dress when I shot the man to save her.
• My feet suddenly moved to grab a washcloth in the bathroom and wet it with water. I don't know how this happened, but suddenly I was wiping her face and cleaning the dried blood that stained her skin. She wasn't too bad. Almost similar to Katherine, but she was younger. Fresher. Prettier. Sexier. She was definitely better than Katherine. I don't know if this was a disaster or luck for me because I got a better replacement bride because Alana shot my bride dead.
• "What did you do?"
• Her tiny hands gripped my wrists that were three times larger than hers. Surprisingly, she had a strong and solid grip.
• “Wiping the dried blood off your neck. Didn’t you change your clothes?”
• Fiona blinked before releasing her grip on my wrists.
• “What time is it?”
• “Past midnight.”
• “I slept for a long time.”
• “I guess so. Do you want to change?”
• “I don’t have any clothes. Remember, you brought me here with nothing but the bloody dress I was wearing.”
• “I have clothes for you. Well, although they’re probably too big for your petite frame.”
• “I don't mind as long as I can get this disgusting dress off my body as soon as possible.”
• I pulled one of my pajama tops out of the closet and tossed it to her.
• “Where are the pants?” she asked skeptically.
• “I’m sure you won’t need them. The top is enough for you.”
• “Do you have any other colors besides black?”
• This woman was really demanding.
• I opened my wardrobe wide, and she gaped at my collection of clothes.
• “What kind of man only wears black? There are other colors that are no less good than black.”
• “I like black, and you don’t need to comment on my taste in clothes.”
• “But you married me. That means I’ll see you wearing only black for the rest of my life. Yikes, that’s horrible.”
• “Just close your eyes, and you won't see me wearing black.”
• “How about you just leave my life? That way I won’t have to see you wearing black for the rest of my life,” she added with a sickening saccharine smile.
• “Nice try, but I won’t divorce you. So, make yourself useful as my wife.”
• I gestured my chin toward the bathroom.
• “Hurry up and change your clothes. Aren’t you disgusted by your dress?”
• Fiona snorted in annoyance. She jumped down from the bed and walked with her feet stomping towards the bathroom. She even slammed the door loudly before turning on the water tap noisily.
• Damn woman.
• She was so childish. How old was she? Twenty? Twenty-one? I didn't even know how old she was. But she was definitely younger than me. People would probably think she was my daughter, not my wife.
• I took off my blood-stained shirt and threw it on the floor. It felt much better. The cold air from the air conditioner cooled my hot, dirty, and sweat-sticky body. I intended to take off my pants too and leave only my boxers on, but I thought my bride would be scared if she saw me half-naked in front of her. She did look fierce and arrogant, but deep inside, she was just an innocent girl who had never dealt with a grown man like me.
• “I guess you’re right. Look, your pajama top can be a dress for me.”
• She came out of the bathroom with my pajama top that was too big on her petite body. The hem almost reached her knees. She looked like she was wearing a dress, rather than a pajama top. Fiona rolled her dark brown hair into messy rolls with… Is that my toothbrush?
• “It feels so good after changing. Do you mind if I throw this dress away?”
• “Not at all.”
• Fiona walked out of the bathroom carrying her blood-stained dress. She walked across my room barefoot, looking like a child in her oversized pajamas. My eyes couldn't take my eyes off her small butt that swayed gently every time she took a step. Although small, it looked tempting to squeeze. I wondered if my palm was bigger than her butt or...
• "What are you thinking about?"
• Her loud voice interrupted my dirty thoughts about her peach-shaped ass.
• Dammit
• I acted like a horny teenager who just saw a girl coming out of the bathroom for the first time in just a pajama top. Yeah, I'm sure she wasn't wearing anything under those pajamas other than a pair of tiny underwear. And probably lace.
• "Nothing. Did you use my toothbrush to roll your hair into a bun?"
• "Oh, sorry. I need to wash my face and I have to secure my hair so it doesn't get wet. I'll return it later."
• "Never mind. I have a spare toothbrush in the cupboard."
• Fiona managed to find a laundry bag in the second drawer. She put her dress in the bag, tied the bag, and threw it in the corner of the room..
• “I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten anything except a piece of white bread before going to church,” she whined like a little girl. I couldn’t bear to look at her round eyes that looked like a kitten’s.
• “I think I have something in the kitchen. But I need to use the bathroom first. I’ll catch you in the kitchen.”
• “Okay.”
• She walked out of the room cheerfully. I chased after her and grabbed her wrist in the doorway.
• “What?”
• “Don’t even try to run away. You’ll find nothing but total darkness for two miles.”
• “You think I’m going to run away dressed like this? I don’t even have shoes on, and I’m starving. Running away would be a stupid thing to do right now.”
• “Good. Wait for me in the kitchen.”
• Fiona jerked my hand away roughly and stalked off into the kitchen. I watched her from the doorway, watching her like a father afraid that something bad might happen to his little girl.
• God.
• Why did I marry a little girl like her instead of a grown woman with big tits and a big ass the size of a balloon? If my wife was that small, how could I fuck her without crushing her?