Contract And Marriage

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I had a splitting headache and couldn’t help but groan as I slowly opened my eyes. I began to think about why I felt this way and remembered what had happened the previous day. I took a deep breath before turning to my side and frowning when I saw that Sarina was gone. Is she awake already?

I quickly got up and checked the bathroom, but there was no light, so she probably wasn’t there either. I remembered that my wife undressed me last night, but I was now wearing a tank top and boxer shorts. I don’t remember her dressing me up, though.

I exited the bedroom and found Sarina’s sleeping figure on the couch. I approached her slowly before sitting next to her. The couch was big enough for both of us, but this wasn’t her place. She should be in the bedroom with me. Yet she chose to sleep here. Is she still mad at me?

I decided to let her be and started to take care of myself to start the day. While showering, I remembered how I relieved myself the previous day as punishment for my wife. Next time, I’ll ensure I don’t suffer when I punish her again. Damn, it was tough.

After getting dressed, I grabbed my laptop and sat beside my wife. Even when I’m mad at her, I can’t help but stay close to her. This flat-chested woman is really lucky to have me. I felt at ease whenever she was where I could see her. I didn’t want to get away from her.

I decided to wait for Sarina to wake up before eating breakfast, so I started checking the emails I couldn’t get to yesterday. I found all the necessary information about the businessmen I would meet later. I had nothing but praise for Aries; he’s incredibly good. And my two secretaries accompanying Sarina and I were surely prepared as well. I’ve given them time to relax and be ready, so all their documents should be in order.

That’s why I treat my employees the same way when we go out of town or out of the country. They always have time to prepare and relax or enjoy the place before and after meetings, and I don’t bother them during those times. We can go separate ways after we successfully close the deal.

The information Aries sent to me was a bit long, so I didn’t notice the time. When I looked at Sarina, she was already awake and looking at me. “Good morning, my wife,” I greeted her, placing my laptop on the center table. She sat up while looking at me but didn’t return my greeting.

“What time is it?” She was about to stand, but I stopped her.

“Time for breakfast.” As I said that, I leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away.

“I just woke up, I have bad breath.” She covered her mouth with her hand, making me frown.

“So?” I asked.

“What do you mean ‘so’? I said I have bad breath.” Her eyes widened, and I wanted to laugh because of it. She seemed very self-conscious. But I didn’t like that; she should be comfortable with me since we’re married. She shouldn’t be embarrassed anymore.

“Does anyone have fresh breath right after waking up, except for babies?” I asked her, but she ignored me.

“You can say that because you’re not the one who just woke up,” she retorted. I got annoyed, so I pulled her onto my lap and held her cheeks to keep her from moving before kissing her.

But she was clever and kept her mouth shut. So I moved my face away from hers but still held her cheeks. When she thought I couldn’t do anything more, I smirked before pinching her nose. Unable to breathe, she opened her mouth to gasp for air, which I took advantage of. My tongue dove inside, and I sucked on her lower lip, my favorite thing to do.

I felt her arms wrap around me as she responded to my kiss. Soon, we both had to stop because we were out of breath.

“I’m sorry, my wife.” She looked at me but didn’t speak, so I didn’t know what else to say to her. Then, I remembered my last words before falling asleep, so I wanted to clarify things. “About what I said last night…”

“You’re more concerned about that than the call from that bow-legged woman?” she said sulkily. “After I undressed you, she kept calling to talk to you, so I went out here to avoid waking you up while talking to her.”

What? So, does that mean she didn’t hear what I said last night? Damn, it was hard enough to muster the courage to say that. I didn’t expect to say it, but thanks to the alcohol, I did. But she didn’t hear it?

“So what if she called? You should have been possessive and told her I’m yours.”

“Did you forget? I told your grandmother and her that our marriage is just a contract,” she answered. I wanted to roll my eyes at her because she was to blame, but I knew better than to do that if I didn’t want her to get mad at me.

“So what?” I asked, raising a brow.

“So she kept pestering me to ensure I leave you when our contract ends,” she replied. Midori was never going to stop, especially when she knew about our contract. Should I rip that paper in front of her so she would stop?

“And you agreed?” She didn’t answer while I waited. “Sarina! Don’t tell me you agreed!” I exclaimed. If she did, it would only mean one thing: She didn’t feel anything to me.

“Do you think I’m stupid? I told her what you told me about Jason.” I creased my forehead, trying to remember what I told her.

“What about Jason?” I asked, confused.

“I told her she’d be waiting forever because my husband won’t leave me. He wants to be the only one to kiss me, touch me, suck me, eat me, fuck me, and wear me out. Even if everything sags on my body, no one can touch me except him. Remember, I’m his now, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life. That’s how obsessed he is with me.”

I wanted to laugh. Midori, even my grandmother, would be fuming because they hoped we’d separate. Sorry to disappoint them, but as my wife said, I’m obsessed with her.

“Good,” was all I said.

“Good?”

“Very good! I like your answer.” I changed my response, even giving a thumbs-up. She shook her head and was about to stand from my lap, but I stopped her again.

“What now?”

“Is it bad to stay like this?”

“And then what?”

“You know, kiss, touch, caress, lick, play with you…”

“And then leave me hanging again?” she interrupted. She stared at me, clearly annoyed.

“I’m sorry about that; it won’t happen again.”

“You better not! I’ll make sure I’m not left hanging because I’m going to buy a vibrator. If you get moody again, I’ll have something to use. Maybe that will satisfy me.”

“No! Why do you need a vibrator? I promise it won’t happen again. I got really jealous because-”

“Because what?” she asked, confused, and I realized where my words were headed.