Chapter 16: Chapter 16

<Third Person>

Nick arrived home late, and he was expecting his wife to be there, but she was nowhere to be found. He was getting frustrated. Where was she? Did she even have plans to come home? Was she only with Hailey?

After five minutes, he heard the sound of a car engine. She's here.

To his dismay, she was drunk.

"Damn it! I told Hailey to watch over her!" He clenched his fist and approached his wife, who was swaying.

"Where have you been?" He asked, his voice filled with fear and anger. He couldn't control himself anymore.

"Who are you, huh?" She slurred, clearly intoxicated.

"I didn't allow you to drink."

"I don't care about you. Get out of here!"

She tried to push him away, but he held onto her wrist.

"Do you know what time it is, Azaria?! For fuck's sake! You're driving alone, you're drunk, and you're coming home in the middle of the night!" He couldn't contain his anger and frustration; he shouted at her.

"Oh, sure! Fuck you! Who told you to shout at me, huh?! Go to your mistress and your child! I don't need you! Don't touch me. Fuck you!" She yelled angrily, pushing him away with force.

Mistress and child?

"What the fuck are you saying?!" He shouted in frustration.

He didn't drink earlier even though his friends were teasing him. He didn't want to come home smelling like alcohol.

Nick know that his wife was with Hailey. She would be in trouble if Hailey let Azaria drink.

"What the hell are you saying?" He yelled back, shocked by her accusations. Does she think he has a mistress?

"You're so shameless!" She punched him in the chest, "You have a child, you animal!" She cursed at him.

He held her to stop her from hitting him further, his forehead creasing in confusion at what he was hearing.

"I don't have a mistress, and I don't have a daughter," he denied, feeling his anger rising, but also realizing that he might lose to her in this argument. She seemed determined, and he felt like she was already considering divorcing him because of what she just found out.

"Well, then what did I hear in your office, huh? Who was that little girl you were carrying?!" She questioned, her eyes burning with anger.

Finally, he understood what his wife was referring to.

"Wife, that's not what you think. Kianna is my niece, and she is the daughter of my brother," he explained, hoping she would believe him.

“I don't believe you! You're a liar!"

"If you don't want to believe me, then ask my sister-in-law."

She didn't reply.

"Just so you know, I still don't want to believe you."

Nick grinned.

"Why are you smiling like that?!"

He shook his head in response.

"Nothing. Let's rest? Hmm, I know you're tired."

She's confused about Nick's behavior.

"I want to take a bath. Can you prepare the bath for me?" Azaria requested, her tone a bit demanding, as Nick assisted her in walking to their bedroom.

Nick obliged, trying to be helpful despite the tension between them. He prepared the bath for her, making sure she was comfortable before leaving her alone to soak and relax.

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<Azaria>

I feel dizzy, and I want to soak in the warm bath. I also want to go to sleep.

"Wife, change your clothes," my husband, the devil, calmly ordered as he handed me my dress, which he took from my closet.

I pouted and didn't take the dress he held out.

"I'll dress you up."

"Don't touch me!" I snapped at him and lied down on the bed. Hmm, lying on the bed feels so good. I don't even smell bad, and I brushed my teeth this morning, so it's okay.

"Wife," he said huskily as he approached me on the bed.

"What now? I'm getting sleepy!" I grumbled when he was about to undress me. This guy is such a pervert.

"I'll just dress you up," he suggested.

I suddenly pulled him, and he ended up lying on top of me. He's heavy, and I feel like I'm being sandwiched.

He raised his face, and suddenly he kissed me. Since I've had a few drinks, I responded to his kiss passionately. We kissed intensely, and he quickly placed his hand on my chest, gently squeezing it, which made me moan. I could also feel that I'm getting wet down there. Why do I get turned on so quickly by him?

I let him do what he wanted with my body. Things escalated quickly, and we were both undressed. He was on top of me, and he was heavy, but I didn't mind because I was enjoying his kisses and touches.

I grabbed his hair as he sucked on my nipples and gently nibbled on them.

"I love you, Azaria," he softly whispered as he kissed my neck while I kept my eyes closed and tilted my head to give him better access.

My legs automatically spread as his hand ventured to my most intimate part. I felt like I was going crazy with every touch he made, and my body felt like it was burning with desire.

"L-Lanvin," I managed to call out his name, my voice barely audible due to its weakness.

God! Why does it feel so good what he's doing to my body?

"Spread your legs wide," he commanded when he paused the kissing. Without hesitation, I followed his instruction.

"Ugh," I moaned as he inserted two fingers into my entrance.

"Hmm. Oh," I groaned in pleasure.

It felt amazing.

His other hand massaged my breast while his lips were on my neck. His fingers moved in and out of me rapidly, and I could feel a mix of pain and pleasure. It hurt, but it felt so good. Each thrust of his fingers created a wet sound from my arousal.

I felt like my core was swelling as he pushed his fingers deeper inside me.

It felt like something was about to burst from within me.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing.

I was about to yell at him for what he did to me when he said, "are you ready for the next level?" He asked me huskily.

Only then did I completely pay attention to his length that was stiff.

I looked at his pet and he was standing stiffly, and he was stroking it.

He positions himself in front of me, and he widens my legs as he enters.

"It hurts," I moaned and pushed but he didn't budge. The pain is visible in my face. I can't take the pain. He hasn't fully penetrated me yet and I'm already overcome with pain. I don't know how to explain the pain I feel. I felt like something hard had entered me and I was in a lot of pain.

"Shhh, I'll take you slow and hard. I'll yet you adjust."

He stops and he waits for me to adjust.

"S-it still hurts," I moaned as he entered me even more. I was crying too, and I was writhing in pain. Only the head has entered and I can't take it anymore.

"It really hurts," I told him crying.

He suddenly pulled out.

"Do you want me to continue it?" He asked me.

I nodded at him and bit my lower lip. The light in the whole room was dim and I could no longer feel the coldness of the air conditioner because of the burning heat of my body.

I had him inside of me and I didn't feel satisfied yet. I want to release this heat of my body.

He lay beside me and kissed my lips fully, at the same time his finger entered me again. I felt more pain every time his finger entered me.

He tried to let me in again but I couldn't take it. He looked disappointed.

"I'll stop then," he answered coldly and I couldn't paint his face with seriousness.

He also looked angry and his jaw was tense.

When I couldn't bear to have him enter me, he stopped.

"It really hurts," I told him in pain. He was trying to insert his into me.

His expression suddenly changed. He was worried.

"I'll just take a cold shower," he said goodbye as he entered the bathroom and didn't even look at me.

I'm hung up.

I still feel hot and I don't know what to do to get rid of my body heat. I feel that Nick suddenly lost his mood.

Is it my fault?

I can't take hiss because it's too fat, long, and wide. Then if he inserts his finger into me, it's too much.

The next day.

I was feeling unwell, but I didn't mind it.

"Ma'am, breakfast in bed," I looked at Marie as she entered our room. She was holding a tray of food.

"Sir cooked it and he told me to bring it to you," she said politely and placed the tray on the table near me.

"Where is he?" I asked Marie.

"He's taking a shower, ma'am."

I tasted one of the bacon strips. I didn't like the taste.

"Didn't I say I don't want bacon? Why is everything here bacon? And it tastes awful, it's burnt! Your cooking is always burnt!" I snapped at her.

Is bacon supposed to be salty?