Chapter 33: Chapter 33

<Azaria>

We were on our way home, and I haven't been speaking to him since earlier. The bear he won from the game was in my lap; he didn't want to put it beside me, knowing he wouldn't win against me. He was driving, and his right hand was holding mine.

"Wife, are you still mad at me? You're not talking, and you're so cold," he suddenly said. I ignored him again and instead looked at his stainless bracelet that he was wearing. Next, I held his two rings. One on his ring finger, and the other on his pointer finger, both in gold. He's left-handed, so when he washes his hands after using the toilet, he uses his right hand.

"Why do you have two rings? Does the other ring belong to your mistress?" I asked him abruptly. He frowned.

"I don't have a mistress," he answered straightforwardly, with a furrowed brow and eyes on the road. He doesn't have a mistress because I am the other woman.

"Then why do you have two rings?"

"Nothing. I just like it. Why? Do you want me to remove it? If you're not comfortable with me having two rings, then I'll remove the other one," he said without hesitation.

"No," I replied. It suits him, anyway. It adds to his handsomeness, especially with his long, veiny fingers. His hands look sexy. I was just looking for something to argue about because I was bored, so I was nitpicking on his little quirks. I wanted to provoke him, but he wouldn't take the bait. Even before I could say anything, he would surrender.

"How many women have you slept with?"

He slightly hit the brakes because of my question and glanced at me.

"Seriously, wife?" he asked, unable to believe my question.

"Maybe you don't want to tell because you got pregnant," I accused him.

He looked at me in disbelief.

"I'm safe and I'm using a condom. I never pregnant woman. You're the only one I want to get pregnant."

"You can't count because you've had a lot of sex. What are they good at? Better than me? Maybe you're thinking of one of them while you're doing that thing to me," I accused him. Why am I hurt by my thoughts?

"I admit that I fucked a lot of women, and I don't like what you think of me. Hell! I never think of any other woman except you," he stated and licked his lips.

“What if you got one of them pregnant? Will you be responsible?”

"Yeah, only the child. I'll take responsibility, but it's impossible that I got pregnant," he answered confidently.

"What about that girl? You will not marry? What if he chases you?"

"Why would I marry her? I'm married to you. I'll get my kid from her, but if you don't want me to keep the child it's fine. Your decision matters. Your feelings are my priority."

"What if we are not married. You have not met me yet and a woman came to your house, and said that the child she was carrying was your daughter. What will you do?" I'm curious about him.

"I'll make a DNA test," he simply said and held my hand tightly.

"What if positive?" I challenge him.

"I'll take care of my kid," he answered shortly. Why did he answer so briefly?

"How about the mother?" I asked.

"I'll keep her too, perhaps marry her for the sake of the child, but if she doesn't want I don't care."

My temper flared at his response.

"So, if some flirtatious woman comes to our house and claims that she's carrying your child, you'd marry her, huh? Is that it? Damn it!"

"What?! Why would I marry her? I don't care about her. I'm married to you," he defended himself with a furrowed brow.

I continued with my theatrics. I sniffled.

"That's what you said. You'd leave me to marry the mother of your child," I pretended to be hurt by my own words. I was getting carried away, and it felt like we were really going to have a fight.

He accelerated the car.

"You're asking me hypothetical questions, and I answered. I only said that I'd marry her if we weren't married and I hadn't met you. But it's impossible for me to get someone pregnant from my past," he clarified.

"No. You'd choose her over me. You'd leave me. You'd replace me," I cried to him.

He parked the car in the garage and quickly faced me.

"Wife, are you trying to trick me into something? I never said that I'd leave you," he patiently said. He looked stressed because of me.

"That's not what you said!" I try.

"What if my what if comes true? What if you really got a woman pregnant? Then she chased.”

He sighed and removed his seatbelt, and mine..

"I'm right that your questions lead to something. Next time you ask me such questions, I won't answer. Come on, stop hurting yourself based on your 'what ifs'," he softly said as he hugged and kissed me gently.

"I won't replace you. I won't leave you. I won't impregnate another woman. I'll only impregnate my wife multiple times. I'll serve, care for, take seriously, gaze at, cry with, court, wait for, marry, cook for, feed, do the laundry for, listen to, protect, love, and cherish you for a lifetime. Every day, I will be with you."

"My dear wife, don't cry. I'm sorry.. Hush, baby. I'm here," he pleaded, gently wiping away my tears.

"I love you so damn much," he whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek.

I became even more emotional with his tenderness towards me. I had been acting up since the afternoon, being dramatic and annoying, yet he didn't get angry or annoyed with my behavior. Instead, he remained soft and affectionate, continuously soothing me. It feels so good to sulk when someone is being affectionate towards you.

We’re now in our room and Nick helped me to get dressed he doesn’t have a shirt, he only wears his boxer. He sighs while looking at me.

“Wife,” he called me.

“Are you still mad?” He asked how many times.

"Can you hug me first please? You had been hugging the bear for five hours," he complained. I just tormented him and turned away. That I'm not distracted by his body. He even counted the time I hugged the bear. Before he got it, he didn't let me touch it until he sprayed it with alcohol. Lanvin Nikolai is artistic, often he is gentle.

He stood next to me and immediately hugged me from his waist.

“You haven’t eaten dinner. Why you don’t want to eat?” He asks while kissing me on my neck, on my left cheek, on my forehead, and back to my neck while his hands are roaming in my body. One thing about Nick is, he couldn’t control and stop his hands from sneaking into my body. No matter what we are, he will unhook my bra out of nowhere. He is unhooking my bra using one hand, even in darkness, he knows how to unhook it.

“I’ll be the one to take my dinner,” he said in a hoarse voice, and pulled me in front of him while he laid on me. I kiss him back and he is not putting his weight on me because I was always complaining before that he is heavy and I'm having a hard time to breathe whenever he is on top of me.

His hand stops roaming my body when he found his way to my breast.

“N-nick,” I moaned his name when he squeeze my breast gently. I feel the heat, my body is in heat. He gets the bear and throws it.

I pulled his hair when his kisses is coming down to my neck, and breasts. The room is cold but our body is on fire. The coldness makes my body burn.

Everything was so fast and we were both naked, and my husband is eating me.

“Oh.. ahh!” I keep on moaning. He is eating me for real good.

“Hubby I want you now!” I angrily demanded. I feel that I would’t release the fire that I’m feeling until our body haven’t collide.

“Ahh! h-hubby,” I called him teary eyed.

He hung me up on what he was doing to my girlhood, and he kissed me. He spread my legs using his legs and I bit my lip hard when he suddenly inserted and sucked.

“Ohh… ahhh. Uhmm,” daing, “make it faster!”I moaned. We both breathed heavily.

“You’re louder in bed - fuck!” He felt bad when I did muscle control.

“Hubby faster and… deeper,” I clung tightly to his arm as he entered me with great pleasure. He followed what I said.

"Damn... I'm near wife," he informed me with difficulty.

My husband comes inside me; he is not using a condom every time we’re doing it, and he put all his semen inside me.

We’re both panting, and kiss me in forehead and he put me in his arms and took one of my hands to hug him.

Nick is sweet isn’t obvious, but he is; he’s also clingy and he is acting like a baby sometimes.

"Hubby I'm tired," I begged him sleepily when he started kissing my face again, and his hand moved again.

"One last round please?" He is tender. He is using his charm and begging effect for me to give in to him.

“I’m so tired” I complained and frowned.

“I’ll do all the work. You just need to lay and moan my name.”

"Hubby, I don't want it anymore. I'm tired, huhu," I cried and begged him. I am begging him because he will tease me until he gets what he wants. Then there was another one where he woke me up just for that matter. He will definitely find a way for us to do that.

I slapped his hand that was on my legs.

"Okay, I'll stop. Let's just cuddle wife," he said and hugged me.

"Wife," he called me. I closed my eyes and could no longer see his expression. He couldn't help himself. He's here and I'm going through his caressing.

"You really don't want to? Don't you miss me?" He said softly, "I miss you because you didn't talk to me earlier. You were cold and you were always hard on me"

I didn't answer. I want to sleep because I'm tired from the flight, and I'm even more tired from what we did. There is always exercise every night.

"Wife.. baby... One last round then we'll sleep," he huskily said in my ear. He won't stop to convince me that it's like he's giving me a sales talk.

I just felt him kiss me on the lips, and the fight was about to begin.

When I woke up the next morning, Nick was next to me and he was sound asleep while lying on his back, and hugging the pillow. I remembered before he stopped me this morning he was hugging me. He looks tired. I looked at the clock, and it was lunch time. Did we sleep that long? I want to sleep but I can't sleep anymore in this situation.

I yawned and stretched before entering the bathroom to take a shower. Luckily, Nick was still asleep because I rushed to the restroom completely naked. If he saw me like that, we might end up in a playful wrestle. He's so addicted to being playful, it's like he's a twenty-four-hour horny guy. Maybe even in his sleep, he's getting frisky with someone in his dreams. I wonder whose woman he's having a passionate encounter with in his dreams.