Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Angelica

I groan in pain holding my head and run my hand on Mr Snuggles bringing him closer to me. “Come to me Mr Snuggles.” I whisper to him still holding my eyes close. Mr Snuggles, who was always as soft as wool, doesn’t feel the same anymore. In other words he felt hard and muscular and what was more startling was, I now hear him chuckle.

I open my eyes in complete fear and found the most unwanted person in front of me. “Had a nice sleep, sweetheart?” He asks me still holding up the smile. “By the way who is this Mr Snuggles?” I give him my poker face. “Mr Snuggles is my teddy bear with whom I sleep every night. My dad gifted him to me on my 10th birthday.” Augustus bursts into a fit of laughter holding his stomach. “What more surprises are you going to give me cup cake? Is your rest of the room filled with Barbie dolls and soft toys?” I grind my teeth and answer him in growing angst. “That is none of your business.” He pulls my cheek still unable to control his titters. “So my guess is correct.”

I pull myself out of the comforter and ask him chattering my teeth. “Why are you in my bedroom?” He instantly becomes serious. “Look around and find your answer.” My eyes scan the features of an unfamiliar room. “You are in my house and in my bedroom. Last night you were drunk. My friend called me. Had I not been on time you would have....” He trailed off looking at me angrily. “I told you never to mess yourself with alcohol. Why would you always rub me on the wrong side?” He asks me getting irritated.

Getting out of the bed he turns back and gives me one final glance. “Martha will be here and will give you some medicine to heal that headache.” He points to my face with his finger. “We will be going out to final our marriage venue and proceed for tasting the cake.” He takes two steps ahead and then turns back again. “That closet is full of women’s clothing. Find a dress of your choice and get ready within next half an hour.” He points to a large door across my bed. I look at the door and then my eyes land on the night suit I was putting on. My eyes go scary in seconds. “Did you....?”

He did not let me finish. “I changed your clothes yesterday. You puked your guts out and got your dress dirty. I had no other choice as the maids in the house had already retired from their day’s work. It was almost mid-night.” I nod my head in understanding. So yesterday night he saw me naked. Oh holy mother of Gods how did I mess myself so much? I groan covering my face with my hands. Thank goodness, he was already gone by then. I took a few steps towards the walk-in closet and open the closed door.

My eyes flutter open like thousand watt tube light. The first of the shelves were dresses suiting every occasion, formal, casual, night wear and even long and short ball gowns. I let out a soft gasp. Are these the dresses of the number of women he fucked in the past? Calm down Angelica, you don’t have any control on your thoughts. He already made it clear to you that he no longer entertains women. Have a grip on your emotions and you can settle down your queries with him in a smooth manner. My sanity was prompt in its implications.

I open the next of the shelves and my jaw drops open. Revealing itself were corsets, see through lingeries, lacy bras, garters and garter belts, body stockings, sexy hosieries and many more. This man is full of coquettishness. Well, with the amount of women he fucked he surely has got a lot of experience in fixing the best of woman’s lingerie.

I go to the next shelf, this time preparing myself to get through the next hiccup smoothly. Surprising me were footwear of different varieties. I took a deep breath. This is going to be a long conversation with Augustus.

On one side of the shelf were towels neatly lined up. I took a steaming shower and came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped on my head and another covering my body. The body wash smelled excellent with a combination of jasmine and roses. There were other varieties too which I am yet to try. Coming out of the closet, I took a note of the tablets sitting on the night stand with a glass of water. I quickly gulped the medicine and settled in a blue sundress with pink flowers on it. I put on matching flip flops with a light make-up running on my face and got down the stairs.

Seated on the dining table was Augustus, who felt like a Greek God. He was in his casual wear, a pair of blue denims and a grey T.shirt with a jacket unlike his usual business suits. He was busy reading a news paper. Ones I was seated at one of the chairs of the dining table, he set the news paper aside and greeted me with a smile.

“Martha set the table ready.” He calls for her and within a few seconds the dining room was enveloped with the mouth water aroma of pancakes, chocolate cookies, fried eggs, bacon and black pudding. My stomach started growling getting me instantly hungry looking at the tasty dishes. After a few minutes both of us were ready for our day’s outing.

The drive to our destination was quite except for the playing stereo in the car. After a few minutes Augustus began to speak in his almost calm voice. “Why were you wearing such a revealing dress to the pub yesterday? That plunging neck line, your cleavage was under a total display.” He stresses the last two words in complete disdain. I take a heavy gulp fearing about his outrage and at the same time irritated with his unnecessary interference. “Whatever I do before marriage is none of your business.” I tell him nonchalantly. “Is it?” His voice rises in a repulse. “You are still my fiancée and I don’t want people to look at what is mine.” I hold my jaw tight and turn my face to look outside the window to calm my revolting heart.

After a few moments of calmness in the car he continues to speak. “You can choose your favourite flavour for the cake.” He gives me a slight smile but I snap at him. “You can have your choice any how this marriage is only a deal for me.” He gives me a repelling look. “Why have you to remind me about the deal time and over again?”

I fiddle with my fingers and ask him with a slight hesitation. “Those clothes in the closet, do they belong to your flings .....” He immediately turns to me furious. “No and before you complete that sentence I want you to know. All those dresses are handpicked by me especially for you when I travelled to different countries on business tours. That is why all of them are of same size which includes even your under garments. Now don’t push this subject further.” He warns me and gets out of the car.

I look outside and find us in front of a beautiful church. The door was already open with him beside it waiting for me to get down.

Augustus

She snuggles more into me running her hand on my hairy chest. Her angelic blue eyes were closed and her lips slowly turn to a smile. She was enjoying my skin under her hand and I was doing the same. Sleeping with her brought in me the calmness which I had missed for years. I had the best sleep after a long time. Looking down at her she was mumbling about somebody called Mr Snuggles and when asked I got the most unexpected reply. My sleeping little wife is so cute and pretty. Inside her is a hidden small girl whom I love to cherish all my life.

But the moment her eyes landed on her attire everything about yesterday night snapped ones again inside me and I was in rage. For ones can’t she listen to me? I get out of the bed before hurting her with my words and inform her to get ready for today’s events.

I tell my cook about her favourite cuisine and wait for her at the dining table reading a newspaper. Looking at her getting down the stairs, I couldn’t take my eyes away from her. She looked, the prettiest woman on earth. Her scent filled the room inviting in me ones again the carnal instincts I tried to bury in my heart all night while she was snuggling more into me. It wasn’t easy. My little friend was going all the more crazy begging me for a release. I had to jerk off five times in the bathroom and now seeing her in front of me I had returned back to the same state.

Holding myself behind the news paper I try to calm my racing heart. Oh God how much I want to pull her against me and kiss her senseless. She was sipping the orange juice from the glass and my vision diverts to her pink lips. Licking my rims I finish my breakfast making slight chat with her and try to divert my mind from this crazy shit.

We finish finalising the venue for our grand wedding and cake tasting and it was the time to drop her home, I thought in vanquish. Just a few days more and she will be completely mine. With that thought, I pulled her to one of the corners of my bedroom and smashed my lips on hers. She gasped at the sudden contact and I made use of the opportunity to push my tongue into her mouth. My hand moved on her sides gripping her waist and the other was resting on her cheek angling her head to deepen the kiss. She shudders under my touch igniting in me the lecherous pleasures. My hand moves down from her slim waist to grip her hips. She moans under my caresses and moves her hand on my chest reaching at the back of my neck and to grip my hairs. I explore every part of her slim body with my calloused hands and release her. “Oliver will drop you home. Sleep tight sweet heart.” I tell her pulsating and plant a kiss on her forehead and leave the room immediately before I do the irreparable act with her.