Chapter 73: Chapter 73
Edith
"Edith....Edith, wake up princess, don't you remember you promised me today that you will come and help me with the selection of houses?"
"Go away..." I clutch the blanket which was covering me and push it over my head to arrest the sun rays falling on my face from the window.
"Sweet cakes, baby wake up, I will be late to the hospital if you continue to trouble me like this. I have three surgeries today. Poor souls, their lives now depend on your mercy." I hear Sandro's requesting voice.
"I do not want to go. I want to sleep. Make a selection of your own." I tell pushing Sandro's hand away that was caressing my cheeks. "Princess you are queen of my life as well for my house. If you don't select then who will select the one that would be the best house for us?"
I go instantly alert by his words and push away the blanket covering my face. "For us?" He clears his throat looking everywhere around the room but to meet my eyes. "Dr Allesandro Martin the house selection should be done when you are getting married by you and your wife." I tell him in smiles.
Till date I hadn't seen Allesandro blush. He turns his face to the side and scratches his head. "I'm getting married that's why I am asking you to help me with the selection, Princess."
All the mockery in my voice died down as I face him stopping dead on my tracks. Little did I know my joke was coming out to be true and wash the ground under my feet?
"Are you getting married?" He perceived my shocked countenance taking time and nods carefully with impeding smiles. What makes him smile when I'm dying here by the wounds he created?
Was it anger or hurtfulness for my defeat I did not know? Since the beginning I knew he wasn't made for me but today when I heard his confession about his wedding, a part of me died there. Why does it pain so much?
"I'm not feeling well." I tell him without meeting his eyes but he doesn't seem to care for my misery and on the contrary goes snickering. "I feel something burning. Jealousy I think?" He sniffs and smiles pulling my cheeks. I wanted to snatch the smile away from his lips.
"Oh come on Sweet Cakes, if you can get married why can't I? Do you want me to rot as a bachelor till the day I leave the world?" I try my best to subside my tears. No way was I ready to show my weakness to him when he doesn't want to take a note of my distress.
"Hurry up! Showing you the three houses and dropping you home would take me up to afternoon. After that I will go the hospital to do the surgeries." He tells me thoughtfully looking at his watch.
"If that is what is going to make you happy...then I will give you what you desire." I tell him going nonchalant on my facial expressions and walk out of the bed only to hear his soft chuckles behind me.
The next part of the day went with me choosing a house for his family. I know it sounds crazy. Why is he asking me to select when I'm the last person on earth to make decisions regarding his personal life? His wife for sure would call me a bitch when she comes to know the truth.
The first house was ten kilo meters away from the city. It was lavish with a heart shaped swimming pool two queen sized kitchens, a huge lawn and four bedrooms with attached bath.
The second house was in the city, a decent home with all the facilities like a shopping mart, grocery stores, medical and educational facilities within a range of two kilo meters.
The third house is neither too lavish like the first house nor too simple like the second. It was slightly in the outskirts of the city but well connected.
It had all the essential facilities like a modern kitchen, a good blue water swimming pool, a medium sized lawn for kids to play and four bedrooms for family get together.
I found the last house best among the three. His kids would be happy to play in the lawn. The house was sufficiently large to host parties in case of occasions. His wife would be happy to work in the well maintained modern kitchen if she prefers to stay a home manager.
The thought of him with another woman besides made my stomach churn but I know I had no right to comment or stop him from making the decisions pertaining his life.
It has been a month since I am with Sandro in his house. With the passing days my intimacy increased. I knew what I was doing is transgression but I couldn't avoid committing the offense. I was deeply in love with him - the man who could never be called as mine.
I do not know what happened to my marriage and I'm happy that no one from my family bothers me about it though I occasionally heard my father speak to Sandro about the wedding preparations.
Two days ago my father was discussing about the wedding cake. Why was dad asking Sandro his favourite cake flavour? He isn't the groom for my wedding?
Last month when Sandro confessed to me his love I was in a state of shock. I couldn't imagine even in my sleep that he would ever admit his love for me. But I am at the same time surprised. Why is he is heavily bent on getting me married when he loves me so much?
I was happy to note that he was in love with me the same way I love him and at the same time distressed that destiny's decision was different. I was getting married to someone else and Sandro would never be a part of my life.
The veracity that held me to the thunderbolt was when he put a ring on my finger. Why would he do that when I was going to be married to some other person? Why did he express his love to me in a situation when both of us knew we couldn't ever belong to each other?
Last week I went to my parent's house after the finish of my exams. As expected my father noticed the ring and asked me about it. But luck favoured me this time and I acted bold. "Sandro put this ring, daddy..." I confessed without a stutter.
My mother immediately came and hugged me. Wonders will never cease to occur in my house. What rooted me to the spot was my father's smile. "Great...I am happy to know about that Princess...." Has my family gone mad? I am shortly going to be bride. Somebody other than my groom gave me the ring which will cost a fortune and my family is happy about it. What is happening?
I told my dad that I wish to stay a few more days with Sandro. Generally when my dad sends me to place other than my brother's house he has hundred questions to make and thousand enquiries to be held but no sooner the name Sandro comes out of my lips he readily agrees.
There is some block missing in my head about this complex jigsaw puzzle but I'm soon going to find out about it.
My exams went very good. Sandro helped me in teaching the topics I wasn't perfect. Every day he would drop me at the exam centre and send his car with a driver to pick me up.
Though we did not complete the deed there is no place in my body that is untouched by Sandro and so is his body to me. "You are the enemy of my beauty sleep." I grunt and he slides out of covers off my body.
During the past month both of us have gone accustomed to sleep only in our undergarments. Sandro is a man with huge appetite, not about food but for sex. Whoever the lucky girl is I am already jealous of her. Thinking about the unbidden thought brings a halt to the beat of my heart.
He would wake up in the middle of the night pull me close to him and start moving his hands sporadically. His kisses are excellent full of passion like a God of making love.
"You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are right now." His voice went huskier with each passing word. He pinched the nipple over the lacy fabric of my bra forcing me to let out a huge moan. "I appreciate how responsive is your body to my touch."
"This is a sin Sandro that we are doing." I caution him. "I belong to someone else. Why are you making this more and more difficult to me?" I cry. He shook his head at me going gloomy and wipes away my tears. "I am sorry my love...if only you knew the truth.." He mutters softly rather more to himself but unfortunately I could hear him. "What?"
"I do not care about anything. All I want is to devour your body." Unclipping my bra he sucks on my nipples. I raise my upper body closer to him awarding him with a moan. "You see your traitors body is betraying you." He snickers. "Touch me more." I mewl like a cat dipped in lust and direct his fingers to my core. "You drive me fucking crazy and I can't control myself."
I dig my nails deep into his naked shoulders. "Faster and deeper Sandro..."The heat of his naked torso pressing into my body was getting me to flush. His fingers move inside me faster. "You are mine my love both by body and soul." He declares.
I climb on top of him manoeuvring him to the bed. Just as I was about to insert his manhood inside me, he pulls it away and hugs me tight. "I want you to stay a virgin till your wedding day, Princess. Believe me this is a situation in no way going easier for me either."
Sexual frustration rules upon me. "You are a powerless unavailing impotent. You can't satisfy your wife because you are not a man enough. That's why you rejected me." Words that I never imagined to come out withdrew my lips effortless.
The next moment I hear a violent sound and a sting on my cheek. Tugging back his pants in place Sandro walks out of the bed without sparing me a glance.
"You are an impotent. I will scream a hundred times. Go get married. I pity the girl for she can never have the physical gratification with you." I yell behind his departing form landing to soft sobs.