Chapter 54: Chapter 54

I  swept the dust particles on the floor, ensuring that not even a single dirt would leave. I kneeled, peeking below the couch, looking for any object that was left behind. I grinned when I noticed the floor was spotless. It seems like my work here is done. I was about to go up when I felt a strong pair of hands wrapped around my waist, and something was poking at my butt hole. I gasped, unable to control my breath, then glanced behind me, only to see Ethan sniggering devilishly. He wiggled his eyebrows.

"It's too early, wife. We can continue later on our bed-"

I slapped his hands away, making him grunt in pain. He bit on his knuckles when I stood up. My eyes are shooting daggers. If looks could kill, he would be dead now on his spot. Well, not that I want that to happen. It's just that he had me all night. Isn't that enough to fulfill him? God, even the thing between my thighs wanted to get rid of me.

"Aw! What was that for?" he was enraged, alright. But when our eyes met, he suddenly went hushed.

"Ethan, my body is tired, and I don't have the energy to do it. If you could just help me with cleaning this place." I scolded him while signaling the entire apartment. I have been all morning trying to groom this place. I don't know what came to me. I suddenly wanted to become productive.

Or I have my personal reasons why I'm making myself so busy and don't want to get out. I sighed when I recalled the fuss the last day. It was so humiliating I didn't dare to face them. If I could just open the entrance to hell, I would go without a doubt.

"I did help you. I was dutied to the toilet," he argued while pursing his lips. He stood up and then caressed my shoulder, trying to ease the tension in my system. He guided me to the couch to sit. I rested my head and then stared at the ceiling for minutes. Ethan was quiet beside. I could see in my peripheral view he was eyeing me.

"What's wrong, love? You looked overwrought again." he thrust a few hair strands behind my ears. I let out a weighty soughed then crossed my arms. I massaged my temples, and he put down my hands and took care of the rest.

"Well, I was just thinking of what happened. I don't know if I dare to set feet on that area. Probably, everyone saw how I acted, and they might think I was possessive. They don't know that it was Criselda who dared us." I mumbled, then slowly glanced at him to my side, to which he just nodded his head, eagerly listening to my diatribe.

"I'm sorry about it, dear. I was just-"

"Hey, you shouldn't worry a thing. I understand entirely. Honestly, I was doing what you wanted me to do even though I desired to strangle her."

He leaned on my shoulder, then he suddenly grabbed my right breast, which earned a whimper. He massaged it, but not in a sexual way. It's as if it was his stress toy. I rolled my eyes but let him do what he enjoyed. He looks up at me, flaunting his long lashes.

"I'm sorry if I made you envious, which is not my intention, my love," he murmured, almost to himself, but I heard him. I stroke his hair, smiling to myself.

I can't blame him. It was partly my fault for forcing him to communicate with others and treat them like ordinary beings, not his victim. Since we just got here, he can't expose his image, and he must have noted that I was under pressure to try to ease his other form.

"It's okay, I understand. Just know your limitation next time. You can talk to other people, engage with them, and have an everyday life. I want you to experience what they deprived you of, Ethan."

He didn't say anything as he was just listening to my explanation. I inhaled in surprise when he wrapped his arms around my waist, then sank his face between my breast. He inhaled my scent, then whispered.

"I'm lucky to have a partner like you." his voice was soothing and calm. He lifted his face, leveling to mine and trying to catch my lips. I shut my eyes, tasting his sweet, delectable lips consuming abundance. I parted my lips, giving him easy access. He went on top of me and pinned my arms. He was about to get in action when I discomforted and pushed him away.

"What happened? Did I hurt you? Hey, I am not that heavy, you know-"

"No, no. It's not you." I shook my head and then looked down at my belly. It was aching. I tried to move, but it got worse with every muscle I made. I closed my eyes firmly, clenching on the couch. Oh god, what happened to me?

"Oh shit, you're bleeding."

"What?" I looked at him, only to find him darting down at the couch. I followed his gaze to see the blood leaking from my pajamas.

Oh, now I understand why.

"I have-ETHAN!"

I yelled when he enveloped his arms around my legs and lifted me up from the couch. He was tensed and looked panicked. He was about to kick the door open when I stopped him.

"Where are we going?!" I confronted him, blocking my arms on the knob. He moved his jaw, looking at me like a sick woman.

"Are you out of your mind? Of course, to the hospital!"

"What?" I was taken aback. I blinked multiple times before realizing what he wanted to happen. I giggled, then clutched my stomach, processing what was going on. Ethan was confused while he was watching me. He clicks his tongue, looking offended.

"Is there something I need to know?" he controlled his temper, which made me roar in so much laughter. I rested my hand on his chest, wiping off the tears.

"Ethan, I have a period," I told him. His eyebrows furrowed, then he tilted his head to the side. He raised his brow.

"What is a period?"

That's when I stopped. My jaw dropped to the ground. I blinked, observing if what he said was true, but I was wrong because he looked solemn. I gulped then my cheeks burned. I just realized he didn't know what period was because of his childhood trauma.

"Oh," was all I reacted, followed by a long, deafening silence. No one dared to say a word between us. I lowered my head, looking at his veiny arms.

I don't know what to say to him or explain. I can sense his curiosity to know what it is. I gulped the lump in my throat, then looked at him sideways.

"Can you please bring me down so we can discuss this?" I asked him nicely, and he went to the couch without saying anything.

I breathed in, calming my nerves while watching him looking so eager to listen. That's when I started to explain to him everything.

He was nodding from time to time, almost taking notes in his head. It took me half an hour before I stopped talking, anticipating his reaction. He clicked his tongue and then looked down at my private area. I remembered that my period was leaking, and I needed to get some pads. I stood up, but he held me on my pulse.

"I don't understand the process of this womanhood you're suffering right now, but." he guided me to rest on the couch, then stood up, taking my place. He placed his hands on my shoulders, tapping on them slightly. He leaned his face towards my forehead, leaving a gentle, light kiss.

"Let me serve you, my queen. Do you need something to cover that up to somehow helped the blood flow more accurately?"

I was out of words when he watched me under his tantalizing gaze, making my inner demons fragile. I was breathless when I glanced at my hands, slightly playing with my fingers. I don't know how to react. I mean, this is too much for me to handle. His sweet words are palliative to listen as if he was setting me into another universe free from society's ruling.

I nodded my head, then peeked at him, only to see him watching me. The hair was falling on his eyes, covering his left vision. His flimsy red lips were slightly opened, and his thick satanic brows raised, anticipating for me to say something. He doesn't have any idea how tumultuous my heart is right now. As if I was blown away by a brief impulse of the wind, causing me to stumble.

"Okay, stay here and wait for me. I'll be back, okay? I will look for some pads or tampons."

When he mentioned those things, my cheeks reddened like a tomato, and he saw this. He smiled and then pinched my cheek. I slapped his hands away because it hurt somehow. He played with my hair playfully, then a sensual smirk before standing straight and leaving the room.

"I'll bring you something you're favorite. I'll be quick. Closed the doors and locked them, okay? When I knock three times, that's your queue to open it." he gestured for the door locks, and I nodded. I wave my hand, shooing him away like a rascal.

"Go on, I'll be here." I let out an amiable smile, which earned a grunt from him. I was curious, but I was stunned to see him blushing when I saw his face.

"You really have a lovely smile." he shook his head and then closed the door, embarrassed. I heard his heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway. I shrugged, chuckling because my husband is cheesy, then stood up. I need to cleanse myself first. Fortunately, the bleeding was not so inadequate, so I didn't have to worry when I changed my underwear.

I went to the toilet and then washed. When I got out, I anticipated Ethan would be here since he had been out for a while now, but he hasn't come back yet. I guess he was having a hard time looking for some pads or tampons.

The thought of him getting a tampon in the middle of an aisle where the area is for women only makes me chortle. I bet he was ashamed and probably looking for the right size to buy.

I sighed and then looked at the window, watching the sun slowly setting down. My smile slowly vanished when I looked at the wall clock. It's been four hours since he went out. I don't want to overthink things, but I hope he's doing well.

I tried to calm my nerves, pacing back and forth in front of the door, waiting for him. I bit my nails, then stopped because my cramps struck. I yelped and whimpered, crawling on the floor while clutching my belly. Oh god, it hurts so much I can't stand up appropriately. I bit my bottom lip, fighting the pain as the blood gushed down my thighs.

"What's taking you so long, Ethan?" I looked at the wall clock, only to see him gone for six hours. I couldn't help but feel nervous. This isn't normal, and I think something happened to him. I mean, he should have been here hours ago. I know buying wouldn't make him break a sweat.

"Ethan, please, where are you?" every second feels heavy and pointless. I breathed in and out, calming my senses, then walked to the door. I'm going to look for him. What if someone has found out about his identity? What if the police had trailed us and now they located him?

Oh god, I shook my head, clearing these thoughts. Calm down, Natasha. Overthinking and hyperventilating won't help you. You need to clear your mind first. I closed my eyes, took up some intrepidity then went out of the room.

I slowly strolled down the stairs. I looked to my left and right as if I felt like someone was watching me. The place was seemingly quiet. I was not used to it. The only noise I was hearing was the beat of my heart. However, I listened to a whine. It was coming from downstairs. My eyebrows furrowed, and without apparent reasons, I clenched my hand and then silently followed where the noise was.

I gulped the lump in my throat, scared to get caught. I looked behind me, searching if someone was following me. When the coast is clear, I let out a sigh of relief. At least I am convinced to creep where the bluster is coming from.

"Oh!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. The voice was familiar. I can feel the cold running down my spine, making me hard to process what's happening to my surroundings. I know that voice.

Something transpired in my head, but I pushed away from the thought. I know he wouldn't do something like that.

I carefully walked towards the sounds. It was getting more audible, and the deep puffs were echoing. I stopped in my tracks when I saw who it was. My jaw drops, along with my heart is pierced by something sharp. I shook my head violently and then took a step back.

The bareback, the hair, the movement...Criselda's eyes were on the ceiling, her lips were opened so wide, she was relishing it so much.

"OH! You're so good!"

N-no...

I didn't realize I had broken something behind me. Before I could reach out on it, the vase fell to the ground. Its pieces were scattered on the floor.

They both stopped, then looked in my way. His eyes widened in fear when he saw my pale face. Criselda covered her intimate parts, lowering her eyesight to the bottom, but I saw her grinning mischievously.

"W-what's the meaning of this?" pain was evident in my tone.

"Natasha..." he tried to take my hand, but I slapped his hands away. I pursed my lips, controlling my emotions not to burst out.

"I can explain-"

"You don't have to explain everything, Ajax."

We looked at Criselda, who stood up and then walked up to me. I was paralyzed in my spot, holding on for my dear life not to collapse.

"We both enjoyed it anyway."