Chapter 27: Chapter 27

: kissing her scars

Pamela

I woke up to his hands on my waist and his shallow breaths fanned my neck. The rise and fall of his chest truly sinus in rhythm; it lub and dup sound alongside his arms that caged my waist gave me a sense of security.

As i raised my head from his chest and studied his features, he looked so beautiful and peaceful. His eyebrow looked threaded together, well arranged so full with long lashes that fanned high cheekbones. I had the insane urge to kiss him, and so I moved forward and gently placed my lips on it. This tiny touch sparked a fire in my belly.

O boy! I'm in hot soup.

In response to my touch he groaned and pulled me closer into his arms.

"Good morning love" kissing my forehead and whispering a word of prayer on it.

I felt so shy and mushy, and buried my head back in his chest as my answering reply.

How come he looks like he just stepped straight out of a modeling shoot for dreamy princes!

"Did you sleep well?" He asked pulling off my satin bonnet that covered my hair and playing with it.

I nodded in response and bit his chest.

"Why now?" Chuckling at my reaction. I raised my head to his and kissed him; at first his initial shock did not let him respond properly but afterwards he was kissing me like the way i dreamt. Soft and deep at the same time, intimate with emotions flowing without words. I don't know how long we stayed like that kissing, breaking apart and kissing again.

His lips shifted to my neck making slow, purposeful bites and kisses with the promise of something more. As he moved down the shrill ringtone of his mobile phone, dragged us out of our hazy lust.

"Ignore it" he whispered harshly breathing heavily.

We both did and continued our passion frenzy with each caress, each bite more sexual than the previous and more intense. The incessant ringtone broke us apart and he put the phone in his ear.

"Nina! What is it?"

Just like that one name four words and a cold blanket doused all my feelings, with righteous anger. I moved to get up and his hand pulled me back curving more firmly on my waist. As he spoke into the phone.

"Please stay" he begged giving me the puppy eyes, and a wicked thought crossed my mind, its something have seen only in movies but didn't think I'll ever be able to pull it off.

I looked sultrily through my eyes, inched my head towards his neck and kissed, i sucked on the part before me. His sharp intake of breath and inability to coordinate his speech correctly made me smirk in victory.

This seductive stuff is not hard sef.

The wicked glint in his eyes made me know I way playing with fire, he ended the call abruptly and he pulled me on top and the battle for sexual dominance began. I felt his fingers brush under my night dress on top of my scars, where Matt hit me, I stilled as a familiar shame crept up on me.

What will he think of it when he sees it, see how truly flawed I am.

I went rigid on top of him and he noticed. "Mine was it?" He asked worriedly pulling us to a sitting position.

"Nothing" turning my back to him and made to get up. The posture gave him better view of what I tried to hide,and before i could stand up he held me down and pulled at the straps of my nightie pulling it down making it pool at my waist, everything from waist up was stark naked to him.

Once again in my life, I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me.

I tried to get up, and he held me down. "Please don't" he said to my futile attempts, then i felt it little butterfly kisses and caress on each scar, and tears flowed down my eyes I couldn't stop crying just the sane way he didn't stop kissing.

With the right person each scar can be an armor or cloak, as each kiss turned my scar into beauty marks i felt loved, cherished and whole. Its truly possible to fall in love with some one more each day.

I fell back into his arms, and it may not have been my wedding night but it still felt like heaven as we rode on the wings of desire into the place of pure bliss.

*******

I woke up to brunch spread in a giant tray beside me. Okay so my king knows how to get into his queens heart. Good food!

We ate together and made a giant mess of both the bed and our selves, took a shower together after much insistence on his part and feigned protest from mine now here we sat on the patio replying calls, texts and emails from family and friends.

"Nina, what is it that cant wait" he spoke into the phone.

As I could only hear one side of the conversation I tried not to be irritated much in how many times she has called him today including earlier when we were in the groove.

"Okay calm down and wait for me I'm coming" he spoke again.

Gbam! I am fully irritated, angry and jealous.

"Please be patient okay. I'm coming now" getting up from our cozy position.

Hell no! There is no way in hell, my husband is leaving me on my first day as a married woman to be with her.

"Where are you going?" I asked trying hard not to allow my anger and frustration into my speech but failing miserably.

"Baby, something is going on with Nee, she sounded so upset and was crying over the phone I'll just give over there quickly and make sure she is alright. I wont be long I promise" worry lines etching into his beautiful face.

"No way Ayomide! There is no way you are leaving me in my first day as a married woman to be with her. I don't care what is wrong, must you go. Are you the only one she has?" Angrily.

"Yes, I am the only one she has. Look baby I know how crazy it must seem for you right now, but I wont even take long. Please okay" Putting black jeans and tee hurriedly.

"You're going to go whether I want you to or not right?" I asked anger and jealousy coursing through me like a fire.

He had the Bentley's key in his hand and he scratched his head with it looking down and refusing to answer the question.

We stood in silence for few seconds and then I said "Go to her then she's your obvious choice."  I left the bedroom to the sitting room picking up the TV remote, I knew when he entered and kissed my cheek before he left but I said nothing.

The moment he left I felt sad for fighting with him over it, sad because even after marriage when it comes to Nina there is no saying NO she is always a choice, lonely here I was in my home first time truly away from my family in a strange town; Lagos was not yet home to me.

****

3 hours later without his return, no reply to any of the texts I sent, or even a call from him and the clock in the well furnished sitting room clock 7pm, I got up and entered the kitchen.

The kitchen was painted brown and cream in beautiful shades, marble countertops, back drops of the sun was painted beautifully in a mural and covered the ceiling. The entire house was of style, taste and money although he said I could redecorate there was nothing to do here. Aprons hung on a rack at one end with the inscriptions "kiss the chef" boldly written.

The kitchen was fully stocked with all equipments necessary and foodstuffs. I pulled out a chocolate chips flavor ice cream and munched at it.

At least food never leaves you, stuffing my mouth with the cold delicacy. I wondered what to cook for him, well I love to eat more than cook but I got my magic touch still.

I pulled out ingredients for jollof rice and peppered meat. My phone chimed with notification of a new message.

Hot ceo_ I wont be around for dinner dont wait up for me. The refrigerator is stocked, or order. I'll explain everything when I come home.

Thats it! No sorry for not replying any previous text or even I love you attached to it. I hissed loudly dinner plans canceled not even ice cream can put me in the mood. I went up to take a quick shower and pulled the duvet to my chin, as angry stubborn tears bristled beneath my eyelid.

My day just went from floating i cloud nine to cloud zero