Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 33. A fetish.

Chapter 33: 33. A fetish.

Maybe I should not have said anything. No not maybe... I really should have just kept my mouth shut. Now he’s standing here bare-chested after having tossed the upper part off his attire out the window! Who does that! Who does that? And why is he doing this to me?

Better question is, what was I doing sitting here watching him slowly strip? I was literally dumbfounded! I watched him strip his suit and shirt off, and still on the table where he put me, I watched him toss them out the window and I remained seated till he walked back to me!!

Champagne! You had enough time to run! So why? Why did you sit here like an idiot expecting something?!

"Now Dearest, I have a question for you." Oh gosh, why is he talking like this!! It’s all too much. His voice, his eyes, his expressions and his body altogether is too much for me to handle!

"How did it feel?"

What? How did what feel? What is he talking about? Gosh I can’t even find my voice!

"Meeting your ex, I mean." Oh, that’s what he meant. "Seeing that that dumb cousin of yours accosted me in the restroom, I’m certain that scum of a bitch must have tried to talk to you, so tell me, how did it—"

"Ugh, don’t even get me started on that idiot." I begin to rant. "Can you imagine he had the nerve to approach me! He had the nerve to walk up to me and talk to me."

"The insolence."

"My word exactly!" I scoff. "At first I was ignoring him, of course, because I didn’t want to have anything to do with him. But then he went on and on about how he was certain I had been cheating on him with you, while I was still married to him! The effrontery of the cheater to accuse me

"The swine of a man."

"Oh he is worse than a swine. To think he was comparing himself to you! Making you sound dishonorable, I just couldn’t hold back anymore so I slapped him."

"You slapped him."

"Yes, and with my left hand too. And just so you know, my left hand packs a mightier punch than my right hand." I brag and he claps his hand.

"Wow, brilliant my darling. Well done." He praises me, and I suddenly feel like a little girl proud of receiving praise for a job well done and I’m giggling like a fool.

"I can’t believe you stood up for me." He says and my giggling slowly reduces.

"Why did you put it like that? It was just that he was talking nonsense and—"

"And you hated hearing him talk nonsense about me, so you slapped him in the face. In simple terms dearest," He brings a hand to rest beside my thigh and the other reaches up to my face, caressing my cheek with his fingers, "you fought for me."

"I didn’t practically fight, I just—"

"But I’m more glad about the fact that you’re fine even after seeing him today." That’s true, I’m better than I thought I’d be. In fact, if he didn’t bring him up, I totally forgot I met Rowan tonight.

"It’s all thanks to you." Truly, if not for him, I wonder what my life would have been like by now. If he hadn’t offered me marriage, if he had just walked away after saving my life that day, I’d probably be trying to put pieces of my life together now. Can I ever thank him enough?

"You know, apart from God and grandpa, I never had anyone to depend on. I’ve always had to fight my own life battles and truth be told, it wasn’t ever easy. It was never easy but if I had to, I would have started all over again, I would have started from scratch and God help me, it would have been the hardest of all the battles I’d faced, but then there was you."

"Pagne,"

"You who saved me, pulled me out of my misery and agreed to help me even though you know how broken I am. You who chose to make me the mother of your precious children even though you already knew how messed up my life was."

"Pagne your—"

"Duke—" I touch his hand that is resting at my side and I watch his eyes grow wide at the mention of his name, "Thank you. For giving me a smooth entrance as I start all over again... Thank you for helping make the start of my sail smooth and easy. I know thank you can never suffice for the amount of help you’re giving to me, but I must say thank you."

I stretch myself till my face is side by side with his, and I place a kiss by the side of his face.

If the lights were on, I’d say he flushed. But unfortunately, I can’t tell for sure, all I can do is stare back at his eyes that are wide open.

"Urghh!" He groans, bringing his head to rest on my shoulder. "When you talk so sweetly and give me such an innocent kiss as a thank you gift, what am I supposed to do? What does that make me?" He mumbles into my shoulder.

"I feel like the bad guy for wanting to ravage the innocence in you." His words make me blush and smile meekly.

"Rest, Dearest." He whispers and returns my kiss with one on my forehead. "I’ll see you in the morning." He pulls away from me and walks towards the door.

As he reaches the door about open it, he pauses and calls, "Dearest,"

"Yes?" I respond without reasoning or hesitation to the name that I am quickly coming to get used to.

"Did you really not know?" He asks. He asked me the same question before we left for the party. What could he be talking about?

"Kn_know what?" I stutter.

"That I’ve got a fetish." My eyes open wide in amusement. What is he suddenly talking about?

"A fetish for translucent stockings. Especially black ones with lace mid-thigh, suspenders and a garter." Gosh I almost forgot he is insane! "Just like the one you’re wearing right now."

"What!" I’m so red! I am so so red, how does he know that?! How does he know I’m wearing the kinds of stockings that are held up with suspenders and have a garter!

"Sweet dreams, Dearest." He says as he finally opens the door, "I’ll see you in the morning." And he walks out.

Dear God help me, this man is driving me insane!!!