Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 47. Turned on.

Chapter 47: 47. Turned on.

Indeed, the twins were right, I can feel his voice deep inside my stomach. He’s singing jingle bells and my insides are actually jingling.

However, I don’t think what the twins were feeling is the same thing I’m feeling.

It is nothing as pure as the glee and joy they felt while sitting on his leg.

And unlike the twins who felt the tickling sensation in their belly and chest, I_ I’m feeling ticklish in a totally different area of my anatomy.

It’s an indecent feeling that I shouldn’t be having, especially not when I’m in the midst of the entire family, yet I can’t control my stupid body.

That tickle and tingle is happening in me too, but it’s somewhere between my legs and this is really embarrassing.

#Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh#

"Yayyyy!!!" The twins scream like crazy cheerleaders and the others laugh and applaud as Duke concludes his song.

"Y_yay, t_that was r_really fun" I stutter the words like a fool as I all but jump off his body, only to be pulled back down with an immediate effect.

"Huh!!" I gasp and my eyes open wider while my mouth instantly shut close once again out of utter shock!

And those that are not in my position would not know why I’m like this. They might think I’m just surprised by his sudden pull.

However, rather than be startled by the hand that pulled me, I am more shocked about the rock hard surface I landed on.

That is definitely not just his legs I’m sitting on!!!

Everyone is laughing, the twins are clapping and saying some gibberish and at that moment, he leans close to me, pressing his chest on my back and whispers, "Hide me for a minute, dearest."

Oh my goshhh!!!

I was right?! I was right?!!

I was right!

That extra hardness is not an extension of his thigh!! It’s a separate entity on its own!!

"What’s the rush, sister-in-law? That seat looks like it has your name written on it." Rey says.

"My words exactly." Emily says.

They have no idea what is going on beneath me right now! That’s why they can say these things!

If I stay like this, I’m going to die! I can’t, I can’t stay like this. I can’t stay like this not even for a billion dollar investment deal!

I just can’t.

I mean, what the heck triggered that?!

Why? Why did it have to—

Oh God have mercy, I’m dying of embarrassment here! I’m really dying!

"Daddy, do you yike cawwying mummy that much?" Shelly asks.

"Of course, son."

"See mummy, your not heavy. Daddy yikes cawwying you." Renny points out and I force out a laugh. I can’t even laugh properly for fear of that thing twitching beneath me.

"Her weight is just the amount of pressure I need."

"What doz that mean?" Shelly asks with his head tilted to the side.

"It means—" His hand around my waist tightens and pulls me closer to his body and I feel it! I feel it!! I can feel it more!!! Ahhhh! "I think I’ll be carrying your mummy like this from now on."

Ahhh! I can’t do this!

I can’t do it anymore! I give up!!!

I need to run! "Oh_ Oh, I like the pattern of this cushion pillow—" I pick up the cushion pillow next to me, because it’s the only escape route I see right now. "Duke why don’t we get something like this?" Without looking at him, I press the pillow on his chest, bolt up from his legs and slide the pillow down to rest on his crotch. That should hide him.

"Ah, I— I almost forgot, I need to_ to_ to _to make a phone call!" There’s no way I’m remaining on him as his shield.

With that lie, I run out of their midst and up the stairs.

"That’s a rather plain pillow if you ask me." I hear Alan say as I run.

"I don’t know, I kind of think there’s something special about the design though." Rey is saying.

"What are you saying? There’s literally nothing on it. It’s just a plain red pillow." Alan counters.

"Exactly, the nothingness makes it a fabulous design."

...

I try to take my mind off it. But who am I kidding? What was that? What was the meaning of that? Why did he do that? And why was he in that state?

"W_why did he make me feel it?" Oh gosh! I’m still so red. But damn, I_it was thick and so thick and so, so thick and erect...

"Oh my goddess, Champagne!!! What in the Christian world are you thinking?!"

I can’t believe myself! Was I really thinking that? Was I really thinking about his— his— "Oh Dear lord please help me get that thing out of my head. I beg you please. Please, please, please."

KNOCK*KNOCK*

"Young Mrs Grand, are you in there?"

Hmm! Duke? What does he want?!

I’m freaking out. I’m really freaking out. I’m pacing back and forth even when I don’t mean to. I’m biting my nails and twirling a strand of hair round my finger.

It’s not helping!

Seriously, why is he here? I’m barely calm after all that and he’s here now! I won’t answer. If I don’t answer he will just walk away, right? Right?!

"Pagne, I know you’re in there. I’m coming in."

No!! I’m screaming internally when in reality, I can’t even find my voice.

No, please don’t come in! Oh sweet Jesus, why did you throw such a wicked man my way?

The door opens and closes, and just by the smell of eucalyptus feeling the room, I know he’s really inside now.

And now I’m seated on the edge of the bed with a Bible in hand. I had borrowed this one from Emily. Thank God I did.

I’m trying to pretend that I’m focused on my Bible.

Yes, I’m reading my Bible. I have to be reading.

Uh-hun, I’m a good Christian girl, who doesn’t have dirty thoughts about_ a_about her husband’s third leg.

A sudden soft laugh fills the room and I’m tempted to lift my head and break my fake focus. But I remain steadfast. Duke won’t break me!

"Dearest," He purrs so sweetly into the air in a rather tempting manner. A portion of the bed sinks in as one of his knee presses into the bed near me. "Of you’re going to act like you’re reading," He sits himself down and closes the Bible in my hand. "At least remember to wear your glasses next time."

Damn it!!! I forgot I use glasses now.

"Were you that shocked?" Is that even a question? I still can’t bring myself to look at him. Heck, I feel twice embarrassed now that he caught me trying to fake read my Bible all in a bid to avoid him.

He takes the Bible from my hand and places it on the bedside shelf. "Sometimes—" his hand creeps over mine, "you act so innocent," his index finger walks up the length of my wrist to the tip of my middle finger, "almost like you really don’t know what you do to me."

"Duke, P_please," I say without even knowing what I’m begging for.

"It’s a crime to act too naive, Pagne." Maybe what I’m trying to beg for is that he shouldn’t pull me in any further. Considering the fact that I was the one who had asked for his permission to fall for him just some days ago, I should have been prepared for this, right?

That wandering finger wraps around one of mine, and in a heartbeat, his entire fingers lock with mine. "Don’t act so surprised that your husband is turned on by you."

I should have been prepared to be overwhelmed by his actions, right?

What was I expecting? That we would act like teenagers having a pure, innocent crush on each other? Hold hands and laugh naively?

Maybe.

Was I too naive to think that way?

"T_turned on?" I stutter the words, blushing foolishly as my entire system is slowly being set afire. "By me? But I didn’t even do anything."

"Oh, dearest." He slowly brings his other hand to my face and I have this feeling I should run, but my eyes are just so lost in his right now that I cannot think straight. I didn’t have a sip of alcohol and yet the way he purrs his words into the air is making me feel tipsy, like I’m very high.

"I get turned on just by watching you tie your hair up. I get turned on just by staring at you with your hair roughly tied up." With every word he says, he inches closer to my face. "I get turned on by the way your lashes flutter beneath your glasses," I can feel that hand that has slipped to my neck, pulling me closer to him. "I get turned on just by watching you focus on your work."

Oh dear God, this man you sent me is really not normal.

"Pagne,"

"Huh?"

"It’s wicked of you to act like you do not see how much I want to ravage every bit of your body." Lord help me, "Slowly," save me from this man, "tenderly," his lips are almost on mine and I’ve become weak all over, "and intimately."

Dear God, this isn’t going to end with a kiss, is it?