Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 85. Chicken and Cola

Chapter 85: 85. Chicken and Cola

Thanks to my coat and hand bag Duke was able to hide his, well, his needs. Let me just put it that way. He held my coat and handbag in front of him like he was just helping his dear wife carry them. No one would guess what the real reason was.

In that state of body, there was no way we could wait to discuss further with Pastor Nathan so we both ran out of the office explaining to Pastor Nathan that something urgent came up that needed to be attended to immediately.

If you look at it in a way, we didn’t lie. Something urgent really came up.

Pastor Nathan let us go, but not before telling Duke that he would like to have a longer chat with him some other time.

The twins were even more surprised and happy to see their daddy, and I thought we’d all be heading home, but then Duke told Alan and Gio to take the kids home because he had somewhere to go with me.

Of course both Shelly and Renny were not happy with the development, but when Duke told them Alan would be treating them to huge bowls of ice-cream, they literally climbed into their seats by themselves without further hesitation.

Alan took my car, since it had the twins seat installed in it while Duke and I used his own car.

At some point I must have fallen asleep in the car, because by the time I opened my eyes, we were at the beach house where we spent our Christmas. Just the two of us.

"Duke what are we doing here? Do you even have the keys?" I ask as he leads me by my hand towards the front door.

"You can be quite funny sometimes, dearest." He chuckles to himself.

"Well, isn’t it normal that I ask?" I shrug. "Where are we going now?" I ask as he doesn’t walk up tk the door, instead he’s walking around the house and pulling me along with him.

"To get the keys." He says as we reach the back of the house.

"Oh wow, the leaves are starting to show." I say as I see the many flower pots here with leaves that had dried up before are now showing green. The last time we were here, the pots were full of snow and most of the leaves were non-existent.

Duke walks over to one of the pots, lifts it up and voilà, he pulls out a key.

"How do you know which vase has a key under? There are so many vases." I say to myself because I know I would really forget.

"It’s easy to remember darling, it’s the vase on the second column and third row."

Second column, third row. I chant it again and again in my head like I plan to come and raid this house all on my own someday.

"So why are we here?" I ask, now that I know he does have the key. "Duke?" I ask and he just replies with a smug on his face as we walk back to the front of the house and he unlocks the door and pulls me in.

"Duke, what are we doing here? Do you maybe want to get something from here?" I ask as he finally lets go of my hand but his response is him locking the door.

"Why are— whoop!! Haha—" I exclaim gleefully and laugh as he suddenly scoops me off the ground and into his arms. Okay, I’ll admit, maybe I kinda, sorta know why we’re here.

"Duke what are you doing?" I giggle as he begins to move with me in his arms.

"Isn’t it obvious?" He asks, in that oh so delicious manner. "I want to have you."

Oh gosh I’m blushing like an idiot as I bury my face into his neck in embarrassment. "Then why did we have to come all the way here?" I talk into his shoulder.

"W_we could have do_done it at home." I say with my face still buried in his neck and my arms wrapped firmly around his shoulders.

"You hold back your moans when there are others in the house, even though the room’s soundproofing is solid." He says, so he noticed. Well, it’s not like I can keep screaming when the twins are downstairs, with Giovanni or Alan in the house. It’s embarrassing.

I mean, I know the soundproofing is solid, but I can’t help but wonder, what if it’s not as solid as we think?

"We could have gone to a nearby hotel, if that’s the case." I say with my face still hidden in his shoulder.

He opens a door and walks in with me still in his arms, gently he lays me down on the bed forcing me to look at his face.

Oh, I don’t need a mirror to tell that I am the color of a tomato right now. The heat I’m feeling on my face is enough to tell.

"Hotels, dearest," He purrs with his eyes looking straight into mine, then he leans in and places a kiss at the center of my collarbones, "don’t have the right atmosphere."

"Duke—"

"I’ve missed you." He croons into my neck, "You have no idea how hard it was for me to keep my hands off you." He kisses the line on which my necklace is.

"I_it couldn’t have been that hard." I say and he instantly brings his face in front of my own, I can see a wrinkle on his forehead and his eyes are squinted.

"You do know your words sound like gibberish right now." He says with such a serious expression that I can’t help but laugh and I wrap my hand around his neck and sigh.

"Do you really like me that much?" I ask and I see the wrinkles on his forehead instantly disappear as his gray eyes somewhat twinkles.

He leans in and kisses my forehead, "I love you that much and more."

"I’ve missed you too." I bite down on my bottom lip trying to hold back a smile. "So show me, show me how much you love me Duke. I like it when you show it to me." It’s okay to give this much away. It’s okay, because it’s Duke and he’s given me so much more.

He leans in for a kiss, "But—" I stop him, "I think we should hit the shower first. I’m feeling kinda itchy."

Is what I said.

...

But a few moments later...

"Duke! That is not even a word!! What the heck is spion? That’s not even a real word!" I scream at him. This man is a big liar and a cheat.

"Well then, go on and check the dictionary to see if I’m wrong, but don’t forget if you do, and I’m right, you lose one turn... Again."

So here’s what happened...

After taking a bath, yes, we only bathed, of course it was a playful bath, but nothing serious happened in the bathroom. I was hungry and he offered to order something for us to eat so while waiting for the fried chicken he ordered, I asked that we play a game of scrabble.

And so, we began the game of scrabble, and even after our order came we continued the game while chewing on fried, sauced chicken.

So we’re seated on the ground, with the scrabble between us, a big bottle of coca-cola and a huge box of fried chicken, sipping coke and soiling the scrabble board and tiles with oil.

"I," I lick my fingers one after the other, "I can bet a billion that I currently don’t have, that spion, is not a word!" I say and lift the big bottle of coke with my hand and gulp down a good amount before placing it back down.

"Well then check the dictionary," He shrugs and picks up the bottle of coke with one hand, "it’s right next to you." He smirks as he takes it to his mouth and I click my tongue and return my attention to the board.

Spion is not a word. It can’t be a word, what the heck is spion? But I already missed two turns checking the dictionary for words I didn’t know existed. I mean what the heck is GARN?! How is that even a word?! And PISMIRE, now tell me how is PISMIRE a word?!

I was so sure that PISMIRE and GARN were not words only for me to open the dictionary both times and find out that they were actually words, just obsolete.

Now he’s looking so nonchalant and calm spelling Spion, and I am damn sure there is nothing like Spion in the dictionary just like I was damn sure there was no PISMIRE and GARN.

Ahhhh!!! This is torture! "Pagne, you’re wasting too much time." He clicks his lips and picks up a chicken wing, "Decide on something." He says and I just eye him and then face the scrabble board again.

Wait, "You already had two chicken wings!!" I say.

"What?"

"This box," I tap on the box of chicken, "it contains two whole chickens! That means four wings and four laps, you already had two wings, the other two belong to me!" This wing thief!

"Wha—haha—What? Haha,"

"Drop it!" I say in a very fierce tone not caring about his charming laughing face. Why is this situation funny to him? "Duke, drop— that —wing!"

"Okay, okay, okay. I didn’t even know, I just picked it up." He says while still laughing and holding it.

"I don’t care, just drop my wing."

"Fine, I’ll drop it. I’m dropping it." He says and he’s doing slow motion with my wing and it’s really getting on my nerve.

"Meh! Make me." He says and all of a sudden he’s on his feet running with my wing!

I’m swelling, I’m puffing, I’m rising, I’m heaving, I’m steaming, and the lid has flown off my head, "DUKE! GET BACK HERE!!!"

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