Chapter 14 – Adrik
The sound of her sweet moans echoed in my mind: “Oh, yes, Adrik….”
I was in my office that morning, unable to focus on work because my wife was living rent-free in my head. The more I tried to concentrate on the laptop in front of me, the more the images of her face flashed in my mind.
She was sweeter than I thought—wetter and slipperier. Everything about her was desirable: her moans, her body, her smooth skin, and her expressions.
Sure, I’d had many other women before, but she was different. With the others, it had always just been random sex and hard fucks. Nothing serious. However, with Emika, it was lovemaking.
For some weird reason, I wanted to impress her, to leave a lasting mark on her soul. Since it was her first time, I wanted to make it as memorable as possible.
And in all honesty, I never expected to enjoy it as much as I did. This was because, in my experience, inexperienced folks in any area of life always flopped on their first job.
Not this one. Not my Emi.
As I sat in my chair with a smug smirk on my lips, I recalled the whole scene from last night. There was no way I was going to forget that in a hurry. It was almost like the taste of her juice still lingered on my tongue, and I loved it.
The more I remembered the sound of her moans, the harder my cock grew in my pants. For a virgin, she was a fast learner and an excellent kisser. My heart skipped a beat after reminiscing on the first sight of her naked body.
I hadn’t planned on getting attached to her, but from the look of things, it was obvious I was. Before now, I thought I was just lusting after her body. I thought that perhaps after I tasted her, I’d find her less attractive.
Wrong.
In fact, I found her even more attractive now. After tasting and exploring her body, I wasn’t sure I was willing to find pleasure outside my marriage anymore. Emika had it all: beauty, brains, compassion, the goodness I lacked, and a body that was starting to drive me crazy.
What else could I possibly want?
My eyes flicked toward the new desk across from mine. I had it made specially for her. As my PA, she’d been working on the couch and a small table in my office. It was inconvenient, but she never complained.
I thought of surprising her with this new desk and was anticipating the look on her face. I’d also bought her a set of new designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. I wasn’t sure why I decided to take this route to please her, but I simply couldn’t stop myself.
I just wanted to make her happy.
Perhaps the high walls I’d built around my stone-cold heart were starting to crack. I should hate it and try to stick to the script. Yet it seemed almost impossible.
Emika made me feel something foreign, something I wasn’t used to, and it felt good. It felt right. Sort of. Like poison, this woman was slowly coursing through my system, cracking all my walls.
She should be proud of herself because no woman had ever attempted what she just pulled off without even trying so hard.
Something that was supposed to be a moment of weakness—a one-time thing—was gradually turning into a freaking obsession.
The door creaked open, and she quietly walked in. Her head was lowered when she closed it behind her, her dark auburn hair tied up into a neat bun.
This was the first time we’d be working together after the sex, and the tension in the air was palpable. I could feel her unease from across the room, and for some reason, my pulse quickened.
She turned around, pressing some files against her chest. Her black pencil skirt revealed the delicate curve of her waist—a detail I hadn’t noticed before. The scent of her perfume enveloped the air, reminding me of the magic of last night.
She always favored flats over heels, but today, she decided to look a bit different. No wonder she seemed inches taller. I recognized that pair on her feet because I bought them myself.
The diamond bracelet and necklace she wore were also part of the gifts I’d sent to her room. These small details transformed her overall look, making her more sophisticated and elegant.
“Hi,” she greeted me, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Hi.”
She halted before my table, unable to look me in the eyes. “So, um….” She cleared her throat, her head slightly lowered. “Thank you for the gifts. But you really didn’t have to spend so much.”
I reclined in my chair, then glanced at her feet. “I made you look a little taller. You should be grateful,” I teased, suppressing the smirk at the corners of my mouth.
She pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing at my words. “You just had to be a douche, didn’t you?”
“Well, I’m not wrong,” I answered, my expression softer than it’d ever been on a Monday morning. “You usually aren’t this tall.”
A quiet chuckle fell from her lips. “I didn’t realize the gifts came with another package: insults.”
“It isn’t an insult if it’s true.”
“Okay, so what? I’m small. Sue me.” Her eyes lit up with mirth, her smile bright as the rising sun.
She was gorgeous.
I laughed.
I actually laughed.
It felt weird. It felt strange.
But it also felt good.
We stared into each other’s eyes for the next few moments. Her innocence and the softness of her expression melted my stony heart. I couldn’t understand what she was doing to me, and I didn’t have any control over it. None whatsoever.
Although neither of us mentioned what had happened last night, it was obvious that we were both thinking about it.
She broke eye contact when her gaze shifted to the desk a few paces away from mine. “I knew something was different in here; I just didn’t notice it.” She headed over to the table.
I rose from my seat, a hand in my pocket and my gaze unwavering.
Her brows arched in surprise as she turned to me again, grinning. “Wait, is this mine? She tapped the mahogany table. “‘Cause it has my name on it.” She gestured at the nameplate.
“I don’t wanna be responsible for your lower back pain, so…” I replied, my voice trailing off into silence.
She paused, gratitude flickering in her eyes. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re starting to grow a heart.”
My lips curved into a faint, mischievous grin. “I guess it’s a good thing that you know better.”
Again, silence.
“Thank you, anyway,” she said, her voice laced with sincerity. “It means a lot.”
I gave a curt nod.
She took her eyes off me for a second, her manicured nails scratching the back of her head. “With this barrage of gifts and very pleasant surprises, I highly doubt anything else will shock me today.”
She had no idea.
I stepped forward, my expression soft but serious. “Move into my bedroom.”
She froze for a moment, her brows slowly rising in disbelief. “Okay, I take it back. I am shocked.”
“I mean, we’re married, so I figured we might as well share the same bed,” I answered.
She looked confused and surprised at the same time.
“Plus, being closer to me guarantees your safety,” I added. “And in case you haven’t noticed, that’s my priority as your husband.”
She was quiet, staring at me like she was weighing her options. “Hmm. That’s quite a deal you’re offering,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving my face.
“As a businessman, I can tell you that it is a pretty good deal.”
She pressed her lips together, as if trying to conceal the smile struggling to break free. “Okay.”
I tilted my head to the side. “What? I didn’t quite catch that,” I teased her.
She cackled but refused to respond, even though her charming smile said it all.