CLARA'S POV
It's been a week now since we got married and I've not seen my husband's face except for the day we went out together to his friend's birthday. After that day we have not seen each other anymore.
Is it because it is a contract marriage that could make him treat me like this?
He doesn't even care about my well-being. He doesn't even care to know how I'm doing. I'm stuck in this house alone, nobody to communicate with and there's nothing here to do in this house.
The maids handled everything before I even woke up. I'm slowly dying of boredom.
The person I would have been communicating with had gotten angry with me because of this stupid marriage I'm in.
Miranda, my only best friend, separated herself from me a week ago and called me all sorts of names and abused me on phone calls for hiding things from her after seeing my engagement picture with my CEO online.
But did I really hide anything from her?" I trailed off at the thought and wept as I felt heaviness in my heart, frustration, disappointment, and heartbreak in my heart for losing such a good friend like Miranda in my life.
After a while, I heard the parlor's door creak open, and someone walked in while answering a call as everyone in the parlor greeted him.
I slowly stood up and walked out to see who the person was after cleaning my eyes and nose as his voice sounded familiar.
Standing upstairs and staring downstairs, I saw my husband walking up and climbing the steps in my direction, and I quickly glanced at my gold wristwatch.
Behold, it was 8.0pm in the evening. I sniffed and pulled myself together. "I must talk to him tonight.
I'm tired, I'm tired of this boring life he's putting me into," I mumbled, crossing my arms together and staring at a space with a clenched jaw.
"Good evening!" I greeted them after he arrived at my position, but he turned and gave me a short glance with the phone on his ear before unlocking his door and walking in.
"Fuck!" I curse in my breath with clenched teeth, grabbing the doorknob quickly before he could close it and pushing it open as he was about to close it.
I walked in, closed it by myself, and leaned on it, staring at a space with a tight face and causing him to look at me in surprise, wondering what had gone wrong with me.
I was ever ready to face any of his backlash that night as I leaned there, breathing nervously, my heart pounded heavy.
He turned and dropped his briefcase on the sofa, sat down, and lost his shoelace while answering a call on the other hand."Okay. Mr. Jason, please, I would love to see you tomorrow in my office. I want to run an issue with you.
Mandela, my ex-girlfriend, got trapped by Mr Edison. He has ruined my relationship; I don't know what he is up to.
I want to bring him and his company down before he creates more chaos than that. Thank you
"Okay. Okay. Thank you. Expecting you.
Hm. you, this man, leave my phone," he said, letting out a loud laugh and ending the call before turning his gaze to me.
His smile suddenly quenched after turning his gaze in my direction, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. "What is it, Clara?" He asked coldly in a stern voice, standing up and walking closer to me.
" I want to talk," I answered sarcastically, staring at a space and avoiding his eye contact.
" Talk what, uh? Talk what?" He yelled. " What do you have to say? Did you even get permission before you came in?
Not even a knock, you just push the door open like that and walk in without my consent. How dare you come in here without my permission, uh?
Or have you already lost it? Didn't you remember what your rules and regulations say? Don't you remember that it had been stated in one of our rules that,
"both parties should not visit each other's room unexpectedly except he or she is called"
Or have you not been reading it? Did l call you?" he threw a battle of questions at me with clenched teeth, leaning closer to me, but I kept staring down at his facial expressions without a word.
"Do you know that I can punish you right now for breaking the rules?" He asked, whispering on my earlobe and slowly running his breath on my neck, causing my breath to stop in reaction and my mouth fell open.
He quickly stripped off his suit and threw it on the floor while slowly taking a soft bite of my neck and rolled his breath slowly up and down,
causing his soft breath to send goosebumps all over my body, my stomach to stir, and sending shock sensations all over my body. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and remained still in my position as my whole body became stiff and hard.
Suddenly, I felt his soft hand cupping my breast, causing a soft gasp to leave my throat.
He scoffed softly after hearing my gasping and whispered in my earlobe " Stay calm, Baby. I have just ignited the engine"
I swallowed the heavy saliva that had started balling in my mouth as I began to feel some sense of butterflies in my stomach while he kept running his breath around my neck up and down to my cheeks. Taking soft bites on each move.
He began to finger my nipples slowly, causing my breath to hitch and my brain to turn upside down. At that point, I couldn't think straight anymore. I wanted to grab his lips and sucked them to my satisfaction.
My heart fluttered at the thoughts. "Dickson, P please…" I begged, stiffing on the door I was leaning on as my spot tingled and squirmed at his touch.
"Huh… you taste so good!" He whispered, causing my face to flush and sending goosebumps all over my body again.
I quickly rolled my eyes and shook my head off that realm to reality. "Shit! Pervert husband! Leave me alone," I said, trying to push him away, but I couldn't.
"If you don't leave me, I will shout," I said, trying hard to push him while breathing heavily
He grabbed my waist and pressed me hard to his body, causing my body to etch and my breath to hitch. "Shout now. We will know who owns this house. Did I call you here?" he whispered, causing my heart to burn.
"Oh, because you didn't call me that's why you're doing this to me, right? That's why you are painting salivas all over my neck and cheek, right? Leave alone, leave me alone, leave me alo." I screamed madly but he cut me off with his lips on mine, muting me and lifting me from the ground.
We began to fight, and before I could realize it, I found myself on the bed.
I stretched my legs to kick his balls so that he could leave me since I was running out of ideas at that moment and he grabbed it but my leg picked up his front trouser a little
Causing me to gasp and my eyes widened as I felt something hard on my leg. "Shit! This pervert! Leave me alone," I screamed in his mouth but to no avail.
"Let me teach you a lesson so that next time you will know how to approach this room with caution," he said, breathing heavily while pressing my two hands together above my head and beginning to lose his belt with one hand as I laid there weakly, panting and staring at his sweaty face.
"Remember, we didn't talk about sex. We didn't include sex in this," I said in a panting breath, reminding him of his words, but he shushed me up.
"Shhh! Shut up! You crazy punk!" he said with gritted teeth, glaring at me while throwing down his trousers. "Whatever I'll do to you at this moment, you deserve it, and it is my right.
I want to treat that stupidity out of you. So let me," He whispered, breathing heavily.
Suddenly his room door creaked open, cutting our attention to it and causing him to frown and growled in anger.