"I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it."
~ George Bernard Shaw
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The anger bubbling through him made me take a step back from him, eventhough my arms were clasped in his. There was no way I was going to continue this useless feud early in the morning.
I sighed in defeat, going slack in his hold. "I don't have strength to fight with you, Nick".
"Did I say I want to fight?", he asked me in irritation.
"I don't know. But I'm tired and sleepy".
He stares at my face for a moment before he let loose of his hold and I heave a sigh of relief thanking the heavens for it.
I fall face first on my stomach on top of the couch and groan covering my eyes due to the direct sunrays hitting my face. I set my alarm for an hour. I just want to rest for a few minutes before I continue with my scheduled meetings.
I hear a sound of click and suddenly the rays stop hitting my face. I squint open my eyes and stare at Nick standing with a controller in his hands and blinds have been shut making the room almost dark.
"That was not necessary", I say in a bored tone.
"You were awake the entire night?", he questions in an accusing tone. It's at the tip of my tongue to yell at him that, 'it's none of your fucking business you motherfucking American asshole". But I reply with simple "Yes", and close my eyes.
In my sleepy state I sense something warm engulfing my whole body and I lean towards the hard something letting my head fall on it unconsciously, for sometime I'm floating in the air and next I'm being placed against something soft and fluffy followed by warm covering. I hum in satisfaction clutching the soft sheets as I slip into darkness but not before hearing a distant, 'sleep sweetheart'.
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I cannot manage to open my eyes because the soothing circles that are being drawn on my cheek are far too pleasurable. I unknowingly lean into the warmth and hear a deep chuckle on top of me.
"Wake up sweetheart, we are going to be late at this rate", I hear an amused tone which i conclude as Nick's.
"No. Go away", I snap still in my hazy state.
"Spitting fire, even while sleeping", he mutters very near to my ear and the very next second something warm and hot lands just below my ear.
"Ummm....", I groan, as my hands instantly move up to cover the tickling spot. I hear the same amused chuckle before the same hot and warm thing lands on the back of my hand.
I shiver as the sensations now shift from my ears to cheeks, then down the jaws leaving a wet trail of marks burning hot on my skin. I can hear a deep growl sending sensuous current down my spine. My eyes snap open already knowing what is happening.
I catch hold of the culprits head before his lips can slide further down my neck. Nick groans in defeat and burries his head in my neck. We stay unmoved for a second my hands clasping his head in a death grip, our breaths reverberates as harsh pants in the entire dark room.
I stare towards the ceiling as the reality of the situation sink in. I'm now lying on the bed with Nick's half body leaning on me and his head tucked in my neck. His heart echoing-- that is matching mine.
I'm no fool to realize that he carries me to the bed every night, after I stubbornly decided against sleeping on the bed. But this?... this act of him... this behavior...these strange sensations and emotions are rattling my mind.
"Breath wife", Nick's husky voice reaches my ear startling me out of my thoughts. "Just. Breath".
I slide my hands into his soft jet black hairs. "What. The. Hell. Are. You. Trying. To. Do., Nick?", I breath hard clutching his hairs and shoving his face down into my skin. His warm breath tickling my bare skin awakens something deep and sinister inside me.
What the devil is happening here? Did I die and come to heaven without knowing it?
Am I really having a pillow talk with my just 3 months husband?, instead of shoving him aside, I'm pulling him towards me.
Nick groans inhaling deeply on my skin, "trying to wake up my pretty wife from hours now", his voice slurs at the end as if he is in some pain and cannot speak now.
Hours? My one hand instantly slides towards the side table and I grab my phone. My eyes widen realizing it's already evening now. Dear lord! Did I sleep for an entire day?.
"I turned off your alarm", his warm lips meet my sensitive skin and I gasp as my body turns hot and bothering by the sudden action.
"Why?...", my question comes out as a breathy moan as his teeth harshly nibbles on the same skin before and before I could push him away his hot and wet tongue latches onto the same spot and I let out a whimper, my eyes closing themselves. My grip on his hairs turn harsh and I dig my nails into his scalp to avoid further sounds from escaping my mouth which only makes his actions go wild.
"I wanted my wife to relax", he replies continuing the sucking and nibbling on my skin.
"Hmm...", I reply as he shifts his complete weight above me. He lifts my sweatshirt baring my naked skin to the cool air and I shudder as his cold hand comes in contact with my warm skin.
"Nick...", I gasp through the sensations and I pull his head down harshly when he tries to retract it from my neck.
No. Don't.
I warn him mentally. No. I don't want to snap out of this moment. I want this to be a dream. I know, the moment my gaze connects with his I will be lashed out with the reality. But now, just for now I don't want to think about anything but enjoy being in my husband's arm.
Damn.
What's wrong with me?
Husband?
God!, how can I refer to him as my husband, when I swore off his touch just yesterday. That I promised I will never allow him to touch me again?
Is my resolve that weak?.
This is not the usual Samaira Deshmukh.
now Remington.
"Relax. You are hyperventilating. Just breath. It's nothing. Don't think too much", he murmurs soothingly peppering wet kisses from my shoulders to hollow of my neck.
I shake my neck incredulously in a no, and he chuckles sexily, letting his face fall in between my shoulder blade and neck.
"Just concentrate on my touch, Sam", he rasps as his hand makes soothing circles on my bare waist. I bite my lip biting in the whimper that's at the tip of my tongue to escape.
Out of blue his thumb lands on my stomach and he starts caressing it as gently as a feather.
A wave of shudder passes through my body as my eyes snap open and I instantly turn towards his hand resting on my stomach and his fingers caressing my lower belly.
Like a husband doing that while his wife is carrying his child.
But in our case neither I am his faithful wife nor he is the father of my child.
He releases a sigh of approval as he shifts and adjusts his weight on top of me.
His chest squishing my breasts, his hard abs above my stomach. I can feel his rigid muscles, so hard and stiff like a rock on top of me.
Muscles on top of my stomach?
Stomach..
My breathing hitches with a sudden realization and I instantly push his whole physique off mine making him land beside me on the bed with a thud.
I sit upright with at a lightening speed my hand sliding onto my stomach.
Oh my God, my fright turned my blood into frosted ice in a second. My hands unconsciously sliding on top of my flat stomach.
My baby....
I let my hand slide over my flat stomach and to my relief, there is no pain or discomfort in my body.
I glance back at Nick's muscular body, spare me god, he was not only crushing me but also my baby.
What the hell was I thinking? Letting him on top of me.
How can I loose my sane mind?
How can I allow my physical feelings to take over my sanity?
My baby!!
He could have crushed my baby even without knowing it
Nick's heated gaze lands on my panicked one and in an instant his face changes color. His emotions changes from confused to anxious.
I don't understand what he is anxious about. But when I see my expression in the bedside mirror I understand the reason for his concern.
My face look like I have witnessed the actual ghost.
"Sam...", he takes my name so slowly that he thinks maybe if he speaks any more louder I may snap at him.
But No. He is wrong.
I cannot be angry at him when the main culprit is me. I'm the sinner and a fool here. I'm the one who gave into my desires and almost harmed my little baby.
"Sam...look at me", he tries to pull me towards him but I yank my hands away.
"No... please just let me rest for few minutes", I say as I fall back on the bed.
He sighs pulling me back by my shoulders. "Sam, it's already late. We have an event to attend".
I snap my neck towards him in a jet speed, covering myself by the comforters till my neck."What the devil are you speaking about?"
"I have an important business dinner and you are accompanying me".
"The fuck I will be", I snap turning my back towards him.
"Sam, don't make it difficult for me . It's already late and your dress is being kept in the bathroom. Just don't waste my time", he growls in irritation.
"I'm not wasting your time", I sneer with red hot anger. "You should own up to your time", I retort. "Remind me again where are we going? And above all why should I accompany you?
"As my only wife. Obviously ", he rolls his eyes.
"I'm not coming. You can take a pretend wife with you", I say absent-mindedly.
"Why will I pay for a fake-one? When I have a sexy wife at home?", I can imagine the smirk on his face.
"Whatever", I roll my eyes metaphorically closing my eyes. "Now just let me sleep".
"It's not polite to fight your husband every chance you get, you know?", he says in a smug tone.
"And It's not polite to force your wife every chance you get. You know?", I question in a same tone which effectively shuts his mouth for a second.
"So, Is that a No, my wife?", I hear his amused voice.
"Yes. A big No", I grin shifting on the comfortable bed.
"Watch your words. Wife", I can hear the bed dipping and shuffling behind me.
"Is that a threat I hear, my lord", I scoff dragging the sheets till my face.
"No. A promise".
With a resigned sigh, he snakes his arm around my slender waist and dragged me up such that I'm standing on the bed. He drew me closer to his body and I clutched his shoulders in shock, as he lifts me by my waist, his hands just below my butt and my front pressed against his.
It takes a moment for the weird position to sink in my mind and as soon as I realize my position, my hands leave his shoulders and I stick my hands into his shiny smooth hairs, pulling and scratching at them.
I use my grip on his hairs to level his face up till mine and I glare at him annoyingly.
"Put me down, Nick", I scratch his scalp but there is no effect on the slimy asshole as he groans in approval.
"Remind me to ask for a head massage from you, one of these days", he winks as he pushes open the bathroom door and strides inside depositing me on top of a high counter slab.
"Have a good bath wife", I can hear his chuckle from outside as he closes the door on my face.
My mouth opens in disbelief.
"I hate you", I say when I finally recovered from the aftermath of the shock.
"Can you hear me?", I raise my voice. "I hate you Nicholas Remington".
The door opens suddenly and I get a glimpse of his lips lifted up in a cynical smile which shows he is quite enjoying this more than he should.
I stand up from the counter-slab and jog towards the door, but the asshole is quick in shutting the door. It barely misses my nose followed by his loud laugh.
"Screw you and your dinner", I shout kicking the door. "You know what?, I will not be coming out of in here", I say jumping back onto the same slab he deposited me on.
"Pig-headed idiot", I shout at the door to hear an amused chuckle from behind it and I jump down from the counter as the white fabric catches my eyes and just like that my defiant mood is on.
So Mr. Pig-headed idiot wants me to wear this?
Your wish is granted my dear husband.
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