AllFreeNovel
Share Us
How drunk was I?
How did he manage to take out my contacts without me noticing. That explains the blurriness, he probably dug them out of my eyes.Diego es amiable conmigo.3
“¿Me has quitado la ropa?4”
“Yes. You are my wife.”
Please don’t remind me.
“Tengo mala suerte!5”
“What?”
I’m not going to explain to him why I have bad luck. I’m his bride and Belén isn’t. This is where the bad luck comes from.
“Did you have to take everything off?”
“Well, your thong was ripped, and your bra had more stains on it then a baby’s bib after eating.”
He could have just said yes. He didn’t have to go into detail.
He’s doing that thing again. The smile. Smirk.
How big is this damn bed?
“Is there anything else you need before we head out on the jet?”
I shake my head. Jet? Together? I’m not even going to ask.
“Good. Your contacts are there. Clean clothes on that chair over there. Please make sure you take a shower and at least fix yourself up a bit.”
He claps his hands as if he’s finished giving one of his speeches to the board and is waiting for their response. But all he does is give them orders and clap to dismiss them.
“Fine,” I snap as I take my contacts and put them in my eyes.
I realize after I finish that he’s standing and staring at me. I thought he left the room.
My tits are on display, I quickly take up the sheet to cover them.
“I’ve seen them already.”
“So, why are you still looking?” I huff, remembering he is the reason I’m naked in bed.
“A man can look, can’t he? After all, you are my wife.”
And then he does that thing again, smirking, smiling, or whatever it is. It almost feels as if he’s mocking me. I sigh as I jump because the sheet’s wrapped around me like I’m a mummy.
“Don’t worry. I never touched you inappropriately, especially when I thought there was an earthquake in the room.”
I drop the sheet to the ground and head to the bathroom. I nearly scream at my reflection. I look like Jason onFriday the 13th. The only thing I’m missing is a knife in my hand.
My face is covered in drool, but it’s brown, meaning I got in the limo with chocolate. I really need to sort out my addiction. What the hell? Did I foam at the mouth too? I can’t believe that I did this by myself. He must have had some input, because it takes minty. Did he strip me and then brush my teeth too?
He wouldn’t. Would he?
No, he wouldn’t. He doesn’t have a sense of humor. I look down to see my stomach does have toothpaste on it. I was wrong, my so-called husband does think this is funny.
I’m not a toy to be played with, and we’ll see who is the last one laughing.
