Chapter 2

Do you know what it's like? Walking day in and day out through these endless plain walls that is the Mavros residence. Well that is pretty much all I do every day. I explore the house, watering the plants, cooking or doing whatever comes to mind until Demetriuss comes home.

No job or outside activity to keep me busy, my overprotective husband is worried that I could be kidnapped or fall prey to the charms of another man even though he has three male bodyguards following me everywhere I go. When I am in the comfort of my own room or when I am doing my business in the toilet - their ears are strained to hear every single sound that comes from the door. There is never anything suspicious, they just have the misfortune of hearing me pee.

You would think the perks of having three bodyguards following you around everywhere is that you will at least have a few companions, someone to talk to in this empty house but no. Demetrius forbid them to utter a word to me unless it is of the absolute imperative or they would be fired immediately, his reason being they have dicks just like any other man.

The cooks, cleaners and chauffeur avoid me like the plague; all are men which I find strange considering Demetrius can't stand seeing a man within 3 meters of me. I have asked him about it, his reason being - not wanting me to bat for a different team or something like that, I'm still a bit fuzzy on how the thought even crossed his mind.

"How have you been?" I ask one of the bodyguards, he gives no reply, not that I was expecting one anyway but it didn't stop me from trying.

"Doing anything fun in the weekend?" I ask again, still no response, I sigh in resignation and plop down on the leather sofa and turn on the TV. I aimlessly flick through the channels and stop when I get to 'You've Been Framed.'

I find the show absolutely hilarious but some part of me feels it's wrong to laugh at people humiliate and injure themselves on TV, but in the end they get money for it, so I guess they don't really care.

"Oh my gosh." I cover my mouth to stop my laugh of embarrassment for a lady whose dress had accidentally come undone, exposing her breasts to everyone in the room. I can't imagine being her position.

I look at my bodyguard hoping they would give some sort of reaction to what just happened. Nothing. Not even a little tint of pink forming on their cheeks.

"Seriously? Nothing? You just saw a woman's breast and all you guys did was stand stiff and emotionless like a robot." I folded my arms across my chest and waited for a response, they didn't say anything, only kept one hand behind their back and the other gripped tightly on the gun holster.

"I give up." I turned off the TV and marched upstairs to my room, as expected they followed me and stood outside the door.

I spent two hours in my room; I slept for the most part and daydreamed for the other. I felt my stomach rumble and was glad Demetrius wasn't here; if he was he would have scolded me about my tendency to skip meals then force me to eat a full course dinner, muttering about woman and their obsession with looks.

I went into the kitchen with my three bodyguards trailing after me, I took out the ravioli from last night and heated it up, I'm not a big fan of overnight food but I was too exhausted to cook and I had given Lewis, our cook a day off, so I sucked it up and ate the ravioli, not all of it, so there was enough for Demetrius when he came home.

While I was eating a wicked thought suddenly crossed my mind, I don't know what provoked it - probably my mounting boredom, but the thought seemed so devilish that I couldn't help but cooperate with the naughty side of me. I hurriedly finished my ravioli and went upstairs straight to my wardrobe; Demetrius is going to love this.

I picked up a tight fitting dress that reached mid-thigh which showed off my slim figure and naturally tanned legs and tried it on. I had brought it a long time ago, long before I met Demetrius and was surprised it still fit me. This will definitely brighten his day, I giggled to myself.

Right on time I heard the door open and Demetrius walked in looking all high and mighty with his Armani suit and clean shaven face. When he saw me at the top of the stairs, his eyes widened reasonably and I internally squealed like a little girl. I gave him a flirtatious smile and teasingly made my way downstairs.

"Sir I got the contract-" A voice suddenly erupted in the silence and my eyes widened when I came face to face with a lanky man. He had thick specs and a goatee, his dark floppy hair sat lazily on his forehead as he continuously attempted to blow it out of his eyes. His pink cheeks only highlighted the shy boy persona I had observed when I first saw him. I widened my eyes when the stack of papers in his hands fell to the floor when he laid eyes on me.

It was then I realised that Demetrius' eyes didn't stare at me in awe of my appearance but because another man was about to enter the house and I was exposing so much skin. I am in trouble.

"Steven, meet my wife, Sophia. Sophia, meet my financial adviser, Steven." Demetrius introduced us with that of cheeriness and hospitality, but I knew my husband well enough to tell that in the depths of those warm emerald eyes was that of rage and jealousy which was mostly directed at Steven which calmed me down a little bit.

"It's nice to finally meet you Mrs. Mavros." Steven held out a hand for me to shake and I happily took it, resisting the urge to pull my hand away when I felt how sweaty they were. I don't know if it was because Demetrius was glaring holes in the back of his head or because my legs were on full display, not leaving any room for imagination.

"Please call me Sophia." I smiled genuinely at him, Demetrius' disapproval was clear when he abruptly removed Steven's hand from my own and pulled me towards him for a long, deep kiss. He pushed me up against the wall and moved my legs around his waist, so he was carrying my weight. He immediately thrust his tongue into my mouth making me gasp at this sudden action. I couldn't help the embarrassing moan that left my mouth when I felt Demetrius' erection poke against my tummy. I broke away for air and Demetrius let out a low growl, moving to my neck, he bit and sucked on the exposed skin; I sighed in pleasure and titled my neck to give him more access. At this point I had completely forgotten there was another person in the room. Demetrius was resilient as he continued to suck and nibble on the same spot of my neck; I lifted my head up in suspicion.

"Demetrius what are you doing?" I whispered at him.

"Showing him that your mine." He said in between kisses. I looked up at the ceiling in confusion and it dawned on me that Demetrius was trying to give me a love bite.

"Demetrius no." I wiggled under his hold but his body kept me in place.

"Yes." He countered and continued to work on my neck; I sighed in pleasure and mentally slapped myself for being so weak.

"If you don't stop, I won't have sex with you for a week." I threatened and attempted to get out of his tight hold, his body was flush against mine on the wall making it difficult for me to even move an inch.

Demetrius laughed at my empty threat. "Like you can resist me." He smirked against my skin and I could hear the smugness in his tone. He was right I couldn't resist him even if I tried.

I was suddenly released and sent tumbling to the floor, I glared at Demetrius and he gave me a arrogant wink which had my insides fluttering.

I got up from the floor and looked to see a very red Steven clutching tightly onto the stack of papers as if it was his life source.

Demetrius cleared his throat and Steven snapped his eyes in his direction. "Sorry about that Steven, I guess my wife just got a little carried away." Demetrius didn't look sorry at all, in fact he looked triumphant as he sent a look my way, I gasped at the blatant lie. I got carried away? Why that little...

"Yes, I'm sorry Steven." I grit out. "Sorry that my husband is a walking boner." I said the last bit quietly but both men heard me.

Steven started to cough uncontrollably and Demetrius sent me a death glare that would surely bring anyone to an early grave. I don't know what came over me when I said what I said, it was like a sudden burst of confidence flowed within me and I said what was on my mind. Do I regret it now? No way, I have never been prouder of myself. Will I regret it later? Most certainly.

"Excuse my wife Steven; she can be quite the fire cracker sometimes." Demetrius spoke with fake amusement and Steven let out an unsure laugh.

"Come Steven, we have important matters to discuss." He allowed Steven to go first and followed after him, before he disappeared out of sight he turned around to face me.

"What the heck were you thinking when you put on that outfit." He wasted no time in probing me.

"I wanted to-" I started but was interrupted when he started to speak again.

"What is up with your foul mouth? You have never been this disrespectful to me."

"I-"

"You know what, I don't have time to hear this, just go upstairs and change right now."

"But-"

"Sophia, upstairs."

I gave up and did what I was told, like the obedient wife I always have been.

"While you're at it, make sure you give that foul mouth of yours a thorough wash." He shouted after me and when I was out of sight I stuck my tongue out in anger.

Arrogant bastard.