Streaks of light streamed through the open balcony doors, the smell of earth in the air, the low humming of the lawn mower. I rolled over, the sheets warm and soft against my naked body. I ran a hand over the empty space beside me where my husband had lain. He had taken his time in the shower and I vaguely remembered waking up as he settled into the bed, the mattress dipping slightly, the comforter sliding across my hip. In my half sleepy mood, I wanted, waited and hoped that he would inch closer to my side, slide a hand across my waist and pull me against his chest.He didn't. Daniel was still and silent beside me until his breath measured and I turned over to find him sleeping like a log. His face was missing the mischief and his lips were not lined with his signature scowl. He slept like a child, his lips slightly parted and soft puffs of air escaping from his mouth. He looked so adorable, like he wasn't the same man who was so hostile towards me. I ran my fingers over the corner o
The nurse at the front desk had his file open. As she sorted through some of the formalities with Nathan I sat in the squeaky clean waiting area. It was like a luxury hotel, with no lines coughing strangers and pregnant women. There was just a man in his late sixties, in an Armani Suit and a tabloid in his hands. I fingered the ends of my hair, hating the fact that they were straightened by Zoya again this morning. Apparently, Daniel disliked curly hair and my curls had started showing up. Zoya wanted to work a permanent straightening on my curls and I had to beg her not to do it. My dad wouldn't recognise me if he saw my back. Or maybe, he would. The nurse set down the receiver, both Nathan and her walking towards me. "I will wait here, princess. Please give my well wishes to your old man." Nathan handed me my dad's file and gestured for me to follow the nurse. I stood, swinging my Louis Vuitton bag that matched the color of my silk dress, over one shoulder and followed the woma
I did expect a very unpleasant afternoon with my mother-in-law. But what I didn't expect was to meet my husband there.Why was he here? Oh, I knew. The wedding photos had arrived and my mother-in-law wanted to go over them together as a family sans her other sons and husband. Maybe, the photos were the reason for that permanent scowl on his face.At least the lunch served on the occasion smelled delicious. Every so often I was tempted to quit the greens on my plate and have a full serving of grilled chicken. However, I maintained my trophy wife diet, stabbed a piece of broccoli and quietly lifted it to my mouth, very aware of my husband's eyes on me.Before I could understand anything that went in his mind he placed a more than generous size of chicken slice on my plate.I looked up from my plate in confusion and flashed a nervous laugh at my mother-in-law. Her eyes went hard on his son's sudden action. She was both sizing up the amount of carbs I was about to take in and my husband.
"Come here, little brat."He slid a little lower on the couch, his head against the black leather, his chin tilted up, his charcoal eyes giving me a raw perusal.I couldn't stop my legs as they moved closer to hum. He pulled me on his lap, and the next thing I knew, I was straddling him, my dress pushed up as his stance widened under me. His hands latched around Nathan's jacket as he peeled it off my body angrily and threw it across the hall. His eyes darkened with something... No, it couldn't be jealousy. If I knew my husband at all, it was possessiveness."I know you like Nathan because he doesn't despise your despicable ways of getting rich. But you're mine, Lily. Gold digger or otherwise." He growled the words against my neck, biting the sensitive skin there, lightly. His hands were vise around my waist, pulling me strongly on his lap.I could read it in his actions, words and the look in his eyes. My husband was aroused. And in that position I could also feel him, hard and hot a
Boredom forces you to develop illogical ways to get through the days. It can force you to stalk people on social media and in this case I ended up searching for my husband. Daniel had disappeared to London for two weeks. I was informed by Nathan in the second week of his absence in the house. By then I was sure, my husband didn't like our last intimate session on the couch of our living room. I, however, couldn't stop thinking about it. I spent my lonely nights anticipating his warm body spooning me from behind or his head between my legs, giving me that sweet touch of pleasure again and again, only to wake up alone and feeling empty. I spent hours at the gym working on my trophy wife figure. I did makeup simply to attend unfriendly visits at the Rutherford Villa where my mother-in-law didn't miss the chance to remind me how I failed to be a perfect wife for his son. When I wasn't forced through my rich lifestyle, I napped and read. Some nights I sat in my living room with the fro
It had been months since I last visited Sammy's with Hannah. Back then I was just a troubled teenager who needed free booze and rock music to vent out the pain and frustration from her system.But now I was Daniel Rutherford's wife who was told how to behave and who walked around with a giant bodyguard beside her. So, obviously I did not blend into the rouge crowd of the club. On top of that the expensive silk fabric wrapped around my perfectly maintained body was definitely something that stunned Hannah. Her face went from happy to surprised. Her eyes moved to Nathan standing behind me in his usual black tailored suit, his hair pulled back in a man bun and his ever intimidating eyes."How are you so lucky to have a literal Norse God as your husband and a Greek God as a security?" Hannah spoke, leaning her head down to my ear and eyes taking in Nathan."I'm sure this place doesn't care if you're a minor." Nathan said, his eyes fixed on my friend."And who are you, my father?" Hannah s
The anticipation was killing me, even more when my husband sat on the seat across from me, his eyes fixed on me and posture representing a predator at hunt. I was almost ready to jump out of the limo just to avoid that intense burn he set inside me with his mere eyes.Maybe, it was the longing I felt for his touch or maybe I had become addicted to his cold, heartless ways. Either way, I wanted to feel his touch again. I didn't realise the intensity of my need for him until he showed up to prove his dominance over me.Who knew I only needed to get a man touch me to draw my husband out of his hiding lair? Now, I knew one of his weaknesses.He didn't touch me even once until we reached our villa. The second the limo stopped, he stepped outside then threw me on his shoulder like before. I was still sheathing my teeth and wrestling against his strength due to the amount of anger I felt for being neglected for three weeks straight. For a newly wed couple, it was like a curse."Put me down r
I was shattering into pieces of myself, some trying to escape the desire burning inside my belly and some trying to hold on to it for dear life. He had rendered me a senseless, thoughtless mass of flesh within a matter of minutes. The only thing that kept me upright was his possessive hold around my body. I hadn't even noticed that he was fully clothed behind my body until he popped the buttons of his shirt and threw away the wet fabric. Then his hands fumbled with the remaining knots of my dress and tugged the silk material down my body along with my panties. It fell around my ankle and I stepped out of it, a little wobbly. I could feel the hard muscles of his abs against my spine and it only made me a bigger mess. I looked over my shoulder to watch my husband's taut back in the bathroom mirror. The water pelting down his body made him look ten times more handsome with silky, inky black hair and tanned skin. I wanted to run my hands down those ripped muscles but I really didn't get
My dad was no more. I had to accept that and move on. The only problem was - I didn't know how. All the memories came back to me as constant nightmares over the next few days. And it was good to have Daniel wrap me in his warmth whenever my heart turned cold. He held me as I cried and took care of my grieving self. On the day of the funeral he stood by my side along with his entire family. He took care of the burial arrangements and the service. I was thankful that someone was there for me to handle things for me. I had Daniel.After the service my husband took me home and prepared a warm bath for me. And as I stripped naked right in front of him, he watched me leaning against the door frame. In that moment I didn't see lust and desire in eyes, it was love. It was definitely love when he walked up to me and stood behind me, watching my sad, somber face through the mirror and then tilted my chin to make me look into his eyes. "You don't have to hide your pain from me, Lily. I'm here
Daniel’s POVIt wasn’t until I walked into Vincent’s hospital room that the seriousness of the situation hit me. To my utter shame, it was the first time I was visiting him in person. I knew from the beginning that he was suffering from some kind of fatal illness but I never really bothered to go in depth. In my arrogant mind, I had always considered his medical condition a sham that his daughter used to marry a billionaire. I couldn’t be more wrong.Nathan greeted me with a dull face. I squeezed his shoulder as a gesture of gratitude for being there for Lily in my absence. He’d informed me how Lily didn’t take the news well and since then my heart had been aching for her. I glanced at my wife sitting by her father’s bed, her head placed on the bed beside his head. “She hasn’t spoken a word since morning,” Nathan said.I nodded at him and walked over to the small figure hunched over her father’s side. A dying man in his late fifties. Vincent was gaunt and the color of his hospital-gre
They say when something bad is about to happen, you get the signs beforehand. Well, I didn’t get the signs right then.The dream I woke up from starred a happy married couple diving in deep blue water and it was us. Me and Daniel. I didn’t remember much of the dream, but I recalled his midnight eyes and charming smile as he signed a ‘heart’ to me.I laid on my back and pressed a hand against the ache in my chest. As the fog of sleep blinked away, I realized it was too much to ask of him. He did not choose to get married to me, much less fall in love. Whatever chemistry we shared in bed was all I would get from him. For my part, I’d finally admitted to myself that I wouldn’t mind to be wife for as long as he behaved like a gentleman and not a spoiled asshole.It felt nice not to wake up to a horde of zombies dolling you up. From what it appeared Marianne did not invade my bedroom first thing in the morning. It could also be because of the hunk of a man sleeping next to me. We had ma
I looked out of the window as the car stopped at the security gates and our villa came into focus. Home, trees lining the long driveway and I saw our rich neighborhood where I felt belonged somehow. That feeling hadn’t been there when Daniel brought me there the very first time but now being wrapped in his warmth and his hand draped over my shoulder possessively, my perspective about the place had changed.I turned to Daniel. “Are you going to stay home today?”Something passed on his face as if he wasn’t expecting that question from me. He nodded. “Yes, of course I’d be home today.” He squeezed my hand, leaning forward. “I know it’s hard to believe but I keep my promises. I gave you my words to perform my duties as your husband from now on and that certainly involves being at home with you when I don’t have to be at work.”My heart picked up that violent thudding. Every word, every action had my heart and soul pining for him. I nodded, settling back in the seat. He’d be sleeping in m
The first warning came with a bouquet of daisies, my favorite and a note written in cursive. The black inked words almost mocked me.- You’re living a lie. Hope you enjoy the kisses while they are on your lips. A mockery, indeed.I snorted, crushed the piece of paper and tossed it in the dustbin along with the beautiful daisies which were grating my heart. A hand wrapped around my waist just in time to put out the fire rising within me. It was the touch of affection that came in the form of my husband. Daniel planted a kiss at the back of my neck and turned me around in his arms to search my face.“Why do you look so gloomy this fine morning, love?” He whispered, nudging my nose with his. He had just pulled himself off the bed and was gloriously naked, his tousled hair tickling my face. Daniel was an affectionate sleeper, spooning me the whole night and whispering dirty words he had been dreaming about us even in his slumber. I stayed awake for most of the night to live the moment.“
"More Wine?" I looked up from my plate with a smile. "Getting me drunk, Mr. Rutherford?" His smile lines appeared as he took a sip of his whiskey and shook his head. "No, I like you in all your senses, Mrs. Rutherford." We were in one of the most beautiful restaurants, surrounded with extravagant French food, and dinning at a table by the window. He had persuaded me not to worry about my calories and promised to relieve Marianne from her duties as my handler once we went back home. It was an act solely offered by my husband and he wasn't taking my disapproval or his mother for that matter on it. I look outside to find a few photographers chatting among themselves and taking a shot or two every once in a while. A constant grate on my heart. "Are you not enjoying the food?" Daniel asked, breaking a lobster and bringing the fleshy part to my lips. I let him feed me and distracted myself with the starry sky to stop swooning over him. "As a matter of fact, I am. It's good to be treate
I should have never sought information about Amber Lee. But the newborn possessive wife in me did everything in her power to do a background check on her husband's ex. Given that I had such a skilled bodyguard as my friend I only had to ask him twice before Nathan slipped enough details about my Daniel's obsession over Amber. Turned out the rich brat had fallen for an equal in his category and when things got real, Amber crushed his heart to flee the country without leaving so much as a clue for her parents or boyfriend about her whereabouts. It broke Daniel to the point that he sabotaged his position as the next CEO of Rutherford Development and turned into an emotionless badboy overnight. Then he had done it all to get Amber's attention. He hoped his actions would lure his girlfriend out of her secret hideout but nothing worked. All of these details were still digestible for me but the fact that he accepted his father's proposal to marry me in the same hopes that it would bring h
I woke up to a dim room, the dark colored shades of the window restricting the afternoon light. The room was empty and so was the other side of the bed. I laid there for a moment, thinking, trying to sort out where Daniel might be. It was his day off from work and he had promised me to take on a tour around the city. If anything, I should be happy but the heaviness in my heart had been too much to bear. It wasn't a secret anymore that my husband had started making a home in my heart. And the most scary part was me not holding myself from feeling for him. What happened to the girl who vowed not to fall for his charms? She might've fallen captive to my husband's addictive touches and his romantic whispers.Daniel made sure to leave his print on me, inside out. We hadn't gotten any sleep. Hardly any. In fact, every time I drifted off, he pulled me back to my senses with him inside of me, sensually fucking again. And if that wasn't enough, his dirty, needy words kept me working up the wh
Daniel How did I get so wrapped up in this chaos? It was easier to hate her and have lustful thoughts about her at the same time. But now I didn't know exactly what my feelings were for her. One moment I wanted to run away from her and the moment she got far enough not being able to touch, I craved her for my dear life. And the worst part was - it wasn't just her touch I craved, it was all of her. I needed to be around her to calm my anxiety down. I wanted to be the reason she smiled and I had to be the only man she would look for when in need of a friend. Not some bodyguard I assigned to look after her well-being. Lust could be a dangerous thing. It can lead you up to that hill where you won't be able to distinguish between your body's and heart's desires. And I was going up that cliff, hanging on the edge and ready to fall any moment. One look at the woman sleeping beside me and I was already falling. She looked like both my redemption and demise. Here under the morning light,