Chapter 4

FOUR: SANDRA’S POV. 

“Mum,” I called her and she turned around excitedly, flashing me a beautiful smile. 

That was the least I could do for this grumpy fellow that called himself my husband. 

I was sure that I saw him breath in relief, but still—he didn’t even thank me when it was very obvious that he was grateful. 

“My daughter,” His mum said, and held my hand—pulling me out along with her. 

She loved me, and it was very evident in her eyes making me excited. 

She was the only one that I could vouch for loved me in that groove—because I noticed some weird look on the faces of other people when they saw me. 

But still—I heard my mother-in-law say “You’re the best bride for my son,” She said, making me turn to have a look at her shockingly. 

“You think I’m the best bride for Eric?” I asked with a creased brow and she chuckled slightly. 

“I know that you are,” She said, making me slightly emotional. 

I engulfed her in a tight hug, as my mind drifted to what happened at the engagement ceremony and how he had refused to acknowledge the fact that I was his mate—which resulted to the rejection. 

“Thank you,” I flashed her a smile the moment I pulled out of the hug.

She returned the smile and walked out, making me look around in awe till I sighted him. 

My throat became parched and I saw a waiter walking out with a drink in a tray when I called for him and took the drink...

I noticed his eyes widened, but I didn’t really pay attention to him and gulped everything at once before returning the cup to his tray and walking out of his presence. 

I walked to the room which I was told was mine with the thought of just arranging my stuffs and returning back to the party when I began to feel weird....

The feeling was strange as I haven’t felt that way before—

It slowly started as a light heat, but then—it became a full fledged heat....

I couldn’t control myself again—and I just wanted someone to lay with me as that was the only way I’d feel better. 

I didn’t have control of myself again and began to wonder who I’d call—but still, the thought of calling Eric crossed my mind but I knew how he’d react. 

He would not sleep with me, not after showing me how much he hated me today. 

The thought of calling a guard flashed my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that on my first day in the groove. 

I laid down on my bed with closed eyes as the heat became unbearable—and I decided to finger myself. 

It all started with a finger before it graduated to three fingers, but still—it didn’t help the matter. 

I was sweating profusely, and when I opened my eyes to figure out what could be done—I saw Eric standing in front of the bed watching what I was doing..

I flushed in embarrassment but then—I couldn’t be shy as I needed something to solve my sudden cravenness for sex. 

A sly smile appeared on my lips when I sighed his boner and knew how he must be hard—

“Wouldn’t you like to have a taste of me now?” I asked, taking slow strides towards him making him move backwards in shock. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about....” He muttered as he walked backwards. 

“Even that?” I stopped and pointed at his hard dick which was bulging out of his trousers. 

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about,” He said and continued... “I wanted to check up on you, but I just figured out that you were busy,” He said and made to leave when I touched his dick in his trousers, and a light smile appeared on my lips. 

I was sure that if he was going to leave my room like that, then he’d have sex with another lady—but since we both needed it, why isn’t he giving it to me?

“I’d suggest you get rid of your pride—we both need this, so why don’t you want to do it with me?” I asked him, touching his dick—until I couldn’t control myself and slipped my hands inside his trousers. 

He groaned and slammed his lips against mine—pushing me to the wall. 

Then the rest was all a story...

I woke up the next morning to see him sleeping beside me and a small smile appeared on my lips. 

I was happy that he didn’t entirely hate me as it seemed and finally had sex with me, but still, I was bothered. 

“Could it be that he slept with me because I begged him for it?” I facepalmed myself and hissed slightly. 

I wasn’t the type to beg me men for sex, Infact I was still a Virgin who lost her virginity last night. 

“Why would I suddenly be craving for sex to the extent of begging a man for it, or even thinking of asking a guard for it?” I wondered and slapped myself really hard...

It was so unusual, but I just couldn’t place a finger on what must have gone wrong. 

I began to wonder what happened through out yesterday but I still couldn’t pin point what exactly must have made me react that way. 

“Or could it be stress?” I wondered slightly as I bit my lips. 

I began to take in most of his sleeping features and I knew for sure that he was a handsome man....

I was still staring at him as I smiled beautiful when his eyes flew open—shooting glares at me. 

He sprang up from the bed and wore his boxers before picking the rest of his things and walked out of my room....without even sparing me a glance it the process. 

“What just happened?” I wondered as a painful smile appeared on my lips. 

This simple act of his made it obvious that there was nothing that could be done to make him love me. 

“Gosh,” I facepalmed myself.