Chapter 4: The secret
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I had been a month since they had been married and things were exactly as Dominic intended but worse than Crystal expected. Yes she was given the privileges of of the one woman who bore the name Sinclair– and these privileges were quite the list, riddled with all sorts of special treatments and luxury–But she felt like she was on the outside. She was married but it felt far from it, she felt more like an outsider who happened to be favoured by the Oh so mighty Sinclair golden boy.
It was a month since they got married and Mr Sinclair had not spent a night in the same bed with her, even their wedding night, they spent that in different rooms, but she could understand that given that she passed out just before the ceremonial kiss which was rather embarrassing. But still, she was a woman with needs to be satisfied and no one to satisfy them, she was growing inpatient
She had woken up in her heaven made bed like every other night with her breakfast set right next to her like every other morning. She was meant to be waking next to her husband, not a meal.
So she got up from her bed and headed straight for the master bedroom of the house, she still knew her way there event though she had not gone there since she got married to him
“Miss Sinclair” a maid at the house called out to her after seeing her make her way to the master bedroom which was a very strange and unusual sight.
“Yes,” she turned around in her response to put a face to the voice. It was Mary, the maid who had welcomed her to the Sinclair Mansion on her wedding day
“I’m sorry ma’am, but where are you going” she asked politely
“To my husband’s room” Crystal replied affirmatively
Mary could tell she was bent on going and nothing would deter her so she didn’t bother trying
“I apologize Mrs Sinclair” Mary replied with a head bow
Crystal made her way to the master bedroom and stopped at the door, all of a sudden she was a victim of cold feet. Her built up courage and confidence had only but soon vanished leaving a gradually increasing sense of apprehension and fear
The feeling was rather familiar to her, just how she felt before the disgraceful fall. But no, she could not let that happen again
She braced herself and after a deep breath she held the door knob and opened the door
Silence
“Huh?” She was startled
The room was empty. But how could it be, it was still too early for anyone to leave the house. She immediately stepped in and locked the door behind her and decided to go on a mini exploration of this room generously ravished with grandeur and splendor
“Mr Sinclair!” she called out to make sure the room was empty and got no reply. That was her cue to go ahead
Her eye immediately caught something that seemed out of place. She walked toward the desk where it was, it was a medication bottle. She picked it up in curiosity and saw that it read ‘Avanafil’. Her curiousity would not let her stop so she decided to place her hand on the the lid to open it, and just as she did that, she heard the door swing open
“What the f**k are you doing in my room” Mr Sinclair yelled in anger standing at the entrance of the door
Crystal was struck with fear, it was as though all her organs and senses had shut down. She stood still holding the bottle in her hand unconsciously
“And what are you doing with that” He took brisk steps towards her and jacked the bottle out of her hand shoving her to the side snapping her out of her shock. He took the bottle and placed it back on the desk
“Im sorry Mr Sinclair” with remorse in her tone she apologized
He spared her no reply with his back still turned to her
“I just came looking for you, I didnt mean to” She added. “I-”
“Just leave” He interrupted in a dark tone
Crystal stood there unfazed
He remained with his back against her. “Did you not hear me I said l-”
“I will not” She shot back. “Ive had enough”
“Enough of what” he replied loudy as he turned to her.
“Enough of all your bullsh*t, enough of you pushing me away, enough of you treating me like I don exist, enough of you acting like we arent married” She replied with emphasis and an increasing tone in every word. She exhaled when she finished surprised at her self that she just spoke those words
“It was a contract marriage, and nothing more” He said with his eyes fixed on her
“Is that all you want it to be” she replied him with keeping her gaze on him.
The tension in the room was palpable with a short moment of silence that filled the room
“Listen Mr Sinclair-”
“Dont call me that” He whispered. “It’s Dominic to you now”
She felt a cold thrill violently run down her spine but she kept herself together
“Okay Dominic”It rolled of her tongue like honey. “I just-”
Dominic grabbed her waist and pulled her to him and gave her lips a kiss. She was shocked initially but the shock was soon overcome by a deep sense of pleasure and passion
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him in same manner. Both now lost in their own world of their deepest desires. It felt like eternity and the world around Crystal faded, she had never experienced so much s****l tension before. She took her hand and placed it on his d**k, and immediately Dominic pulled back from the kiss, the look in his eye was different.
“What’s wrong?” Crystal asked in confusion
“Leave” Dominic said with a calm yet solid tone as he walked towards the door to open it for her
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No you didn’t just leave” Dominic did not even spare her eye contact
“Shcoked and confused, Crystal stepped out of the room
F**k you she said as she left, Dominic gave no reply but slammed the door behind her after she left. Frustrated and angry Crystal made her way to her room trying to understand what happened and why that happened
“Avanafil” she whispered to herself as she remembered the drug bottle in his room, she immediately drew out her phone to search what it was, within seconds the results were out. She could not believe her eyes, all her questions were immediately answered, it made complete sense why he was not sleeping in the same bed with her, why he never touched her and why he chased her out after her s****l advancement. It finally made sense
“My husband is-”
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