Got married by mistake

Naive

OLIVIA

“Wouldn’t Wilson be anger when he found out that I’m with you?” Sophie said as she drank her cappuccino.

I invited her to wander around because I missed her so much. I have forgiven her for what she did although I know she feels that our relationship is cracked.

And one more thing, I want her to prove that she doesn’t love Wilson anymore.

“A thing he doesn’t know would hurt him.” I said smiling.

I was startled when my cellphone rang. I immediately picked it up and answered when I saw Wilson’s name as the caller.

“HI, will,” I said softly.

“What are you doing? Why is there noise there?”

“”Hmm, I’m at the mall,” I said.

“Who’s with you?” I looked at Sophie who was now also looking at me and listening to Wilson and I talk.

“Uhm—“

“And don’t you dare lie to me.” He said menacing.

I sighed. Defeated. “I’m with Sophie.”

“Uhh. Okay. Enjoy, wife. Be ready when you get home. Take care.” He said sarcastically before he hangs up.

“Eh.” I was suddenly nervous at that Wilson said.

He sounds mad because I didn’t follow his instructions. I can’t stay away from her. Even though Sophie is crazy, I would never stay away from her.

“He’s had. I guess.” Sophie sighed.

I cleared my throat and smile sweetly at Sophie. “Don’t mind him. Come on, let’s go shopping.”

“But, Olivia.”

I smiled at her and pulled over to the Carlos shopping stalls. Wilson disappeared from my mind for a moment. It was as if I had lost weight in my chest, the lightness of the feeling. It’s always like this, we don’t have any problems.

We got home late at night because I didn’t have the time. I turned off the car when I parked in front of our house.

I swallowed a few times while looking at Wilson’s car. He came back earlier than before, already broken.

I got out of the car and turned around to pick my groceries. I carefully opened the door and went inside.

“Wilson?” I called him. I put the paper bags down on the sofa and went to the kitchen because I could hear noises from there.

“It’s good that you’re home. We’re going to eat.” He says coldly as he place the plate on the table.

“Ahm, Wilson … what?”

He didn’t look at me and sat on his chair.

“What, cause…” I averted my eyes. “Sophie and I are outside.”

He looked at me for a moment. His expression went blank. “Okay.”

I bit my lower lip. Oh no. He’s doing the silent treatment.

I wanted to help him put away what he was eating but he refused me. I went to our room and got dressed for bed. I’ve been rolling around in bed a few times but I still can’t sleep.

The bed was big when he’s here. I went downstairs and saw him watching a basketball game in the living room while holding a bottle of beer. I yelled at him but he walked away from me immediately.

“Wilson.”

“Go to sleep. You’re tired of hanging out with Sophie.” He said coldly.

I pulled his hand holding the bottle of beer so it fell and broke.

“God damn it, Olivia!” He shouts at me.

I paled at the sight of his anger. The corner of my eye heats up.

“I’m sorry.” I stood up and was about to pick up the crystals when Wilson stopped me.

“I said, go to sleep!” He says emphatically. I bowed.

I could hold back the tears anymore so I started crying. I felt his grip on my hand loosen.

Is my son that serious for him to treat me this way? I grabbed my hand that he was holding and quickly ran into our room.

I covered myself with a blanket and quietly cried. I don’t know how long I’ve been crying. I heard our bedroom door open and close. Moments later I felt the mattress next to me sink.

“Olivia ..” he sighed.

I suppressed the sob coming out of my mouth. I tightened my grip on the blanket that covered me. His hand caressed my waist.

“Talk to me.”

“No. You’ll shout at me again.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just mad because you met with Sophie again.”

I removed the blanket and looked at him. “Of course, she’s my sister. What’s your problem with that? Do you still have feelings for her?”

“Olivia…”

“Can’t you just get along with her?”

He frowned and laughed softly. “You want us to get along? Impossible. Olivia, may I remind you that she was supposed to be the woman that I will marry and not you. And you want us to get along?”

I stood up to leave the room but he stopped me. His expression softened. “Well, I’m sorry. But, Olivia, we can’t just get along because you want us to. She’s is my past lover, don’t you get it?”

“You’re lying, aren’t you? You still have feelings for her so you just want get to stay away.”

His face became serious. “What do you want me to do to make you believe that I don’t love her anymore?”

“Talk to her. I’ll make me happy too.”

He took a deep breath. “The reason I don’t want get to come near us is that I’m just protecting you.”

He touched both my cheeks and pressed our foreheads together. “If Sophie and I are close and with you, you will inevitably get hurt. We are part lovers. There are things Sophie knows that you don’t know about me. And maybe you can compare yourself to her. I know you’re still insecure. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

How did he know I was insecure with Sophie? However, I did not reveal that to him when we met.

I read the sincerity in his puffy eyes. It was nice to hear what Wilson had to say. I can feel my heart race.

“Thank you, honey.” I smiled and hugged him tightly. I looked up at him. There was a strange glean in his rites. “Wilson, what do you feel about me?”

He didn’t answer for a long while. So long that I didn’t think he would even reply. And I was right. He didn’t reply. Instead, he grasped my chin with his hands and then his mouth covered mine.

I groaned in disappointment when Wilson broke the kiss, but he ignored the protest and lifted me into his arms. He lowered me in the bed and leaned over me. He kissed my lip again.

“You make me happy in a way no one else can.” He whispered.

Wilson continued to drive me wild with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth as he nibbled on my bottom lip before sucking on it. His hands traveled down the bumps of my spine, calloused fingers sneaking beneath the hem of my shirt.

I shivered add he began sliding the material up, those strong hands caressing my stomach, moving closer and closer to the underside of my breasts.

“Ready for this?”

Yes, but…”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence, because the next thing I knew, he yanked his Shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then shoved his sweatpants down his legs.

I gasped at him, my heart pounding even harder. My gaze dated around like a pinball unable to land on one particular spot. Every inch of him was pure perfection, from his smooth, tanned skin to his right six packs, from the muscular thighs dusted with golden hair to the unmistakable erection beneath his black boxer briefs.

At the speed of events, I didn’t even notice that I was already n***d.

The warmth of his mouth surrounded that swollen bud as he suckled on it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my system. It felt so good I almost fell over again, but Wilson gripped my hips to keep me in place. He made little sounds of happiness as he devoured my womanhood.

He covered my body with him, the weight of him sending a jolt of exhilaration through me, and then his mouth captured mine in a punishing kiss that left me gasping for air. His heavy erection rested between my legs, but he didn’t thrust it inside me. He just kept kissing me, pooping himself up with one arm while his free hand drifted to my chest.

I wasn’t prepared for his first throat. It was so fast and so deep I gasped in startled delight as my body stretched to accommodate him.

“Wilson!” I felt so much pain. I couldn’t bear it.

“Damn it!” Wilson’s features tended as if he was trying desperately not to lose control. He eased out a few inches, then slowly slammed right back in, and Sue enough, his face took on a tortured expression.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Move on.” I missed.

Wilson grabbed one of my legs and lifted it to his hip so he could drive deeper. A moment later we both let out a hoarse groan abeg started to c*m, the heat of his warm release warming my core right through eve the latex.

He lay on top of me. I didn’t even feel the weight of him because of what happened.

“You’re mine and I’m yours. It’s official.” He said breathlessly and squeezed my neck.

“You’re mine,” I repeated what he said.

“You’ve got what I need.” He traced the line of my jaw.