DEAR HUSBAND

FOUR

ANDREA’S POV – OUT OF CHICAGO

“Felix!” I called out, but he wasn't paying attention.

His gaze, his mind and his soul was somewhere else entirely and I couldn't figure what was that.

I turned to the direction he was facing, the direction of his stare, trying to figure out what had captivated him so immensely, but I saw nothing.

There was no one.

“Felix!” I beckoned again, louder this time.

He jolted, blinking rapidly – he was absent minded.

I had pulled him off from a deep thought.

“Hmmm,” he replied, wiping the drop of sweat that formed on his forehead hastily.

His expression – that of panic, uncertainty and something that felt like guilt.

“What is it? What were you staring at that way,” my curiosity broke through and I was compelled to ask, turning again to see if I could capture what got him in that mood.

“I'm fine,” he murmured, attempting to be normal. But I had caught him.

“You don't look fine, like you say you are,” I countered, studying his facials.

I made that reply, just to let him know he couldn't pretend around me.

His gray eyes studied me for what felt like forever.

Darkening, as the silence stretched.

There was something about the intensity of that gaze that sent shivers down my spine.

I was scared – Scared of that darkened stare.

“Of course, I'm not fine.” He confessed. His voice was laced with frustration.

I felt so special knowing he could confide in me. His honesty startled me.

“What is it, love?” I whispered, cupping his face with my palms as I closed the distance between us.

Our breaths mingling, hearts racing.

His warm breath heating my already flushed cheeks. I was losing control of myself finally.

His gray eyes roamed every inch of my body, slow yet deliberate.

Then with a deep menacing chuckle, he spitted it – those words.

“Who would be okay, when he has a hot wife who decided to show him her true colors today?”

A tiny, unheard, involuntarily moan escaped my lips and I bit it in response.

My pulse raced rapidly.

My gaze, still fixed on my seductive husband.

“Don't do that again, Andrea.” He warned. His tone, sharp and dangerous.

“Do what?” I questioned, my breath hitching.

I knew what he meant but I needed an answer.

My thighs clenched tightly together – an attempt to suppress the heat building between them.

I had always controlled myself around him, always been careful. But this was different. I couldn't.

Now, I was his wife and there was no need to hold back.

It was impossible.

“Please don't…don't just … don't do it again,” his warnings unsteady like he was forcing it.

“Don't test me, Andrea.”

The heat surrounding us was consuming and if we weren't careful, it would burn us there and then.

“There's a driver here,” I whispered into his ears. My voice barely audible.

“So definitely, you are safe.”

“For now though,” I retreated to my space, leaving him like I intended – needy like I knew he was.

I faced the window, not sparing him a glance. My every move, calculated. A victorious smirk visible on my face.

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A plane!

I blinked, my eyes scanning the environment to be sure I wasn't seeing things.

What were we doing in a hanger?

No – I definitely wasn't seeing things.

We were in a private hanger.

“Felix!” I reached out, confused but he was already out of the car.

What was going on? Everything seemed planned.

“Mi lady,” he calmly said. His right hand urged me to get out of the car after he had opened it.

I hesitated at first, panic washing over me. But his bright smile beckoned me.

Fuck! I married a gentle man.

“Felix, why are we here?” I asked, alighting from the car.

My eyes roamed around again and I sighted it.

‘ROWLAND’S’.

The inscription of my new surname. Then it hit me.

This wasn't just any private hanger – it was Felix's.

My husband's.

“Felix…” I mumbled, already wrapped in his arms. His sinful lips found mine and again we were engrossed in a tempting kiss.

I totally forgot every question I had.

“Mr. Rowland! Welcome!”

A soft feminine voice spoke, breaking us from our private world again.

From the way she was dressed, it was obvious she was a flight attendant.

Her smile, polite – too polite, and not leaving her face for minute.

“Good day Mrs. Rowland,” she smiled at me, and I found myself smiling back.

Without dwelling much on me, she turned back to Felix.

“Everything is prepared, sir,” she added, this time with an unmistakable look. Her once polite eyes seductively staring at him.

I guess I was just being paranoid ever since Allison, so I shook it off.

“Perfect,” Felix replied, not sparing her a single glance. His attention solely on me and his plans.

I was lost, left out and it was already feeling weird.

What had they planned?

Was I going to spend my honeymoon in a private jet?

This was never the plan.

“Babe, what exactly is prepared?” I asked, following closely from behind.

“Felix…Felix, talk to me. I'm lost.” I finally confessed my ignorance.

He remained silent, guiding towards the plane.

His arms wrapped possessively around mine until we arrived at the entrance of the plane.

“Where are we going?” I pressed again.

Finally, he turned to me.

Silence engulfed us.

His gray, perfect eyes, filled with mystery.

Then without a warning, it happened.

I was lifted up in his strong arms.

I gasped, my palms firmly placed on his chest upon the impact.

My eyes locked onto his in shock and searching for answers.

“I would never let you fall…always remember that,” he reminded when he noticed how scared I was.

“Where are we going? Please just reply to me,” I pleaded again.

“Out of Chicago,” he simply said, climbing the stairs into the plane.

“Wait…what?” I exclaimed, shocked.

He wasn't even looking at me again. His eyes focused on his only destination.

“That wasn't the plan, Felix,” I protested.

He didn't respond. Instead he carried me inside, his grip firm, his mind set.

Silence still surrounded us. Then it occurred to me,Felix wasn't going to hear me out.

“Things don't always have to go as you have planned, Andrea,” he made his point, lowering me down to my feet.

I opened my mouth to argue, but he hushed me with a finger on my lips.

“You wanted a quiet wedding ceremony. I gave it to you right?” He questioned.

I nodded in response. My arms wrapped around his neck, his around my waist. Our eyes telling each other a lot of things.

“So you'll let me have the honeymoon I want. Agreed?”

Without thinking much, I locked my lips in his. Enjoying that taste of sin, dipped honey.

“Is that a yes?” He inquired seductively.

I nodded slowly and he squeezed my butt cheeks.

“Good girl,” he complimented.

A wicked grin spread across his face.

“C'mon go refreshen. This white dress must be tiring,” I heard him say.

“There's a dress in there. Put it on for me please,” he pleaded and I agreed.

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Arriving at the private suite after his directions, I saw it – the dress.

A black satin, short, revealing dress. It was draped elegantly over the bed, waiting to grace the elegance of my body.

Damn – it was perfect.

I picked it up, running my fingers over the smooth fabric as I admired it.

It was exactly how I liked it – seductive, bold and dangerous.

“You do have a good taste, dear husband,” I whispered, slipping into it.

I stood at the big mirror portraying my reflection. I was admiring its beauty on my body.

The color black, contrasted beautifully with my skin, making it glow even more.

—––––––

“Dear husband,” I purred, announcing my presence to the man I was dressed for.

My wrapped hair – I let loose, falling down to my waist.

His head snapped up immediately.

“Andrea… is that you?” He questioned, as if in disbelief.

I smiled, walking seductively to where he was seated. My presence, heating him up.

“Who else?” I teased, biting my lips.

I saw the effect of what I was doing and I blushed.

I was wet and it showed when the soft buds in my chest region formed a hard nut, poking visibly through the dress.

“You look…you are stunning,” he exhaled with difficulty.

Standing in between his legs, his strong palms roamed my open thighs and I moaned softly, tilting my head backwards.

Unaware of how it happened, I was already sitting on his legs facing him.

I felt it, the hardness of his c**k poking my soft wet area and I stiffened.

A soft unplanned gasp leaving my lips.

Felix was hard and I caused it.

A small devilish smirk left my lips and I felt fulfilled.

“Kiss me, baby,” he growled a feisty command. His palms fondling my breasts – cupping and teasing my already hardened n****e through the fabric.

I obeyed, moaning uncontrollably.

His soft kiss, rough with passion and I adapted immediately – licking, sucking and searching aggressively.

A messy kiss it was – heated with pure fire.

After like forever, his mouth moved lower.

Fuck! He was good with neck kisses.

“Felix..,” I growled, tilting my head backwards. His palms, still roaming my thighs.

Like it wasn't enough…

His warm mouth found its way to my firm n*****s.

“Felix…” I moaned a cry, struggling between my breath.

His black– raven hair, filling my palms.

His tongue fully focused on my left n****e.

He was teasing, licking, sucking and biting while he fondled the other attended to by his palm and fingers.

He continued in sequence.

Just when I thought we were going all the way, he pulled back.

His gray eyes searching mine – God! I was wasted.

“Are you sure about tonight, Andrea?”

Those words of his, felt like a dagger in my chest.

My pupils dilated in fear, horror and guilt.

My throat went dry.

He had no idea. He wasn't aware.

I knew I had anticipated this day but it was too soon.

I forced a smile, avoiding his concerned gaze.

“Let see,” I nodded my head, getting off his laps.

“Come here,” he exhaled, pulling me gently into his chest.

What had I done?

My mind spiraled, as my guilt crept in – eating me up.

I remained in that position, wrapped in his warmth – thinking and regretting until the strong force of sleep claimed me.