The Hating Game

Chapter Three

CLEO

I injured his pride. I didn't mean to though, didn't he understand It's not my fault that I have unfinished business with one man and I am now forced to share a bed with yet another man to fulfill my marriage duties, though I'd be lying if I said it wasn't enjoyable and didn't mean more than that. At that moment, all things faded and I didn't seem to be thinking about Luca at all, it was just me and Louis so I wonder why I called out his name. Must be a force of habit or something.

What would Luca do if he finds out that I've allowed some other man to do things to my body I never let him try? On one hand, I want to run after my husband and beg his forgiveness but on the other hand, I still have this loyalty to my ex-boyfriend. What am I going to do? I never even got the chance to end things properly with him before beginning my life anew with someone else. I barely even had the time to meet with him and clarify things, the past couple of days passed rather hastily. I wonder who thought it was a good idea to invite him to the wedding in the first place.

My life is a mess and I have no one to blame but myself and that's what goes through my mind as I fall deeply into a sound and dreamless sleep.

I awake very early the next morning to the pitter-patter of rain on the window and I hurriedly take a shower and rush downstairs, praying to God that today would be different. That Louis must have forgotten what happened last night. He sees me come to the kitchen and gets up to walk in the other direction. I guess it's still fresh in his mind then but I don't let him leave, I stand up and block him with my hands akimbo

"Good morning husband," I say, flashing him my biggest smile

He doesn't say anything or even acknowledge me. I'm usually a very good judge of character but I think it speaks more to the testament of my abilities that I'm unable to read him. His face seems to be knotted in some perpetual scowl. He then picks me up from the floor, drops me behind him, and continues on his way.

"Right, the silent treatment. How very mature of you." I say running after him to catch up to his big strides.

"We are here alone in this big resort, the least you could do is talk to me or even acknowledge that I'm also not happy about this predicament we've found ourselves in."

"No shit.", he says under his breath

"There we go, progress.", but he walks into a room and slams the door in my face.

I don't have time to deal with a petulant manchild this morning. I make myself some breakfast and read a book. The rain has stopped now and the pool seems inviting so I go in and do five laps. I've always loved swimming, it calms me. One thing about me is my ability to make the best out of any and every situation, especially bad ones. If the person who brought me here chooses to ignore me then so be it.

I fall asleep reading the book and when I woke up and go inside to check my mail, I discovered that the internet has been turned off. How convenient.

I see he hasn't been downstairs since I left so I trudge to his door and start to knock. I can hear him moving inside but he doesn't come to the door. I get so pissed off and increase the velocity of my knocks, and lean on the door. He finally opens it with so much force, I have no time to prepare as I feel the weight change underneath and I fall face down on the ground.

I get up and am about to start yelling about how mad he makes me when he grabs me and hoists me onto the bed.

" You don't quit, do you? Take your clothes off.", he says most brutally and annoyingly ever. Ideally, I'm supposed to be offended but I don't have the willpower to fight him, not when he's looking at me with so much intensity. It's like his eyes hold too much power over me.

"You take it off," I say, daring him and that's exactly what he sets about doing.

He likes challenges, I can see in his eyes that he's reveling in this

He peels away my sundress slowly and it falls to a poodle beneath my feet. I try to hide under the comforter but he pulls it away.

"Let me look at you," he says.

He regards me for a minute and swallows, hard

"I thought you said, you wouldn't touch me again."

"Well, I have changed my mind."

His hands start to softly caress my body and I fall apart underneath his touch. His big, strong hands feel so natural on my skin, so gentle. He trails kisses along my neck and I'm pretty sure, I'm going to be getting a hickey from all that. I start to moan unconsciously, arching my hips towards him.

His big hands lift me and turn me over and he starts to go lower and I bite my lips in a fit of ecstasy. It feels great to know he can't see my face. I don't want him to know how much this affects me but at that moment, my body betrays me and I say out loud to him.

"Don't stop, please."

He chuckles and steps away for a while. My eyes are closed so I can't tell what's happening or what he's doing but whatever it is, he sure takes his time before coming back as I feel him sit on the bed. I close my eyes tightly and clasp my boobs tightly because I'm scared that if I open them he would be able to see just how much I desire him and I may end up having to beg him to take me.

He picks me up and makes me straddle him, and I face him blushing shyly. He notices how my hands are on my chest and he blows on them.

"Please let me see." I reluctantly take away my hands hoping to God that he likes what he sees

"Beautiful," He says and I don't believe him because that's the one part of my body I've always been so insecure about. "I mean that they're perfect."

I blush so hard and turn my face away from his countenance. He reaches for my chin and turns my head in his direction. He grabs my breast and squeezes gently causing me to gasp and him to grunt his approval and I know he's enjoying this as much as I am.

He kisses me passionately again, all the while, his hands never leaving my boobs, he flicks one n****e with his thumb and sucks on the other causing both to get erect in just a matter of time. I've always had such sensitive breasts and at this point, I'm so turned on and impatient, I start to thrust my hips and grind on his bulge. Anyone looking at me now would think I was an expert in such matters but the truth is I had never even been with a man. Luca and I were waiting till we got married.

"Beautiful", he whispers again as his lips find mine.

I kiss him, giving rein to my unbridled passion and his expression seems to match mine.

"Now please, Louis. I can't wait anymore." I cry out and he listens because he gets naked. I close my eyes, hoping it'd be good, for both our sakes because I heard first times are mostly about pain and not enjoyable.

The tip of his p***s finds my wetness and I gasp.

"f**k, you're so tight. You're not a virgin are you?" he asks looking at me but I don't say a word

"f**k, I can't do this." he starts to leave but I hold him back.

"Please, Louis," I beg him. "I haven't wanted anything so much in my life," I say, kissing his neck and nibbling his earlobe. This seems to break his resolve because he shifts his weight over me again and says.

"Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable."

He penetrates me fully and I gasp. My eyes start to tear up and he kisses them. He pushes in gently and slowly but soon after my body gets used to the feeling, I start to enjoy the heightened sensation and my body starts to match his every thrust with a wriggle of my hips and we both climax in seconds of each other.

After I clean myself up, I come back to bed to join him but he's sitting in a chair across the bed. I won't lie. I'm a little bit disappointed but I try not to show it.

"Do you love him?"

"What?"

"Do you love Luca? Please don't lie to me after everything we've just shared."

"Yeah...yes I love him."

"Then why did you agree to marry me? You had so many chances to run away or say no."

"It's complicated."

"Time is all I have."

I break down and tell him everything. I can't tell what he's thinking because his face remains passive throughout

When I'm done with my story. He regards me closely as if to judge if I'm saying the truth and then he gets up to leave.

"Where are you going," I say and start to follow him

" I need to be alone for a while," he says.

I hear his footsteps descend the stairs and I fall back into bed. What's wrong with him?

I listen for him but it's pretty silent for a long. The next thing I hear is him on the phone. His voice is pretty muffled but I'm pretty sure I hear him say

"Mum, we need to talk."