In Love With My Contract Wife

Chapter seven

~Egon~

“We talked about this, you call or text before coming.” I said very clearly, trying my very best to maintain my tone as I knew anything involving cherry definitely was going to give headaches.

“But I never had to. What’s going on? And why is the new maid coming up to our bedroom?” She went on freaky, sounding like the most slutty thing with the way her mouth moved stained with that big bright red colour.

By now I would I’ve had her on her fours with my hand choking her and bringing her to the point where she’ll have tears coming out her eyes.

The image wasn’t forming properly like it should and I could only hear Ava’s response resounding clearly in my head. She sounded pissed and a lot more active than I thought she would be.

I mean that could be a lot useful when we start getting busy…. s**t! Focus man!

“Why is she going up there?” She asked again, putting her hands on her as I stopped her from walking upstairs.

“Do I have to say it myself?” My hand found my face in the most disappointed way as I rubbed my forehead lightly.

I’ve been f**king with a pretty dumb one.

“Wait, she's the one you got married to?”

She finally caught on and the hell the expression on her face told me all that she wasn’t pleased with it.

Not like I cared, I just wanted to secure a hole for myself for when Ava is gone .

“Yes and I'm hoping there’s no problem with that.” It wasn’t a question I needed answers to.

Was telling her just exactly as it was and going to be.

Her frown deepened with so anger written on her while her nose scrunches up in disapproval “definitely can’t be her, pick someone else.” She looks up at me like her words matter as her hands fold up together, purposely pushing up her breast so I could take a good look since she wasn’t wearing bras.

“And what makes you think that I’ll divorce my new found wife?” I let out a huff, finding this all as the biggest joke ever.

“You married her already?!” She screamed out and I was sure Ava definitely heard it if she wasn’t asleep by now.

“Keep it down pipey, I have a wife upstairs. Just go home, we'll talk about it tomorrow.” It wasn’t a big deal and I wasn’t finding the fact that I was acting outright direct with her.

Playing gambles with my future safe hole but nah it was cherry, she’s always available.

“It’s not like there’s anything to be worried about.” I dropped in as the knowledge of anything s****l happening with Ava was nearly impossible.

“You think so? I saw her and we both know the obvious!” She barked out causing another ruckus as my eyes moved to look upward like I could see directly if it disturbed Ava.

“Yea I think so. What's obvious that I don’t know.” I looked at her to let her know that she’s overreacting and freaking out for no goddamn reason.

“Don’t play with me Egon, we both saw her and if she’s no good to be a maid then definitely not qualified to be your pretend wife for your grandfather's surgery.” She pointed out refusing to stop acting out.

She stormed out, refusing to calm down and I didn’t bother stopping her.

“What’s the f*****g obvious that I’m not aware of?” …

I got up in minutes and quietly turned the knob and stepped in, taking in the perfect pitch black room as the lights were turned off.

I thought I was going to have an issue with that because I didn't know if she liked to have the lights on or off.

Did I hear her talk about wanting something like a separate room? Yes I did

Would I adhere to that? Simply no.

I didn’t think much about it as I didn’t want to overthink it or talk about the fact that whatever rules she was going to think were null if I didn’t approve of them.

And I was having a pretty strong feeling that all of her rules and requests would probably be turned down.

I got out of my pants and I got into bed with just my briefs as I took the top off me and flinged it, so I could get a lot comfortable.

At least we didn’t have to argue as she wasn’t sleeping on the side of the bed where I always slept.

I turned to her lying flatly with my arms giving me an edge so I could take a proper look.

Pretty long hair, nice soft lips, a so f**king pretty young face. I could hear the alarms ring off as I stayed longer watching her sleep like she didn’t have a single care in the world.

Well, let's leave that trouble for tomorrow morning when she’s fully awake and can go back to bickering and I can calmly enjoy her trying to talk back.

I did the unimaginable and pulled her close to me, made her rest up on my chest without waking her up.

She felt so soft and her not so little bumps on her chest putting images in my head.

Nah.. I'm not backing down. I’ll just think of anything else and have her go all biserck tomorrow morning.

I think I see what’s so obvious to cherry but I’ll never say.