Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 8

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

She placed me on the bed and headed upstairs. She gently pressed her lips against mine, kissing me eagerly. Then, she stood up. I noticed her removing her belt, causing my eyes to widen.

"Next time, Estria, don't hang out with that girl," she advised. After taking off her t-shirt and belt, she proceeded to remove her pants, leaving only a sports bra and boxers.

"I already warned you about this, yet you did it again," she admonished. She climbed on top of me once more, tearing my clothes this time. I'm left wearing only a bra and panties. As her gaze fell upon my chest, I quickly covered it with my hands.

"Kian, please don't do this to me. Don't repeat what you did before," I begged her, hoping she would grant me permission.

She ignored me and removed my hand covering my mouth. Then, she took off her sports bra and boxers, leaving herself naked.

"Kian, please don't do this again," I pleaded, but she ignored me and continued with what she was doing.

"You're mine, Asteria," she declared before kissing me again.

"You're mine alone," she whispered before starting to move inside me. The pace wasn't slow or fast, just right. Afterward, she leaned beside me.

"It's not good, i'm sorry" she apologized. Does she truly mean it?

"You're bad, Kian," I scolded, lightly beating her chest in annoyance.

"I'm really sorry, Estria."

"You're so awful," tears continued to flow from my eyes.

"Estria, I'm sorry," she whispered as she hugged me. I stopped speaking and just cried into her embrace.

The next day...

My head felt like it was splitting open with a headache. Despite the pain, I stood up, noticing that Kian was no longer by my side.

Perhaps Kian is at the office or with Kate. Upon entering the kitchen, I found no prepared meals, and my hunger persisted. I searched the fridge for something to eat, but I struggled to decide. What should I eat? I'm hungry.

After deciding to take a shower, I swiftly headed to my car. Once in my car, I ensured everything was ready. I planned to go to Jollibee for a meal. Upon arriving, I quickly found a place to sit and ordered my food. Once it arrived, I dug in and enjoyed my meal.

While eating, something caught my eye: Kian and Kate, That explained why she wasn't by my side when I woke up; she was with her again. My suspicions were confirmed. Rather than letting their presence affect me, I focused on satisfying my hunger. I decided to let them handle their own lives.

After finishing my meal, I left and made my way back to my car. Admitting to my laziness, I remained seated without preparing to leave. I noticed Kian's car nearby, and observed both of them heading towards it.

"Babe, why don't you break up with that clingy girl," I heard Kate say. Hearing her refer to me as a "clingy girl" stung. It's something I really detest.

"It's getting close, don't mess it up, babe," I heard Kate say. The pain pierced through me. Why is she like that? They seems together.

I accelerated my car quickly, nearly hitting them.

"What?!" I heard the screams of the two lovers. I pressed down on the accelerator even harder. As I drove, I felt nauseous and had to stop the car for a moment. Thankfully, I managed to hold back my vomit. I'm fed up with their nonsense.

When I arrived home, I went straight to the bathroom because my throat was hurting. Why am I vomiting? I ate fast food early in the morning. Perhaps it's from the greasy food I had yesterday, or maybe it's something else now. I'm not sure anymore.

After throwing up, I went to bed feeling unwell, and eventually drifted off to sleep. Perhaps I'll just go back to sleep again. I woke up when I sensed someone staring at me.

When I opened my eyes, Kian greeted me. The girl whom I love but doesn't like me met my gaze. I immediately looked away, feeling like I was going to vomit. Without saying a word, I ran to the bathroom.

I felt Kian following me, but I chose to ignore her. I continued to vomit.

"What's wrong?" She asked with a concerned tone. I scoffed inwardly, feeling doubtful that anyone genuinely cared. Exiting the bathroom, I headed back to bed, laying down and closing my eyes once more. The desire to sleep persisted.

"Does anything hurt?" asked the girl who didn't like me. Why is she asking questions? I only feel more hurt when she treats me like that. I remained silent, choosing not to answer. I stood up and left, making my way downstairs to the kitchen. There, I grabbed a drink and gulped it down, feeling the cool water soothe me.

"It tastes weird," I complained, setting the drink aside. I wandered into the living room and turned on the flat-screen TV, but I lost interest immediately. I didn't feel like watching anymore. Unsure of what to do next, I returned to my room and grabbed a jacket.

"Where are you going?" Kian asked once more. Ignoring the question, I headed to the car. I decided to go look for mangoes, as I enjoy them.

I arrived at the market, only to find it already closed. Checking the time, I muttered, "What time is it, anyway?" Disappointed, I drove to the mall, noticing a familiar car following me. I sighed, deciding to let it be. She must be tired too.

The mall was also closed when I arrived. Glancing at my watch, I realized it was eleven at night. That explained why the malls and supermarkets were closed. I had assumed it was only around eight in the evening. I chastised myself for not checking the time sooner.

I still craving mangoes, I imagined their taste and found myself growing hungrier. I parked my car in front of my mom's house and rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. Irritated, I wondered if the guard was asleep.

"I want a mango!" I shouted, my craving for mangoes intensifying. "I need mango, I need mango."

The car following me turned out to be Kian. Wait... Kian? As in my wife? Why is she following me? Hope flickered in my heart, wondering if she was genuinely concerned about me. I returned to my car with a smile, but I still hadn't found a mango.

"Where can I find mangoes?" I pondered to myself. "I could search for a mango tree and climb it."