Another Woman!
1823 Words
Her heart raced inside her chest.
She shut her eyes tightly and waited for the worse.
Derrick's hands slowly left her as he turned his back against her.
“He…. he's lying. I didn't do anything with him, I promise.”
Derrick's eyes darkened. For some reason he believed her but didn't want her to know he did.
He silently wondered why exactly he felt overly protective of her even when he knew deep down that he didn't care.
“I'm sorry,” Charlotte added, not knowing what exactly was going through his mind as he stood there.
“Go take a shower and go to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”
He said coldly.
On another note, he imagined that another man had the guts to hold his wife in a way he had never held her before, so a crazy thought ran through his mind.
Tom sent him a message and after typing back a response, he turned to face her.
She flinched back in fear when he started taking strides towards her.
“I'd be a fool to believe you were never intimate with a man before now. Seeing how easily you were able to throw yourself at my stepbrother”
“I…”
“Shh,” his fingers went up his lips and he slowly started taking off his shirt.
“What are you...”
“I figured we could take a shower together instead. I need to wash off the touch of another man on my wife's skin.”
She instinctively used her hands to cover her chest while he kept unbuttoning his shirt as slowly as possible, hoping to torment her.
He knew he was well-built, and the look she had on her face made him realize how naive she really was.
But he wasn't going to let his guard down.
She kept taking her eyes to the ground, but somehow they kept finding their way back to his body.
“Aren't you supposed to be taking off your clothes too or something?” he added, casually removing his gold wristwatch.
She nodded in horror, clutching tightly to her dress and making sure to cover her cleavage properly.
Derrick chuckled and walked into the bathroom and Charlotte immediately released the breath she didn't know she had been holding all along.
“How did my once perfect life get to this point, huh?”
‘Your perfect life? You were obviously living in torture and dreaded waking up every day’ Her subconscious was at it again, and she rolled her eyes.
“At least, I didn't get to see guns and almost get assaulted every day?. It's day one, and I'm already losing my mind.”
When Derrick was done with his shower, he got dressed in comfy but classy night shorts, and put a blue robe on his shirtless body.
He completely ignored her when he walked out of the room with his keys.
“Where is Mr. Handsome going to at this time of the night?” She immediately placed a hand over her lips like she had made a mistake.
“Arghhh. He's cold and doesn't care about you, Charlotte. Why should you care that he's handsome, huh?”
She dragged her tired self into the bathroom and made sure it was locked properly before taking off her clothes.
While the warm shower poured on her body, she found her tears flowing again.
The next morning, she found herself on the bed, clad in a robe she couldn't remember putting on and covered with a pure white blanket.
It took her a minute to process how she ended up there, but nothing was adding up, so she gasped and sat upright.
“No he didn't!”
Apparently, she cried herself to sleep in the shower, right after taking a shower.
“I was unclad!! Arghhh!” She exclaimed in embarrassment, covering her face with her palms.
She immediately ran to the dressing mirror to observe herself properly.
“It doesn't look like anyone touched me…..I don't think I…”
A knock on the door interrupted her little private meeting and her heart started pounding inside her chest.
Could Derrick be the one?
How would he start looking at her now he had seen her in her natural form?
‘What's your natural form?’ her subconscious mind was always out to tease her.
She chuckled awkwardly to herself.
“It's, you know, how I was made as a person?”
‘You mean, your naked frame?’
She blushed shyly and twisted her hair between her fingers. Something she always did whenever she felt extremely shy.
So much for being flattered by your own mind.
‘Well, at least it wouldn't be a crime that your ‘husband’ saw you like that’
“Ehem. You've got to shut it.” She could've sworn she heard it chuckle.
The knock came again, this time, more firm.
“Who is it?” She asked quietly, walking towards the door and praying her heart doesn't fall off her chest.
“Hello, ma'am” It was the maiden from the previous day.
The one who kept bombarding her with descriptions of how things worked around the mansion, said that she didn't even get a chance to grasp anything fully.
“Uhh, hi?”
“I'm going to be assisting you with whatever it is you'd need today. The boss has asked me to get you ready for a gala function.”
The smile on her face looked a bit forced and plastered that she almost couldn't help letting out a chuckle.
She let her come in, and the lady bowed in a way that actually made her let out a chuckle.
“I am Emily, miss. What's your name?”
“Ohh, I'm Charlotte”
“You're welcome here. I always envisioned being the one who'd be assigned to our boss's wife. If he was ever going to get any. Luckily, he's got one now.
Charlotte found her way to the end of the bed to take a seat, while Emily pulled out some stacks of outfits from the wardrobe.
“So, you never thought he'd be getting married?”
“Not exactly. We all knew how much he disliked women after he lost his mother at an early age.
His father didn't help issues by getting married to his mother's supposed friend shortly after she died,” Emily added, almost whispering as she pulled out a pretty blue dress, with a blue fur jacket.
She then proceeded to pull out some undies for her.
“You seem to be younger than I am. How did you get to know all these?”
“My mum was boss Derrick's mother's personal maiden. She used to tell me that I would serve Derrick's wife some day too, and I anticipated it.
Here we are!” She said smilingly as she took all the selected outfits to a rack, beckoning Charlotte to follow her.
Her coffee brown hair, which was packed in a bun, looked absolutely stunning and Charlotte couldn't help but also notice her dimples.
“And uhmm, last night…”
She left the words hanging for Charlotte to catch up.
“You helped dress me?”
“Yes. I know there's no way my boss would have touched you. Haha”
“Is it that serious?”
“He could. But he swore he would never. Maybe you could change things, you're pretty,” she added with a wink, and Charlotte chuckled at it.
Once they were done, they headed towards the dining room where Charlotte had breakfast alone and in peace.
She was really glad and grateful there was no intrusion from any of those creeps.
She silently wondered where Derrick was and if he was going to come over to the dining room as well.
She still had a piece of sandwich on her lips when she saw some maidens speaking to themselves in low voices and walking towards the front yard.
“What's going on?” She turned to Emily, who had the same look on her face.
“I don't know yet.…. Oh!” She exclaimed, scratching her head awkwardly.
“What?”
“She's here”
“Who?”
Immediately, she walked in.
Mandy Derusso.
Her bronze hair and olive skin did everything to everyone who managed a gaze at her. She was stunning.
“Yeah. Her,” Emily said calmly with a pinch of disdain in her voice.
She didn't seem to notice them, but she walked into the house like it belonged to her.
“Who's she? A family relative?”
“Ohh miss Charlotte. I'd be better off not giving you a description. I'd rather you create your own impression of her instead of me.”
“Oh, okay,” Charlotte kept quiet and faced her meal.
Derrick had been away during the night, plotting the launch of new attacks on his counter team with his men, so he could barely avoid the necessary nap that morning.
He had invited Emily in the early hours of the morning to come fix Charlotte up, while he went straight into his work chambers to catch some sleep.
Mandy didn't even care to listen to the guards who were standing in front of his door. She pushed through them all and walked in.
Immediately, Derrick sensed someone, his eyes opened slightly.
“Babyyy,” Mandy exclaimed calmly and leaned in to kiss him.
He immediately got up and pushed her away.
“What on earth are you doing here?" Who even let you in?”
He asked, even though he knew that was a ridiculous question.
She was his betrothed, and that gave her access to his home at any time.
Their union was a core aspect of their wealth and legacy since her father was the biggest mafia king in the Italian region.
“I missed you. Did you miss me?” She added seductively, mildly touching his bare chest.
Derrick slapped her hands off himself and stood up, picking his shirt up immediately.
She wouldn't relent, and also came fully prepared. So she walked up to him and in one snap of her buttons, her short blazers were on the floor, with just undies that barely covered her up, staring right back at Derrick.
She smiled when she saw how dumbstruck he looked at the sight of her body, so she started taking slow and seductive strides towards him.
“I know you've missed this. I came here just for this reason…”
“Wha….what are you doing?!”
“Here, don't you want this too?” Her hands were already wrapped around his shoulders now, and he still stood there, confused.
Just then, Charlotte, who had been directed to his room when she asked about him, barged in on them.
The words rang loudly in her mind.
'There's another woman!'
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