The Billionaire's Torment

Sick

Max

I closed the door, zoomed in on my wife. She walked back to the bed until the back of her knees hit the bed, her eyes watching me wearily. As her butt met the bed, l was upon her. I braced my fisted hands on both sides of her hips and crowded her. Her fragrant breath teased my senses, l breathed into her face.

“ What's with the look? Can't l come to my wife’s bedroom to say goodnight?.”

She blinked and flattered her lashes, “ we already said goodnight at the door.”

“ True, but what if l wanted more, would you give it to me?.”

She scooted towards the middle of the bed, her chest heaving. I followed her and pinned her down.

“ Give you what?.” She whispered, her wide eyes resembled a trapped mongoose.

I pecked her nose, “ come on darling, you know what l mean.”

Her gaze turned into a glare, “ if you mean s.x forget it. I still have a big butt, it has not shrunk.”

Dammit, my words came to bite me in the ass. I got down from the bed, hauled her off the bed, sat down and tugged her down into my lap.

My arm went around her waist, with our faces almost touching l pleaded my case. “ My emotions were all over the place that day, l know l can be a handful sometimes but l'm not a bad person. Imagine having a husband thrown into your lap, you would be furious too.”

She raised her eyebrows and snorted, “oh, you were thrown into my lap too but did you hear me shaming you? No. Max, for centuries people who are shamed for their physique go through depression, some resort to dangerous methods to loose weight, some die in the process. It's a serious matter and should be treated as such.”

Shame engulfed me, a few minutes of ranting nonsense turned my wife into an unwilling bed partner and knocked down her self esteem. I rubbed my face against hers, contrite. “ I'm so sorry Nora, l didn't realise i was gutting you. Forgive your foolish husband who erred and will probably err again.”

Nora got up, l let her. She went to the couch and laid down, her eyes closed, “ you are forgiven but intimacy between us won't work. You were very clear you don't find me attractive. I think your hormones are acting up because you have a female under your roof, that's all.”

I shook my head, approached her and kneeled on one knee beside the couch, “ that's not it. I have no idea what's going on with me but i'm sure it's not because I sniffed a female scent. Let me go and rest. We will revisit this topic some other time.”

I kissed her forehead and headed out.

I reached my room and threw myself on the bed, sexually frustrated. I contemplated calling Shad to organise something for me but my heart rebelled. Nora would be clueless but my conscience would kill me.

I understood at that moment l had developed feelings for my wife. when? l had no idea. Nora Reidy 's personality both baffled and intrigued me. She was a mixture of soft roses and thorns.

She laughed and joked, the next minute her claws came out and scratched you. I guess we complimented each other perfectly. I was determined to show my wife l did not mean what l said on our wedding night, otherwise i would have blue balls throughout this marriage.

Monday morning Nora did not pitch for breakfast, as usual. I waited and waited until i became concerned. I bounded up the steps to her room. I found her with a red face and chattering teeth. When did this girl get so sick?

I touched her forehead and recoiled, the temperature frightened me. I bunched up the comforter off her,

threw it on the floor, sprinted down the stairs and snatched my phone.

“ Ralph, to my house now! Bring your cold treatment kit or whatever you call it. My wife is sick.”

I hung up the phone and ran up the steps again. She was now moaning and thrashing, her body shook violently and her hands tried to grasp something. The comforter, dammit. I snatched it off the floor and pulled it over her. She clutched it like a lifeline, her teeth chattering badly.

This was my first time seeing a sick person up close. I started to panic, what if she descended into unconsciousness? I read a longtime that a fever could make a person faint. I paced up and down, my hand made tractor tracks on my hair. Where was that imbecile?.