Chapter 3 The Guilt
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Tessa's POV
What did I just do?
What…did I just f*****g do?
Did just had s*x with my husband's cousin?
I so ashamed of myself!
“Ooh no!” I cried with regret as I sat in the bathtub, cold water rain down from the shower unpon me. I wished I could just press a button and disappear from the face of the earth. I wished stepped out of the house. I wished I never drank that alcohol. I wished Eli never came to the garden at my vulnerable moment.
I wished I could turn back the hand of time.
How the hell did I allowed my husband's cousin to f**k me like a cheap w***e? A Luna of an Alpha King?
“Aaahhhh…eehhhh” I waited helplessly.
I felt dirty. I wish this water that is pouring out from this shower could wash away my guilt and filthy feelings.
“I'm such a shameless horny b***h!” I slapped my forehead in regret.
I prayed silently that my husband doesn't find out about this abomination I just committed.
I started getting angry the moment I remember how my husband refused to have s*x with me despite my plea.
“He caused it.” I muttered within myself. “Damon pushed me to do it.”
A little wave of relief started spreading through me.
I quickly took my bath, scrubbing myself hard, ensuring that I washed away every traces of Eli's cologne that might still be lingering in my body.
I almost had a heart attack as I stepped into the bedroom. Damon was sitting on the lounge chair, flipping through some files.
“I…what…Damon?” I stuttered as my heart started beating fast.
This is the end of me.
I've been caught.
How am I going to face the shame after being caught committing adultery with my husband's cousin?
Damon would just kill me.
Instead of waiting for him to do it, I think it would be better for me to make it easier for. I should rush down to the store down stairs and drink the content from that bottle.
“Where are you going to?” His deep voice growled at me as I was about making my way to the door.
“I…I…going downstairs to collect…” I couldn't even look at his face as I struggled for something to lie about.
Damon stares at me with a surprise curiosity. He seemed to be baffled about my subdued attitude.
“I had to call for the postponement of the meeting.” He said while staring at some of the papers in the files. “I had a long day and I was tired.”
“Oook…waoh…hhhmmm,” I said calmly as wave of relief hit me. “I didn't heard when you came in.” I said walking back into the room to sit on the bed.
“Maybe you were so busy in the bathroom that you never heard the door open.” Damon said smiling as he tried to be humorous.
“Besides, I didn't want us to resume our fight. I’ve some business plans to draft this night. However, business plans have to wait while I calm my Luna.” Damon stood up from his chair and walked towards me.
I knew what this would lead to. He wants to be intimate with me. My heart started skipping.
I cringed as he touched my breasts. I turned away as he tried kissing me.
“Tessa, are you still angry with me?” He asked staring sternly at me with those brutal dark eyes.
In as much as our marriage has always been a loveless one, our s*x life has been more of something we do in order to fulfill all rightousness. It was more of a marital chore to me than an expression of love.
“Hhhmmm…Damon…I'm tired please…” I whined moving away from him.
“When I wanted you…you left me…for whatever f*****g…” I said as the anger started brewing in me again. I couldn't even complete my statement out of anger.
Damon stared at me, the skin of his forehead furrowed in confusion.
With my current emotional state, I don't see myself sharing intimacy with my husband. The pang of guilt was too much that I couldn't even look directly at his face.
“Dear, I'm not in the mood right now.” I said defiantly.
I felt the iron grip of Damon at my left wrist, dragging towards him, “You dare not deny me my conjugal right.” He growled at me.
I was scared.
“Let me go…please…you are hurting me.” I pleaded as I could feel the pain on my wrist.
“You are…” I smacked him on the face with my right hand. That paused him for a moment.
I fled out of the room.
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