His Lips

EPISODE 4

Calvin's soft snores make it hard for me to fall asleep, especially since his warm arm is wrapped around my waist, one of his fingers on my breasts. I try to take his hands off of me, but the way that he's snoring peacefully makes me want to let him sleep.

I look around the large room, seeing many beautiful large paintings, a grand walk-in closet, and a large piano. Not to mention the soft, plush carpet. I sigh, settling in the large canopy bed. I'm still not used to this luxury, I've always been used to living in poverty, out tiny wood house being the closest thing to luxury.

Back when Calvin Diamond didn't exist, I used to work at a small coffee bean Factory, where I met... Him. Before even knowing the charming Calvin that has me dominated under his spell... There was Zack.

I shiver, remembering him. Just days before the interview, I had broken up with him. Here, in the dark and cradled and safe in Calvin's arms, I accept the burning truth in me, the thing that makes it impossible for me to truly love me. Yes, I know I said I loved Calvin, and I guess I do, kind of. I'm just confused on how much. We had s*x already, and I did enjoy it and I do take a liking in how sweet, caring, and at times dominant and sexy he is. But, Zack still holds a part of my heart, no matter how much I love Calvin.

...Love Calvin. I giggle softly at the idea. How people's perspectives change in a short period of time. I giggle once again, remembering the book The Sun Is Also A Star, and how Natasha and Daniel fell in love in just a day. Kind of like us, only that the girl is confused between two boys, and Daniel is a CEO billionaire.

God, I can't believe I'm married to a CEO billionaire! It took a lot of convincing not to make a tradition church wedding and making it public, but Calvin said that we were going to have it in a month. I sigh.

Calvin steers, his rough sleep voice tickling my neck. "Dear, are you awake?"

"Yes, I'm sorry... I just can't sleep."

He sighs, hugging me close. "Mmm... Try to sleep, dear," he mumbles, sleep overcoming him slowly.

"Okay," I respond, patting his hand. He lets out a chuckle, and then puts his long leg over my waist. "Oh!" I gasp, but decide to not make a fuss of it because he's asleep.

***

The next day I'm woken up by the sunlight pouring in the bedroom, making me blink a few times. I pat the bed, searching for my parents and Jason, wondering why the bed is suddenly so soft and comfortable... When I remember where I am.

"Calvin?" I mumble, sitting up. No Calvin. Oh, did he leave for work? I stand up, searching for searching for my worn out sandals, but instead find some Chanel sandals, with a note.

Here's your morning gift, dear.

I laugh, his nickname for me now more comfortable. I try them on, perfect fit. Without a word, I step outside in search for him. A maid stops me, a small smile on her ruby painted lips. Her long, straight, blonde hair makes me envious, and I touch my own wavy brown curls.

"Hello," I greet her, as she waves.

"Yes, sure. You are Calvin's new wife, yes?" She asks, as she eyes me up and down, a sneer on her face. "Oh, such bad taste Calvin has!" We've barely exchanged words and I already don't like her.

"He's Mr. Diamond to you," I say, frowning. She smirks, pushing me. The nerve of this girl!

"He didn't say that when I was with him in bed, beauty," she purrs. I wince.

"I-in bed?"

"Yes, just a week ago. He does it so good, look," she says, fluttering her skirt open, revealing a very revealing lace underwear, barely covering her p***y. It has... Bite marks, and finger marks. I turn away.

"Don't show me that, you wh**e."

"Just so you know, the billionaire's mine."

She struts away, as I rush downstairs. Thank God Calvin's here, so he can hear a piece of my mind. At first I didn't believe that b*tch, but now that I've seen the proof...

"Calvin!" I yell, startling him. He drops a few berries he has in his hands, maids chattering about.

"I'm so sorry, I know I'm not supposed to help the maids cook but I just can't help it, I love cooking!" He says, a defending tone. I arch an eyebrow, but ignore him.

"I'm not here to talk about what you like or don't, I'm here to ask why the hell you slept with some b**chy maid, just a week ago. Our interview was just one week and 2 days ago, you're such a d*ck!" I yell, and he looks completely suprised and confused.

"What. The. Hell??!" He screams, rushing towards me. I'm suddenly afraid, fearing he'll kick me out or slap me. Yes, he deserves this but he has enough power to—

He hugs me, crushing me with his muscular arms. I let out a cry. He kisses my forehead, rubbing my back. I want to ask him what he's doing and to let me go, but he speaks before I can.

"Dear, who told you this?!" he asks, genuinely worried.

I think, suddenly feeling naive. Maybe that maid was lying, plus, what are the chances he would sleep with a maid? I groan. Very high, actually, considering I was even lower than I maid.

I look up at him. "A-a maid," I say. He looks at me, sternly.

"A maid? Really, Rose?" I shiver as I hear him call me by my name. I had grown accostumed to dear. "Please, you know I'm not capable of such a thing!"

"B-but..." I protest, suddenly remembering her 'proof', "She showed me her p***y, covered in bite and finger marks," I say, looking away, embarrassed. "S-she said y-you did it to her a w-week ago..." I say, trembling. He holds me still, his strong scent of expensive cologne and berries wafting into my nose.

"God damn, that b*tch Thalia..." he mutters, turning to face me. "She had that sh**y lace underwear, huh?"

"You know her underwear! You bastard!" I shriek.

"No! Calm down! She always tries to flirt with me, intentionally bending down just to show me her ugly, overgrown a*s!" He says. Oh. I blush, now understanding. "She's lying, Rose. As your husband you have to learn to trust me, like I do. Also, Thalia's got the tendency to sleep with everyone, even female maids!" I stifle a laugh, but then realize his hurt expression.

"I'm sorry I doubted you, I shouldn't have done that, ever. Especially coming from a maid..." I cover my face, the embarrasment so hard on me, that I begin to cry.

"Oh..." he says, suprised. "It's quite alright, dear, you didn't know. You're new here, and I understand you might not trust me..." I nod, as he wipes my tears softly. I grip his hands, squeezing it, as he blushes. "Personally, though, I like it when you got all crazy jealous like that!" he says, and I giggle. "I love how you want me all to yourself..." he purrs. I love the way he acts, first sweetly and then... so sexily. He smack my a*s as he walks away, helping himself to more berries.

I smile, sitting down on the large breakfast table, picking up a few yummy pancakes.

"One day you will trust me!" he yells, and I smile, in between bites.

"Soon I'll never doubt you," I promise, and he smiles sweetly, plucking berries every time. I mean it, actually. I'm going to learn from this morning's mistake and learn to trust him like he does.