Scandalous Wedding

Chapter 14

Sang gulped, as soon as she entered the room. It wasn't anything spectacular or so, but still, she could feel her heart skip a beat. She released a deep breath and though deep inside she was quivering, scared of what the night holds, strode in confidently, like she belonged there.

She rolled her eyes at herself, of course she belonged there. It was her husband's bedroom, which meant it was hers as well. Soft footsteps echoed into the room from behind her, but she didn't dare turn around. For the fear that Eli would sense her hesitation and the affect he had on her.

"I am gonna go change", she mumbled breathlessly and sauntered into the walk in closet, without sparing a glance behind her, where the source of her breathlessness stood. She snapped the double doors of the closet shut and leaned against it. Focus Sangavi Elijah McCoy, focus! She chided herself.

A chuckle escaped her lips as she realized how easily her new name came to her. No need to prepare or practice, it was as if her brain had already accepted that she was no more a de Silva and was a McCoy instead.

She sighed and shook her head and walked in. Her suitcase was lying in a corner, just the way she expected. Did the servants know that she was going to sleep in his room? Do all married couples share a room? She wondered, no matter how silly the question sounded to herself.

She needed a separate room, she thought determined. Not just because she didn't fancy sleeping with her husband, but also because she rejoiced her independence and freedom too much to compromise on it. She was sure Eli wouldn't mind that kind of arrangement, 'cause he valued his freedom more than she did.

With that resolution in mind, she opened her case and pulled out her pajamas. White colored nylon button down full hands with collar and parallel pants, with Mickey Mouse faces printed all over it. Perfect, she thought. She needed something just like this, unsexy and stupid. Something that will instantly kill his mood and the s****l tension.

She smiled at herself and patted her shoulder in appreciation. With the same grin plastered on her face, she stripped naked and put on her top and pants.

She found the laundry bin in the corner of the room and dumped her travel clothes that she wore all day in it and re-packed her bag. With a deep inhale of oxygen, she pulled the double doors open.

***

She is in there. Stripping naked. Like completely, utterly, naked. These thoughts rang in his brain on a loop, providing visuals in high definition. God! He groaned loudly rolling on to his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. He tried to smother himself, to suffocate to death. But just the thought of his wife changing clothes in the adjacent room, gave him a hope to live.

What is she going to wear, a see through night gown or a loose tee shirt that would reach her thighs and nothing else? Would she put her hair in a bun or leave it loose? What's taking her so long to change? He furrowed his brows wondering impatiently for her to open the door and then suddenly the double door snapped open.

A slow smile etched onto his face, as he stared at his bride from top to toe. She was clad in the most non-sexiest night clothes he had ever seen, but that didn't matter to his libido, cause it jerked to wake, all concentration on her. Those silly pajamas did nothing to hide her flawless, curvaceous body from his hungry eyes, which called to him, daring him to touch her. His eyes traced every curve of her and his body and soul like everything.

God! She's gorgeous, he thought.

He stared at her, as she stood there, frowning at something. And he stared hard. Her pajamas were loose, too loose in fact. And he wondered whether she was sporting any undergarments or not.

Once in his teenage years, he studied a internet article, which said that 85% of the women loved to sleep without their undergarment. He wondered if she was one of them.

"Are you serious?" her snappy yell pulled his thoughts away from his fantasies.

"What?" he asked, as she frowned hard and looked at the room frantically. He followed her gaze and found nothing amiss, in fact, his room was one of the lavish bedrooms in the entire city.

"Why are your clothes all over the room?" she asked bending down and picking up his clothes which he stripped before climbing into bed. Oh that! He thought with a shrug.

Eli merely shrugged at her, to which she replied with an angry glare. Oh! So, she likes it tidy, huh! He thought with a smile and watched her pick his clothes, all over the room, clutching a pillow to his chest.

"You could at least offer to help", she rolled her eyes, sarcasm evident in her voice,

He was enjoying the view too much to offer any help, so he just remained silent with a mischievous look in his eyes. He bit his lip to suppress a groan when she bent forward in front of him, providing a great view of her cleavage. She isn't wearing a bra! He thought triumphantly.OH GOD! His hormones were raging, threatening to take things into its own hand. God help him!

He clenched the pillow he was holding tightly to stop his arms from reaching forward and grabbing that ass.

"God!" she groaned when she couldn't reach the sock which was deep under the book shelf. Eli grinned from behind her. That shelf was standing tall and proud, and of course it can't be moved. Sang would have to bend all the way, to pull that sock out. Eli clutched the pillow to his chest, excitedly, as Sang dropped to her knees and bent herself parallel to the floor. Her ass was in the air and pointing right at Eli, mockingly. That round, soft, curvy piece of....

He suppressed the moan which threatened to escape and fell back on the bed. No, he can't take it! He thought and placed his arm over his eyes, to blind himself.

"Got it", he heard Sang mumble in the background, but he didn't dare look. His self control was slipping slowly and he had no clue how to resist her. One of the youngest business men in the country and he was losing his self control for a women? Yuck! That to his wife – Chee! He thought and rolled over to lie down face first.

He heard the closet door open and close after a while. "Now this room looks better", he heard her say, but from somewhere closer. He groaned into the pillow, as his erection was making his squirm and jerk uncomfortably.

He felt the bed dip and a switch flip. My God! She is going to lie down next to me. And she expects me not to touch her? What kind of a cruel joke is this? He snapped at himself,

"What are you doing?" he snapped, jerking up into a sitting position. The sudden movement made her gasp in surprise,

"Ugh? Going to sleep?" it was more a question than an answer,

"I know. Go sleep on the couch", he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.

"Excuse me", her eyes were wide in surprise. She didn't expect that to hear from him. Of course she didn't. Hell, even he himself hadn't expected to say that to her. Ever. He wanted her, he craved to touch her and now he was asking her to sleep somewhere else, when she was willing to sleep beside him?! He had never thought that.

"But", she protested but he gave her an angry menacing look and she got up reluctantly.

***

If someone had told her that one day her husband, that too someone like Elijah McCoy would ask her to go sleep on the couch, then she would have rolled over with laughter. It was a huge blow to her ego.

Was he seriously rejecting her? She asked herself, getting her pillows and a spare blanket from the closet to settle on the couch, which was to the right of the bed.

Well, isn't that why you dressed yourself in these boring pajamas? Her brain mocked her. She ignored the cockiness of her brain and sprawled the cover on the couch and laid her head down on the pillows.

The couch was big enough to accommodate her and it was soft too. Nothing uncomfortable, but for some unknown reason, she couldn't sleep.

Why can't I fall asleep? And why do I feel so hot suddenly? She fanned herself for more air. She had the habit of sleeping with comforters covering her from top to bottom and she couldn't sleep without one. But suddenly she was sweating. Did I make a mistake by wearing this baggy pajamas? Should I wear something else, something more comfortable? She thought and glanced towards the bed diagonally.

Eli was lying straight. She couldn't see whether he was sleeping or staring up at the ceiling, but his body was rigid and stiff. He was wearing only a pair of boxers and nothing else. So comfortable! She pouted and sighed in envy. Does he always sleep like this? And do I have to sleep like this for the rest of my life – on the couch? No freaking way! I am getting a separate bedroom first thing in the morning. I never slept on a couch in my entire life, then who the hell is he to make me sleep on one, now? And why the hell should I compromise on my clothing for him? If he gets aroused then it's his problem. Serves him right for ignoring me like that!

With the new found determination, she strolled into the closet and shut the door close, with a dramatic bang.

She zipped her bag open and took out a night gown. It was black and reached until her knees, with a tie to hold the cloth around her and no buttons or a zip. She shook her head and pushed it deeper into her bag and dug for something else. A tank top caught her eye and she sighed in relief. Now, a tank top would be a better choice, she thought and quickly changed into one. After searching a little more, she found her white shorts and changed into them.

Cool air touched her legs and she felt a sudden relief. Now, that's better! She thought and walked to the double doors and opened them.

****

He heard the bang and knew instantly that she had just walked in the closet. What now?! He thought. He cursed himself for snapping at her. But the anger wasn't towards her but instead it was directed towards him. He wasn't being himself when she was around.

He felt weak, desperate and vulnerable when she was in his vicinity. Three feelings he hated to feel. And the want for her was just not carnal, but it was also a matter of his ego. The way she spoke about him, or the fact that she resisted him was all a blow to his ego. It didn't sit well with him and made him want to do irrational things. Like pull her into an embrace and plunge into her warmth. Or something like slam his lips onto hers and devour her sweet mouth.

He never felt so irrational before. Not in business, nor with women. But with Ace, everything was different. He was different.

Suddenly the doors opened and he rolled his eyes to the side. And just like that, he felt his eyes drop out of their sockets. Holy s**t! She was going to kill him. He thought.

A second ago, she was completely clad in cloth and now she was wearing next to nothing. "What are you wearing?" the question tumbled out of his mouth even before he registered it himself. His eyes raked along her body. Her long creamy legs were completely on display in those white virgin shorts. And the tank top she was wearing was not only short but tight too. It was hugging her chest tightly, accentuating her round mounds of flesh and was also displaying a teasing bit of flesh on her belly region.

"Huh?" her head c****d to a side in a cute way. But that cuteness didn't suppress his desire, instead it fueled it.

"What. Are. You. Wearing?" he hissed each word, staring blatantly at her chest.

"I was feeling hot", she complained like a student who was getting scolded by the teacher,

"You cannot imagine how hot I am feeling right now", he snapped angrily,

"But you are not wearing anything", she frowned, "except for those boxers", she added pointing to his boxer shorts.

He groaned loudly at her innocent answer and threw himself on the bed and smothered his face with a pillow.

"Go to sleep, ace", he mumbled, "just go", he said shutting his eyes close.

He felt his side of the bed dip, "Are you okay?" a soft, cold hand touched his chest and he removed the pillow from his eyes. What is she doing? Ace was leaning over him, looking with concerned eyes. "You are sweating", she said tracing his abs and chest with her fingertips. Jesus, she is so f*****g sweet. Her lips, parted slightly, exhaling softly....

His hand moved involuntarily and she was on top of him in a second. His lips seemed to have a mind of their own as they sought hers in a searing passionate kiss, while his hands grew desperate as they pulled her closer, and traveled all over her skin. His body reacted immediately, coming alive.

He groaned loudly in approval, at the warmth and comfort her body brought and swallowed her surprise gasps with his mouth. He shifted his weight so that he was pinning her body underneath his. Her body felt perfect under his. She fit perfectly against him like two pieces of jigsaw puzzle. It was as if their bodies were carved for each other with precision and scrutiny. The feeling bought a proud feeling within him and that made him grin egoistically.

She moaned into his mouth and arched her body against him, while her hands pushed at his chest to keep some distance. Her body was fighting an inner battle too, he mused while he continued his assault on her luscious body. He didn't bother with permission and protocol, she was his and he was taking what he wanted.

Her hands curled into fists and thrashed into his chest and sides, but he was too strong for her. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, while trapping her body under his. There was no escape for her. And he wouldn't let her, even if that was what she really wanted. Because she was his wife, and he felt knew that he had the right over her body.

A small voice protested inside his brain against that caveman thought, which he completely ignored and focused on his Ace. She was small underneath him, but she had the fire which both frustrated him and excited him , in a good way.

He smirked against her skin, when a throaty moan escaped her lips while he showered wet, open mouth kisses all over her jaw, throat and chest. He was just going to get rid of that offensive garment which was hindering the skin to skin contact he was craving, when suddenly he was flipped over onto his back.

He blinked in surprise, and it was too late when he realized that she was gone. She freed herself from his clutches and was now standing at the foot of his bed, glaring at him.

"How dare you?" she yelled. Uh oh!