The Billionaire's secret Love by Manogyna Marthi (positive books to read .txt) 📗
- Author: Manogyna Marthi
- Serie: «Martin series»
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Chapter 34
Augustus
Blinking my eyes several times, I try to come out of a beautiful yet fallacious dream and understand the striking words of the woman who was standing in front of me. She felt like an alien I never got to interact. My eyes kept peeping at her stark red blazing orbs that were filled with resentment and disquiet for me. For the first time in my life I felt defeat, failure from the lone woman I loved the most. Where did I go wrong? My stupor of misconceived reality was broken from the loud voices of the cheering crowd. "Kiss the bride." I wanted to end this charade of 'breaking hearts' as soon as possible. Blocking the crowd from her, I held the sides of her face to smooch her cheeks that looked like a kiss on the lips.
Throughout the details of the marriage Angelica maintained a safe distance from me. Thanking the gathering we slipped into the car of silence except for the collapsing soft sobs of Angelica. I try to reach her hand resting on the seat to console but she was prompt to avoid my touch by pulling it to her lap and moving more towards the door. Was my touch that abhorrent to her?
Looking through the window I blink several times trying to rid the wetness welling in my eyes and dial the number of my secretary. "Cancel the flight to Hawaii. Angelica is not feeling well." I lied as I discern the lacerating truth about my wife, the woman who has been my breath for last several years rancors even my presence beside her. Going to a honeymoon with me was far beyond an option for Angelica.
Holding open the door for her, I follow 'her' in silence to the entrance of my mansion. Rose petals were spread in a passage from the grand foyer to the master bedroom. The house was beautifully decorated with scented candles and lilies everywhere. Cynically the only thing that lacks was the passion in our hearts. Walking ahead of her I guide Angelica to the master bedroom and speak impassive. "You can relax here for the night. I will make it a point first thing tomorrow morning to get one of the guest bedrooms ready for your stay here."
"That won't be necessary. I trust you and we can share the bedroom so that we don't invoke doubts among the members of our family." I hear her say. Her comforting words brought in me the gratification I never expected of her. She was thoughtful towards my family in covering up our fake marriage.
Getting down the hall I look ones again at the beautifully decorated house. "Hello" I could hear the voice of my mom as soon as I dial the number. "Thank you mom for all the time and effort you had put on in decorating the house. Please convey my gratefulness to Jessica also." I could feel the inspirit holding out from my mom's voice. "That is no problem son. Congratulations to you ones again. Have a wonderful time with your beautiful wife." My mom cheers and disconnects the call.
Unbuttoning my coat I laid it on one of the sofas of the living hall and go to the bar to bring a bottle of scotch.
After some time I started feeling the dizziness but no matter what, my ears would never fail her till my last straw. "Augustus can you help me to unzip this gown. The zipper feels too stubborn to handle."
I raise my head and look at my wife's enigmatic icy blues that make me forget the world. Getting wobbly over my steps I take a note I was already drunk and try to reach the railing of the steps from prevention of falling but she was quick to hold me. Putting one hand around my waist she brings my hand around her shoulder with her other hand and helped me climb the staircase.
Angelica
I did not know how much of time I spent in the bedroom to ejaculate the pain of my heart. By the time I came back to reality, my eyes felt dried out of tears and my dress had gone sticky with sweat and tears. Taking a note of the time representing in the wall clock, it was half past one in the mid-night. My legs teetered as I stand in front of the bathroom mirror struggling with the zipper of my dress and look at the dreadful image that was staring at me. I give a hysteric laugh and sprint water on my profile that represented a witch in fairy tale stories. What a pity Angelica not even your worst enemies should be in the condition you are in.
Reaching the exit I get to the long balcony connecting the different rooms on the floor. My eyes look around tracing for help and then meet the drowning image of the man whom I now call 'my husband'. He was shattering and I could clearly see it. But why does it bother me? I hated him so much and wanted a way out of him but now when I feel my destination so close, why does his sever affect me?
I hold him firm and help him to the bedroom. Turning around I ask him to unzip my dress. His breath was fanning my neck with a mixture of alcohol cum musk and lemon scent. I fear drunkenness but paradoxically his touch felt certainty.
His finger tips slowly graze the skin of my neck meeting my gaze through the mirror. "Don't worry I wouldn't touch you in a way you are unwilling." He assures me looking through his sharp chocolate browns and unzips my dress allowing his soft palms to skim my bare shoulders. The costume falls down in a thud. I look at my completely naked form through the mirror meeting his orbs. I wasn't wearing even my panties. His eyes did not feel the demur to linger at my female parts at the same time his hold wasn't provocative. "I will meet you tomorrow morning. Sleep well sweet heart." He tells me planting a kiss on my forehead.
I did not want him to leave and before I could even make a note about it, my lips started to move. "Can you help me out with this make-up? My face looks grubby like a 'she devil' in those fantasy movies." I tell him trying to act a bit jovial but failed miserably. He gives me an affable smile and reaches the bed silently holding me along with him. I was unclothed, sitting on the bed facing him but that did not bring the slightest bit of vacillation or unease. He is my husband and had already seen me nude. If exploiting me was his sole conduct he would have already taken advantage of it several times by now.
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