Chapter Six
He strode into the villa and went straight upstairs to his bedroom. He was glad that he had bought this island on the spur of the moment. He hadn't noticed how beautiful it was until he brought Carol here. Now it seemed as if this was heaven on earth, the perfect place to spend his life with Carol.
After showering and changing into a pair of sweatpants and a figure hugging tee shirt, he went down. The rich heady aroma of meatballs wafted into his nostrils and he grinned at the vision of his wife cooking dinner for him wearing only a chef's apron.
His naughty mind conjured up sinful images of her and he went hard just at the thought of her. Oh Carol, if only she knew what she was doing to him.
Carol took out her meatballs and rice casserole dunked in marinara sauce straight from the oven and placed it over the counter to serve. When she saw Max approaching her with a dreamy smile pasted on his face, she served the casserole with grilled asparagus and pan fried potatoes on the sides.
"This is the best. Did you sprinkle it with some kisses?" He asked with a wink.
She rolled her eyes and placed his plate before him. "I will never. So, stop asking," she said, going to her seat attacking the food hungrily.
"Never is a bad word wifey, Never say Never," he said with a smirk.
"Eat," she said, indicating the food and he sat down opposite her with a smile on his face. She always had this instant ability to cheer him up.
"I can't find my mobile since last night. If it's left at your club, could you please enqiire?" She asked, hesitantly. She knew anyone could have found it and picked it up but still she had to search for it.
"It's with me," he said, softly. Carol stared at him incredulously.
"Can I have it back?" She asked.
"Not yet," he simply stated.
"Why not?" She asked, trying not to get angry again.
"I don't want people finding us," he said, looking at her weirdly. "I'll give it to you after we return."
Carol didn't argue with him. It was useless anyway. She kept eating and he looked at her weirdly and then resumed eating.
"This is awesome. You're really a good cook, wifey, " he appreciated and Carol smiled.
Afterwards she cleaned up and rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. Max sat at his laptop and concentrated on his work. She went upstairs into the master bedroom and showered and went to the closet to get something comfortable to sleep in.
All she found were lace bodice chiffon chemise nightgowns in different colours. Rolling her eyes, she chose a black one and wore it. There weren't any soft pajama shorts, only denim ones which she couldn't wear to sleep.
Returning to the bedroom, she hurriedly climbed on her side of the bed. Piling up cushions through the middle of the bed she made a nice boundary in the centre of the bed. Happy with her work she lay down and covered herself with the duvet before he came into the bedroom.
After five minutes, Max strode in and went to the ensuite. He glanced at her and did a happy dance in his head seeing her on his bed. He had expected her to put up quite a fight over it. Maybe she was getting used to the idea of being married to him. He came out wearing only a pair of soft sweatpants. He saw her eyes widen as she stared at his shirtless bare body. He liked her gaze upon him and smirked at her. She blushed like a tomato and closed her eyes mimicking sleep.
Max was amused by her antics and her innocence. He eyed the boundary and smirked at her,"What's this, the Great Wall, wifey?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Don't you dare cross it. I'll sleep here only if you sleep on your side of the bed," she stated with a stern, pointed look.
Max held his hands up in surrender. "As you wish but you can cross them and come and cuddle with me anytime you want. I'm nice, warm and cuddly," he said with a wink.
"No, thank you," she said, diving completely inside the duvet with only her nose sticking out to breathe.
Max chuckled and lay his head down on his pillow. When she fell asleep he would surely get rid of that damn boundary. He needed to see her sleep but she put fat cushions right in front of his nose.
After a few minutes, her hold on the duvet loosened and it fell to her waist as she slept soundly. He removed the boundary and stared at her with dark desire filled eyes. The fallen duvet exposed her upper body to his hungry eyes. He felt compelled to stare at the soft swell of her full breasts, half exposed by the lace chemise she was wearing. Her steady breath made them heave up and down and he craved for a taste. Her creamy shoulders and neck, her chocolate brown cascading curls sprawled all over the pillow, her parted pink plump lips all attracted him towards her. He couldn't look away. Like a magnet he was pulled towards her side of the bed and lifted a hand to tuck a stray curl that had fallen across her face.
His fingers brushed her soft smooth skin as he tucked a silky strand away. She mumbled something in her sleep and he stared at her lips, longingly. How long will he have to wait for her to willingly kiss him? Surely she wouldn't mind if he kissed her? He would have to kiss her soon.
Her arms went around his torso and she kicked the duvet and hugged him like a bolster. His eyes went round. He became instantly hard and aroused seeing her bare legs wrapped around him. How would he sleep now when all he wanted was to make love to her? He needed cold showers to keep him sane. He wouldn't be able to sleep a wink with her sexy body all over him. No wonder that Stanley guy was planning to marry her. He felt angry thinking about him. She belonged to him and only he had the right to love her.
For nearly an hour he lay quietly staring at her, till his eyes started closing from exhaustion. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. He snuggled his face into her bare neck and slept inhaling her scent of fresh tulips. They instantly became his favourite flowers in the whole world.
