Taming My Husband (English)

Chapter 4.2: First Day

“COME HERE, DAPH.” She pursed her lips when he grabbed her hand and pulled. He pulled her so fast she couldn’t control herself—she ended up straddling her husband.

“Perfect,” he said, holding a selfie stick with a camera.

He looked at her on his lap. She had no idea what he meant by perfect.

“Smile, baby.”

She looked at the camera, but she clearly heard the endearment he used. It made her smile inwardly.

Damn! Her husband really looked so good when he smiled!

Honestly, she didn’t know how to smile properly because she felt awkward in this position. He had his arms around her waist, and she could really feel his hairy thighs under her. His hard friend was also poking her from underneath, making her body almost tremble. She was losing her mind. That’s what you get when you wear a two-piece. She honestly felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.

“Say kimchi!” he suddenly said, which made her frown.

“Why kimchi?” she asked, turning to him.

“‘Say cheese’ is so cliché. Say kimchi instead, baby!” he said with a laugh, making her smile.

“Okay.” She looked at his camera. They said it at the same time.

They looked at the shots together. She was still sitting on his lap while they scrolled through the pictures. They were both smiling—anyone seeing them from afar would think they were a real couple. Their actions were naturally intimate, like that of a married couple. But in truth, it was all an act—to show his parents when they got home.

Daphne didn’t expect the next scene: a kiss. He seemed serious about it.

It was already hot, but it got even hotter with what he said. She wanted to slap herself. Her mind was too in the gutter today. She had no idea where these thoughts were coming from. She shook her head, probably from Amelie. They were chatting last night, and Amelie was saying all sorts of things. Only her friend knew her side—she wasn’t sure about BK. Maybe he hadn’t told anyone about their setup.

“Are you serious?” she asked him.

“Yes. To make it believable, my dear wife.”

“You’re just going to press your lips, right? ” He frowned at that.

“No. That’s not a kiss, Daph. Stand up and face me,” he ordered.

She followed with a frown. Her throat bobbed when he tapped his lap.

“Sit.” She wasn’t sure if that was a command or a request.

Shit! What did he mean by that? Sit facing him? Like, legs open? But she was just in a bikini! If she had been awkward earlier, this would have been worse.

“B-BK…”

“What?”

“I think the position earlier was fine…” she tried to reason.

He shook his head.

“Yeah, but the angle won’t be good if it’s sideways.”

“B-but—”

“I won’t accept any buts!” He adjusted the camera before looking at her again. “Sit down,” he repeated, guiding her hand.

She had no choice. Slowly, she sat back on his lap—this time facing him. She covered her face right after. She was the one who felt awkward about all this.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Look at me, Daph. Imagine that you and I are in love.”

She wanted to convince herself, but the word ‘imagine’ just ruins everything. Still, it’s fine—she’ll go along with it, just to end this whole show. She’s beyond exhausted anyway. They’ve been to so many spots already, taken pictures holding hands, hugging, and all sorts of things—except for a kiss. Apparently, he really wanted that part to happen on his yacht. Well, at least here, there’s no audience.

She met his gaze. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid closer, pressing their bodies together. She even wrapped her legs around his waist. Whatever happens, happens.

There was no one around, so she didn’t really mind. They were far from the others anyway. No one would know what they were doing on the yacht deck.

“F*ck!” he suddenly exclaimed, eyes darting to her lower half.

She followed his gaze. That’s when she realized—his friend was right there, pressing between her thighs.

Why the hell were his swim trunks that thin?

“Sorry,” she muttered, grimacing.

She must’ve really hit his poor friend hard. It even looked angrier now, thanks to her squirming. She tried to move away, but he pulled her back firmly against him. Their eyes locked.

What she didn’t expect was when he suddenly cupped the back of her neck and covered her slightly parted lips with his.

It felt like her lips burned from the heat of his kiss. And it was a whole different kind of heat than the one the sun was giving her.

When his hand touched her left breast, she let out a soft moan as she got lost in his kiss. Her peak was already showing by then. Under the hot sun, his roaming hand made their kiss more intense, and the heat between them grew stronger.

What BK didn’t notice was that his finger had tapped something on the screen earlier—his camera started recording before their kiss even deepened. He didn’t realize it, too caught up in the moment.

Daphne arched her back when BK’s lips trailed down to her chin, then to her neck.

She hadn’t realized that he’d already undone the knot on her bikini top—until her breasts were completely exposed to him.

She bit her lip when his warm mouth suddenly took one hardened peak while his hand teased the other.

“Oh, BK!” she couldn’t help but moan again from the ticklish pleasure that surged through her. His tongue was hot, and it only made her n*****s harder—awakening desires she’d long hidden.

BK’s hands grew bolder as moments passed. It felt like everything they touched, they also squeezed and grabbed with such hunger.

Her breath hitched when his hand slid down to her lower belly. Then even lower—making her mouth fall open. Some inner voice told her to stop it.

Just as he was about to slip his hand into her bikini, she stopped him. Their eyes met as he looked up at her.

The disappointment was clear on her husband’s face, so she looked away and fixed herself. She was embarrassed about what they had done.

She had almost forgotten herself.

She pulled the robe from the side of her husband before getting off his lap.

She heard him curse under his breath repeatedly. She headed straight to the cabin and locked herself in. She guided herself into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed red from shame. That was close.

As far as she could remember, they were only supposed to do that if his parents insisted. It was too soon. She didn’t even fully know BK yet. And it seemed like he had a lot of girls. She couldn’t just be another one of them.

She and BK didn’t speak until they got back to the hotel. Even when they returned to the Philippines, it was the same. He only talked to her during meals and when they stopped by his family’s mansion. He acted sweet to her while talking to his parents. She just smiled and agreed with him whenever he talked about what happened in Hawaii because they couldn’t let his parents know they didn’t really go on a honeymoon. They just went on vacation.

She thought he’d talk to her more after that, but on the way home, his mood changed again. He went back to ignoring her.

A pang of sadness hit her. She wondered if BK was upset with her because of what happened in Hawaii.

He had his eyes closed when she looked at him. They were entering a fancy subdivision now.

BK’s parents had gifted them the house they were about to live in. They went straight there since some of the wedding gifts were already inside. His parents were excited for them to have a baby—which was impossible.

Her jaw dropped slightly when she saw the entire house they pulled up to.

The house was huge, and it would just be the two of them. It would feel empty. She shook her head.

“We’re here now, sir, ma’am! ” the Hernandez driver announced.

BK blinked his eyes open. He looked outside, then at her, and held the car door to guide himself out.

When he stepped out, she followed. She didn’t wait for him to open the door for her.

She only had one bag—hers. The driver had taken care of the rest. BK didn’t even offer to help. Well, he was spoiled and probably never lifted anything in their mansion.

No house staff welcomed them because BK didn’t want other people in the house. Their excuse was that she wanted to take care of him. She didn’t have a job anyway. Her contract as a cashier had just ended. She wanted to go back to work but didn’t know if BK would allow it.

“There are two big rooms here. Just pick which one you want.” He pointed from the living room. He turned the TV on and sat casually on the couch.

Wasn’t he going to come upstairs with her? Real gentleman.

She left him and went up alone. They were really sleeping separately. Well, they’d already discussed this before.

She chose the smaller room. Actually, there were other rooms. BK wanted their rooms to be next to each other. As far as she knew, he was going to have an adjacent door built between them so if his parents visited, they wouldn’t get caught. They’d just use the connecting door.

BK had planned it all out. The plan was airtight. They just had to act well—if not, they were doomed.

She went back down and told BK she picked the room on the left. The one on the right was bigger. That must be the master’s bedroom.

Soon after, BK said he was going out. She wasn’t surprised. He was probably going out to a party or meet some girl. He had mentioned before that he was rarely home at night, whether it was here or at his condo. So she needed to get used to it.

She glanced around after her husband left the house. She was alone now. He didn’t even think she might be scared to be by herself.

She decided to fix the house tomorrow since it was too late. She just changed BK’s bedsheets and pillowcases. Then she did the same for her room before deciding to sleep. But first, she cleaned herself up.

She woke up the next morning to laughter. Loud laughter—of a woman, not a man. So she stepped out to check who it was.

She froze mid-step when she saw BK and a beautiful woman kissing. Her husband was completely naked, and the woman looked freshly showered—like she was about to go home. They were kissing goodbye at his bedroom door.

She didn’t know how to get away without them hearing the door close.

BK frowned when he saw her. He stopped responding to the woman’s kiss and looked at her. She swallowed hard under his stare.

Their eyes met for a moment. She looked away first and quickly went back to her room. She leaned against the door.

That too—BK had mentioned before that he brought women over, which is why they had no house staff. He didn’t want his parents to find out.

She needed to prepare herself for the coming days until their arrangement ended.

If it weren’t for her father, she wouldn’t have agreed to experience something like this. Her dream was to get married and have a happy family—but that dream would stay a dream.

She also needed to prepare herself for the day they’d separate and go their own ways.