Sensing his presence striding back in again, I pretended to be fast asleep because I didn't want to see his contented face now that she had talked to his woman.
He first brushed my hair with his fingers before he sighed.
“Tsk… woman.” then he walked across the room to the bathroom, followed by the wooshing of the water.
I heaved a sigh of relief. But his phone beeped again this time. I propped my head to peep at it and the notification showed some of the messages that said,
Dauis, can you come over, I badly need you. It reads an unregistered number.
As I was reading it, my anger roused towards her.
“Where is her propriety? She should know not to call a married man’s attention at this late hour, especially when he is home with his wife. Or is this how shameless she is?” I thought to myself angrily.
The moment I heard the shower being turned off, I quickly got back to my lying position and pretended to be asleep again.
I stayed vigilant for his every movement. From taking his pajamas off until he dried his hair.
His masculine scent with a mix of musk and a hint of mint elongated the whole room, making me want to rise from the bed and have a festivity over him.
“Urghhhh, my hormones,” I screamed silently as I tried my best to fake my sleep, hoping not to expose myself.
Then, I feel the bed slowly sink as he climbs in bed behind me and hugs me from behind.
Volts of electricity traveled through my whole body, like I was being electrocuted even by the simple contact he made.
“Hey, you haven’t had your dinner yet, I have prepared your favorite,” he whispered in my ears. Still hugging me.