C3 New Home

Maria:

Oh my God did he just use the word wife for me? It felt strange to me to be referred to as a wife, it didn't sink in. But I loved the sound of it, mainly because it was coming from a very hot man, who I basically just got married to.

Daniel placed his arms around my shoulders as he squatted down to my height, waiting for my reply. He had a smirk all over his face. “I don't think my wife would want that.” He said again, but this time he was staring daggers at Diana.

Diana rolled her eyes feeling defeated and walked away, constantly giving me a “we are not done” look. I just stood silently, trying to process everything going on. The first time someone had stood up to Diana for me. And wasn't carried away by her beauty.

Yes, Diana is very beautiful. Ten times that I could ever be. Maybe that's what gave her a higher advantage than I was ever given which made people even love her more. I think I could get a hang of Daniel Thompson after all.

“You didn't have to do that.” I finally said.

“Do what?” Daniel replied, still keeping a straight face.

“Diana. I can handle her, well I have been handling her for years now.” I replied.

“Didn't seem like that. You needed saving. And at a point, you were completely lost. Look around Maria, people were watching what was going to happen. Didn't want word to be out that my supposed wife couldn't stand for herself when her sister bullied her.” He said not even giving a glance at me.

“Oh, he even stood up for me because of the people around, don't flatter yourself, Maria,” I said to myself. I felt a little bit disappointed, he was just calling me wife because of the crowd, not like he had meant it.

Finally, the wedding ended. In no time everyone started leaving one by one. It was time for me to move to my new home. I got into the car with Daniel and off we went.

We rode home in silence. I hated it because it made me nervous, and gave me time to think of what was waiting once we arrived. Are we going to do the thing tonight?

I had never even touched a man before and didn't have a bit of the time to, because I was all too busy with my life and how to make it better. I shook my head. You’re scaring yourself, I scolded myself. Maybe he would spare me tonight if he had someone else to be with.

He looks like he has a hell of a lot of women satisfying his desires. Even with the rumors I have heard, it's a hundred percent possible he had women around him, or doesn't he?

“Mr. Thompson?”

“Yes?”

Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked.

I shouldn’t have. It was none of my business anyway but I didn’t care. I needed to know what was waiting for me once we reached his home.

He turned his gaze to me and narrowed his eyes. Did he get angry?

“No, I don’t. If I had, do you think I would have married you instead? ” He asked rhetorically and slowly.

I was surprised that I felt relieved when I shouldn’t have. This would only mean that I would have to spend the night with him. I shivered at the thought.

“But I have many sex mates.” He finished.

Oh, of course. Why didn’t I think about it? He was an attractive man. I wanted to curse, but he suddenly laughed.

“You don’t seem to like that,” He drawled.

Why would I? But I couldn’t say that, indeed.

“It’s not for me to like or dislike Mr. Thompson,” I stated simply.

He didn’t say anything to that.

“Mr. Thompson?”

“You may call me Daniel. Mr. Thompson seems to be getting weird now that we are a couple. People will get suspicious with the constant name you call me. Instead call me darling, sweetie, or my lord. I will prefer Daniel when we are alone.”

Hmm My Lord indeed. Who in God’s name does he think he is?

After a while, the car stopped, and then we alighted from the car. I quickly rushed to the trunk of the car to take my things, as I would be living with this man for a long time. I was finding it difficult to pull the box from something that was stuck on it.

Daniel was already on his way into the building, he didn't even offer to help me out or welcome me nicely into his house. I cleared the thought of how he wasn't that of a gentleman and focused more on retrieving my luggage.

I wasn’t having it as I forcefully pulled out my bag. It was almost out but it was hard with the long wedding dress I still had on and pairs of high heels.

I was relieved when I was finally able to remove my luggage from the truck, but just then I stepped on my dress and stumbled forward, almost falling before a strong arm came around my waist and saved me from ruining myself again.

“Oh jeez not again” I yelped.

I took my gaze up, only to find Daniel holding on to me from behind. I didn't even realize he had been here all along. I had thought he had left me.

“Let me help you.” He said softly and slowly released his grip on me. I was already enjoying the warmth of his body. I hated that he had to pull me away.

I nodded and stood quietly as he rolled the bags into the apartment. I hadn't noticed how big his house was. It was quite big and it was also very neat and well-designed. Not what I was expecting.

It was as if no one had used any of the things in the house. I looked around to see if I would see any unusual things but surprisingly, everything was pretty normal.

“Welcome to my humble abode Maria. Please make yourself at home.” Daniel said, throwing himself on the couch. “I know it's small but, it's at least better than none right?”

As I strode through the living room, A middle-aged woman appeared dressed like a maid.

“Mr. Thompson,” she greeted with a bow. “Madam Maria, I am Sarah, the house manager. I take good care of the house and would also be attending to your needs. With your permission, I would like to prepare her, Mr Thompson.” she inquired.

I nodded slowly. Oh, he has maids that explain things. And what did she just say? Prepare me for what? Preparing is what I have been doing my entire life.

At first, Daniel felt on edge, but when the maid gave him a pleading look he walked out of me and left without a word.

The maid motioned for me to follow her and led me to a dressing room where she helped me get out of my wedding dress and slip into a beautiful white nightgown with its matching robe, both made of silk. She took out the pins in my hair and let it fall in waves. After putting some scents on my skin, She served me tea.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It’s an herbal tea that will help you relax and decrease the pain, Madam.” “What pain?” I said, but then realized what she was talking about.

She must have seen the horror on my face because I could see pity on hers. Why did she pity me? Was he going to be rough with me? Well, he didn’t seem like the gentle type from the way he gripped me earlier. It was as if his hand was made of steel.

“I don’t need it,” I said and stood up straight. “Just show me to the room.”

She hesitated but then followed my orders and led me to Daniel’s room where she sat me down on the bed. Adjusting my hair and gown she took one last look to see if everything was perfect.

“I will inform Mr.Thompson that you are ready,” she informed and left.

The worst scenarios appeared in my head and my heart pounded so hard in my chest that it was getting difficult to breathe. My hands started to sweat and my head began to spin. I waited for what seemed like hours but was likely just minutes.

After the long wait, the door finally opened and Daniel stepped inside. Closing the door behind him he just stood there for a while, studying me with those odd eyes of his before approaching me slowly.

“Aren’t you tired?” he asked, standing a few steps away.

“I… I… I… Am, Mr Thompson.” I stammered

“Daniel,” he corrected.

“Daniel,” I repeated, in barely a whisper.

He walked a few steps approaching me as I sat on the bed, holding my grip tightly. He was too close to me. As I was about to pull away, he held me at my waist, and just as he was leaning toward me, my heart rate accelerated.

He bit my earlobe and I let out a quiet moan. “Then should we go to bed? I am tired too,” he said and laid me down on the bed next to where we sat.