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Karrington kissed my forehead then left me alone in the bathroom. I don’t know how long I stayed in the tub, but by the time I felt him rubbing a towel against my skin, the water had grown cold. He added hot water and continued to wash me before helping me out of the tub and into the shower. I was bold enough to ask him to join me, and he feasted on my sore pussy again before sliding inside and making love to me against the wall. It was a good thing we were in the shower because I didn’t just cum; I squirted too. It caught me completely off guard, and I thought something was wrong, but he assured me that was right.

After our shower, we went our separate ways. I oiled my body and slipped into a black silk gown. I wasn’t sure if he planned to sleep in the guest room, but that was confirmed when he leaned against the doorframe in boxers and said, “I’ll be in the guest room if you need anything.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.”

Our eyes locked for a brief second before he left. I thought I’d be spending our first night married in bed with him, but as good as he was to my body, I wouldn’t dare complain.

The Next Morning

My body was sosore when I woke up. As soon as I could, I trudged to the bathroom for a hot bath. When I was done, I checked my notifications then went to the guest bedroom. Karrington was seated at the small round table by the window. He looked refreshed and relaxed in a thick cotton robe.

“How do you feel?” Karrington asked, glancing up at me quickly before returning his attention to his iPad.

“Good. A little sore.” I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned against the doorframe. Married or not, I didn’t want to enter his room and violate his space.

“Sorry about that.” If I was crazy, I would have sworn there was a smile in his eyes as he licked his lips.

My eyes widened and I shook my head adamantly. “O-oh. N-no. I-I mean…”

“Relax, Eyela,” he commanded gently with an even gentler laugh. “I figured you’d be sore, so I scheduled you for a massage at ten. Are you hungry?”

I nodded. “Starving.”

“I ordered room service when I heard you get up. It’ll be here soon.”

For a while, all I could do was stare at him. His head tilted, and as his eyes slowly raked across my frame, I felt just as vulnerable as I did last night. Chills covered my skin and my nipples hardened, causing me to tighten my silk robe against me.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, no. I’m just surprised. You’re… nice.”

“I’m not nice; I’m kind.”

“And considerate.” He didn’t respond. I squeezed the back of my neck. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I’m not surprised. It does me no good to treat you horribly, Eyela. Eventually you’ll be nurturing and raising my child. For that reason alone, I’ll always treat you well.”

My mouth twisted to the side as I exhaled a shaky breath. Mommy had prepared me for a beast of a man. One who had no regard for me or respect. One who was going to treat me like his worker and sex slave for the rest of my life. Maybe that was a bit extreme to describe the treatment she told me a lot of women received in their arranged marriages, but that’s how my brain processed her words. This was still very early, but so far, I didn’t think I’d have those issues with Karrington. It was still too early to tell, though, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

“Well, I’m glad we can be partners. I’m gonna lay down until the food gets here.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

I wanted to tell him I wanted him to hold me, to talk to me, but I didn’t want to seem clingy already. I drifted back to sleep, and the feel of his lips against my cheek woke me up. We had breakfast together, and it was yet another display of him putting forth effort. He’d had all of my favorites delivered, which I appreciated. We shared a silent breakfast before getting dressed to leave. I was a little bummed when he told me we wouldn’t be leaving for our honeymoon, but I didn’t let it show. He was a busy man and he’d be even busier now that he was the boss. It would be lonely in a house I wasn’t familiar with without him, but I’d make it work somehow… even if I had to call my girls.

11

Karrington

She might not have saidthe words, but I could tell Eyela was disappointed about us not going on a honeymoon. I didn’t plan one because I didn’t think she’d want to be alone with me for that long. Now that I knew that wasn’t the case, I made the mental note to have my personal assistant and travel agent put something together.

When I was done showing her around what would be our new home, the tour concluded in the kitchen. I hadn’t stayed overnight since I bought the house, because I wanted to experience it with her first. The only rooms that were completely furnished were the sitting room and a guest room. I wanted her to be able to decorate everything else herself.

“Are you going to help me?” she asked, referring to the design of the master bedroom. “At least let me know your favorite colors and the hard no’s.”

With a chuckle, I bobbed my head and leaned against the stove. “I can do that. Maybe we can have dinner tomorrow or thenext day and get to know each other a little better. How does that sound?”

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