Page 57 of Twisted Deceit
“Ok, bye.” She ended the call and wondered if he was still looking at her. She toyed a bit with the phone and saw only one contact was listed on the device. She dialed the same number and he answered at the first ring.
“I presume this phone is for me?” She acted cool about it, although she was ecstatic about having a way to communicate with the rest of the world.
“Yes, to call me anytime you need to talk to me.” His tone was casual, but it made her wonder if she sounded too desperate last night.
“Usually, there isn’t much to discuss, but I’ve been curious about your work.”
A long pause, like he wasn’t buying her story. “Ok. Later.”
Aadhya looked forward to having dinner with him that evening. She spent the day using the new phone and catching up with her friends. They were teasing her, saying they were expecting her to share the good news with them, especially when she called them out of the blue.
The evening came and went, and so did nightfall. She debated calling him to ask where he was but didn’t want to sound desperate. She wasn’t his real wife to check on him or wait up for him.
The harsh reality she was already aware of, hit her hard for an unknown reason.
At half past midnight, she was sure he wasn’t coming before she went to bed. Was he avoiding her because of what happened the night before in his office?
It had to be! How could he avoid her after what they shared the night before? Did he think she had feelings for him, and accepting that would mean ending the contract? Why did he need the contract when she was a part of what he was doing?
Suddenly, the contract she had drafted was not something she wanted to be restricted by. She knew he was not the kind to hold her captive as his wife if she wasn’t willing, so why was he hiding behind the contract?
Aadhya knew what she wanted and decided to get what she wanted from her husband.
Fake or real, it didn’t matter to her. She wanted him.
Chapter 23
The following day, she woke up to a novel feeling and it was not only because her husband was still in bed, but his hand cupped her breast over her bralette possessively. She was angry with him but could not help but smile at how he held her. She had her mind about what she wanted, and she was going to take it all the way that day.
Because he was still asleep, she figured he had probably crawled into bed late at night or even early hours. She wasn’t going to let him get away from her that day. With that, she slipped out from under him, careful not to wake him and went into the bathroom.
Shortly after, she stepped out of her dressing room, a traditional outfit and jewelry to go with it. The outfit was pushing the limits on how much skin she was comfortable showing, but she was on a mission that day. She wanted the contract to end.
Does that mean you want him as your real husband?A voice challenged.
It doesn’t directly imply that.
She ignored the debate and walked over to where he slept and sat on the bed dusting her damp hair. She knew droplets of water would splash all over and wake him up. But that’s what she wanted. She sat on the bed, her entire back visible as she had a backless top on that morning. The only thing that was keeping her blouse in place were two knots, one at the nape of her neck and another, all the way at the waistband of the matching skirt she had on.
The front of her blouse had a plunging neckline that showed a good part of her breast curvature. Just enough to drive a man nuts. If that outfit were to be worn in public, the sash paired with it would cover most of her skin. That morning, she chose not to use the sash.
A few moments into gently rubbing her hair with a towel, her heart started to go on a rampage. Her back stiffened, knowing his eyes were on her. She stayed still, wondering if he would make the move but nothing followed and she got even more frustrated.
Maybe he was still asleep?
Not wanting to dial back on her plan, she tossed her hair in the air, ensuring there was enough of a splash of water on him. She slowly stood up and faced him. Pretending to be air-drying her hair she stood under the fan in the middle of the room, with her head thrown back. She knew he could see what she intended for him to see, yet he did not move.
Impossible that he was still sleeping.
Unable to bear his adamant stance, she slowly walked over to the side where he slept. She saw him lie on his stomach, his face turned away from her, and wondered if he was really sleeping. Her stomach twisted with guilt.
Why was she so desperate for his attention? Couldn’t she wait until he was fully awake to get him to make out with her?
Ashamed with her behavior, she was just about to turn away when she noticed how ragged his breathing was. It was impossible for him to have such elevated breathing while sleeping.
Bring it on, my dear husband.
She slowly reached for the blanket that layered over his legs, she slowly pulled it up to his chest. She also noticed he was sleeping with a t-shirt on when most days he slept bare-chested. Did he think wearing a t-shirt would stop her?
