Xaiver.
We make it to the cottage in silence. Instead of going on some lavish honeymoon Leah had suggested we just spend some time in my fathers cottage, which was on the outskirts of New York, away from the city and in the countryside. I didn't hate the idea so I had agreed.
I watch as she fiddles around with her fingers as she stares out the window. The car eventually comes to a stop and I watch as she gapes at the building in front of us.
The cottage was relatively large, a two story home with two en suite bedrooms, a lounge, study and kitchen.
I observe as a smile crawls upon her face as she leads the way into the home. The way she walked straight up the stairs and into the guest room rather than master bedroom.
How did she know her way around?
I go to the master bedroom and begin removing the suit and putting on some black sweatpants. I lay in bed on my phone but a knock on the door interruptes my peace.
I get up to open the door to my wife, still in her wedding gown. She barges her way through into the room as she informs;
"I need bedsheets and some clothes." She rummages the walk-in closet looking through the piles of newly bought and stacked clothes.
"When your mother said she would make sure the house was ready for us you'd think she would set up both the rooms." She mutters as she continues her search. I sit back down on my bed and go back to scrolling through my emails ignoring the frustrated grunts my wife releases in the closet.
She walks out mumbling under her breath in a satin lace pink night gown a deep v line, reaching above her mid thighs, that made my mouth go dry as soon my eyes land on her. She topped it with a long silk robe of the same colour with lace sleeves, that of which she was closing to cover her long legs and impressive curves from my roaming eyes as she walks across the room to leave.
God damn.
I am left alone in the room, utterly flabbergasted at the sight I had just seen. My mind replaying her walking as she ties the robe that trails behind her around her waist. I feel a foreign feeling in my stomach and a shiver run down my spine like an electric currant.
Before I can even think I am already on my way to the other room. The door was open, I see her pacing around the room.
"Yes Mrs Huntington, are there any spare bedsheets and clothes that'll cover my body roaming about in this house?" I hear her question into the phone.
"Mrs Huntington -sorry, Mum. You said that you would clean this place out and leave the clothes I gave you here." She voices in panic as her shoulders tense as she continues to pace. She takes a deep inhale of breath before she sighs out her next words.
"No, all is good. There is no need to worry Mrs Hun- I mean Mum." Her face and ears tinge red as my mum says something on the other side.
"Good night, Mis- Mum." She waits a second for my mother to decline the call. She pushes a hand through her disheveled head as she calls another number.
"Hey Nate, can you go to my room and pick me out some clothes, please." She begs into the phone.
"I know it's late, that is why I called you." She snaps into the phone.
"No, I will not wear his clothes. Just bring some clothes and bedsheets over here, please, and don't touch my things." She finalises, pausing for a few seconds as he talks, before hitting decline with a sigh and sitting on the bare mattress. I watch as she shivers at the cooler temperature in the room and lack of clothes.
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Novela Juvenil"I wouldn't do that if I were you" She was frozen on the spot, so I made use of the opportunity. I slip off the ring on her left hand and place it onto her right, replacing it with the ring that meant she was mine. Mine. Mine to toy with. Mine to...
