Willingly: Her Version

Chapter Fourteen

The company has a pool of applicants. My superior asked me whether I would like to render the full thirty days after notice or if I want to end my contract on the first week. They can hire someone for me to train early. I only thought about it for fifteen seconds before agreeing to earlier separation.

When I saw Kurt at the pantry, I realized I should've asked him. I went to talk to him about it, and he only said, "That's better."

I wasn't sure how to feel about that. Should I be excited that I'll get to work on my book earlier?

The following weekend, I tried to prepare myself for the coming change. No office work, just me and my thoughts. If I'm going to be a stay-at-home wife, what am I supposed to do anyway? Kurt didn't say anything. I contemplated on it. Some people bring lunchboxes to work, instead of ordering from nearby stores. I like cooking. Maybe I could try?

The following Monday, I woke up early to prepare breakfast and his lunchbox. I feel a bit nervous. Would it be okay? Would he bring it? Would he eat it?

I told him to take it, not explaining what it was. I was embarrassed. He looked at me for two seconds before stuffing it into his bag. I exhaled in relief. Now, what to do? I decided to tackle my old belongings. That took hours. When I finished, I was exhausted. I kept changing my mind on whether to keep something or discard it.

The following day, I realized I'm not looking forward to preparing lunch for myself. It takes time and I'll eat alone. I decided to prepare two lunchboxes in the morning and eat mine on my working table.

The next day, Kurt noticed the extra lunchbox and he turned a bit aggressive.

He pushed me against the kitchen counter, near the sink.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He's already dressed for work but his expression tells me he would like to have me. That confused me, does he want a quickie? He tugged me up on the counter.

"Whose wife are you?" He asked as he bit my earlobe. I was too sensitive in that area so I moaned. His hands on me felt aggressive, though. His actions are rough.

"Yours." I'm still not following what's wrong with him. Technically, we aren't married yet, but that's just going to be a formality.

Even his kiss was consuming. He bit my lips and sucked on my tongue hard, it was bordering painful. I tried to slow him down, pushing him away a bit, but he didn't budge with his pacing and in his position. He gripped my legs as he pulled me on the edge of the counter. I gasped as he ripped my panties painfully. He'd have to buy me a lot of underwear if he keeps doing that. He roughly shoved his pants and briefs down before shoving himself inside me.

"Who owns your body? Who's allowed to get inside you like this?" He asked roughly. Is he feeling possessive again? I don't normally see him that way, but I've seen it, so it's not as surprising this time.

"You. Only you." I answered as he brought us to the edge and reached our orgasm.

"To whom are you giving the other lunchbox to?" He asked against my ear as we try to catch our breath. It was too intense with his touch rougher than usual.

"It's mine. I'm not going to cook lunch anymore." I explained as I lied on the counter. He stilled at my statement.

"What? You thought I'm giving it to some other guy?" I sounded a bit irritated, which I was. A complicated expression appeared on his face.

"I..." He rarely speaks, so he rarely gets into an argument, and rarely has to apologize. He does look apologetic, though.

"It's fine. I liked it rough this time. Don't assume such things in the future, though." I pressed a hard kiss against his lips. He gently put me down. I sighed as I surveyed his clothes.

"Quickly change your clothes." I pushed him towards the bedroom, up to his closet. I picked up a fresh underwear and wore it.

I noticed his gaze and I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're going to be late."

It took me a while to adjust to my schedule. Initially, I'm feeling relaxed as there's no pressure of output and deadlines. I conditioned my brain to think I'm having a break this first week as I planned out what my game plan would be. I still need to stick to a schedule if I want this to work out. When I feel bored, I would browse articles on writing. I used to read a lot of books, but that changed as I got busy at work. I got curious at Kurt's collection of books so I checked them out. He's a bit philosophical. The books are under self-help, memoirs, business, and psychology. Not a single novel or story. I glanced at mine which is an array of genres. We overlap on self-help, business, and psychology. I picked up a memoir and started reading it.

Overall, I don't feel like a prisoner. I like the freedom to do what I want on my preferred schedule. I have to keep reminding myself to be productive, though. Six months or one year? I should be able to produce a good book within that time frame. It should be long enough for an amateur like me. I still go out to buy and do essential things. I mentioned it to Kurt and he didn't seem to mind. Those are the times he exhibits his rationality. I've always done house chores on my own before so it wasn't much of a change to do them at Kurt's place. I realized he's very neat and organized. There's not much to clean up.

I grinned as Kurt brought me gifts that night. It must be his own way of saying sorry. He got me an interesting book on writing. Holding it, I realized he's really going to support me in what I chose to do, he wasn't just saying it. He also brought me an array of snacks. I could gorge on them when I get bored. He picked the ones I actually like.