Wedcuffed

Chapter 14

Adrian P.O.V

 After seeing Sarah with Justin in the restroom, I acted as if I didn't care, but deep down, it was bothering me. Watching my wife close to another man was unsettling. When she entered my cabin to sign the papers, I couldn't hold back any longer and directly questioned her about her relationship with Justin. She confidently replied that there was nothing between them, and from the sincerity in her eyes, I could tell she was telling the truth.

Despite knowing her past and the dubious nature of her character, I felt an intense attraction toward her. I had wanted to taste those lips ever since I first saw her. Without thinking further, I kissed her.

At first, she tried to push me away, but eventually, she gave in. I didn't realize how quickly one kiss would lead to more. I only came to my senses when Sarah pushed me back. She immediately stood up and rushed out of my cabin. I leaned back, taking a deep breath. Although I didn't regret kissing her, it wasn't like she would ever find out.

I got up and continued with my work. It was nearly 9:00 p.m. when I left for home. Deciding to stay away from Sarah as much as possible, I felt I couldn't trust myself around her.

After about 20 minutes of driving, I arrived at the mansion. I had planned to move in with Jessica after our marriage, but things didn't go as expected. The mansion was eerily quiet. Besides the hallway, the entire house was dark. I headed straight to my room, took a shower, and then went to the kitchen to get some dinner. During this time, I didn't see Sarah. She didn't come out of her room or enter the kitchen.

I found some lasagna in the fridge, took it out, and heated it up. With the lasagna and a glass of wine, I headed to the dining area. The first bite was delicious. "Ummmm," I moaned as the rich flavour of the Italian herbs hit my tongue. I made a mental note to ask Anisa for the recipe. After finishing my meal and refilling my wine glass, I heard the front door open. Sarah entered the house, still in the office attire she had worn that morning. Our eyes met, but she quickly averted her gaze and headed towards her room.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"I had some work at the office," she replied, not meeting my eyes.

"It's almost midnight. Can you explain what work couldn't be done later?" I pressed.

"Just clearing out some old company issues, and it had to be done today," she said, running her fingers through her open hair.

Damn, she looked sexier with her hair down.

"From tomorrow, the driver will pick you up and drop you off. As Adrian Parker's wife, there are people who might try to harm you to get to me. Also, inform me if you're coming home late. I need to know where you are, unlike you, I have a reputation to maintain," I said in a stern voice.

She gave me a hard look, placed her bag on the floor, and walked towards me.

"As far as I remember, you were the one who kissed me forcefully a few hours ago. Yet you have the audacity to call me a whore. Wow!" she retorted, standing in front of me. Her hazel eyes were filled with anger.

"Well, you can't say you didn't enjoy it. Seeing your arousal, I wasn't surprised. A mere touch made you wet; I guess whores like you can't hold back for long," I sneered.

She was momentarily taken aback but quickly masked her reaction. She crossed her arms, emphasizing her breasts. Following my gaze, she noticed where I was looking. Moving closer, she gave me a clear view of her smooth, swollen breasts. I recalled the memories of her lying beneath me, my tongue exploring her lips. I loved the way she moaned when I sucked her neck. I wondered how her naked body would feel pressed against mine, moaning my name.