Insatiable

Chapter 2

Do you know what it's like? Walking day in and day out through these endless plain walls that is the Mavros residence. Well that is pretty much all I do every day. I explore the house, watering the plants, cooking or doing whatever comes to mind until Demetriuss comes home.

No job or outside activity to keep me busy, my overprotective husband is worried that I could be kidnapped or fall prey to the charms of another man even though he has three male bodyguards following me everywhere I go. When I am in the comfort of my own room or when I am doing my business in the toilet - their ears are strained to hear every single sound that comes from the door. There is never anything suspicious, they just have the misfortune of hearing me pee.

You would think the perks of having three bodyguards following you around everywhere is that you will at least have a few companions, someone to talk to in this empty house but no. Demetrius forbid them to utter a word to me unless it is of the absolute imperative or they would be fired immediately, his reason being they have dicks just like any other man.

The cooks, cleaners and chauffeur avoid me like the plague; all are men which I find strange considering Demetrius can't stand seeing a man within 3 meters of me. I have asked him about it, his reason being - not wanting me to bat for a different team or something like that, I'm still a bit fuzzy on how the thought even crossed his mind.

"How have you been?" I ask one of the bodyguards, he gives no reply, not that I was expecting one anyway but it didn't stop me from trying.

"Doing anything fun in the weekend?" I ask again, still no response, I sigh in resignation and plop down on the leather sofa and turn on the TV. I aimlessly flick through the channels and stop when I get to 'You've Been Framed.'

I find the show absolutely hilarious but some part of me feels it's wrong to laugh at people humiliate and injure themselves on TV, but in the end they get money for it, so I guess they don't really care.

"Oh my gosh." I cover my mouth to stop my laugh of embarrassment for a lady whose dress had accidentally come undone, exposing her breasts to everyone in the room. I can't imagine being her position.

I look at my bodyguard hoping they would give some sort of reaction to what just happened. Nothing. Not even a little tint of pink forming on their cheeks.

"Seriously? Nothing? You just saw a woman's breast and all you guys did was stand stiff and emotionless like a robot." I folded my arms across my chest and waited for a response, they didn't say anything, only kept one hand behind their back and the other gripped tightly on the gun holster.

"I give up." I turned off the TV and marched upstairs to my room, as expected they followed me and stood outside the door.

I spent two hours in my room; I slept for the most part and daydreamed for the other. I felt my stomach rumble and was glad Demetrius wasn't here; if he was he would have scolded me about my tendency to skip meals then force me to eat a full course dinner, muttering about woman and their obsession with looks.

I went into the kitchen with my three bodyguards trailing after me, I took out the ravioli from last night and heated it up, I'm not a big fan of overnight food but I was too exhausted to cook and I had given Lewis, our cook a day off, so I sucked it up and ate the ravioli, not all of it, so there was enough for Demetrius when he came home.

While I was eating a wicked thought suddenly crossed my mind, I don't know what provoked it - probably my mounting boredom, but the thought seemed so devilish that I couldn't help but cooperate with the naughty side of me. I hurriedly finished my ravioli and went upstairs straight to my wardrobe; Demetrius is going to love this.