HOW YOU LIKE THAT | JENLISA

Chapter 47

Jennie

It wasn't the first time that Lisa had demanded something. Usually, she was shy but never hesitated if she wanted something. This wasn't a subtle request either. There was a possessive glint in her eyes when she grabbed my hand and asked me to go to her room.

I followed her like a good, and obedient wife.

A zing of excitement and nervousness rushed through my blood as I wondered what would happen tonight. I was dying a little from anticipation.

A woman like me would have never dreamed of getting married to someone like Lisa. If circumstances were different, there was no doubt about it, and even though I had feelings for Lisa that ran deep, I wasn't sure if she felt the same way. Even with marriage in the equation, she might never love me. She wanted me; I knew that much, but I'd assumed it was because she'd lacked the love and attention that I gave her. It could be purely sexual attraction, and whatever it was, I would take it.

I hoped that one day she'd learn to love me back in return.

Once inside the room, she turned the lock and my gaze swept around the room. I've spent most of my time here with her as her caregiver, but I never thought that I'd be sharing the bedroom with her. It wasn't decorated like a honeymoon suite, no roses, no scented candles, nothing romantic, and that made me wonder if it was because the family assumed that Lisa wasn't capable of the understandings of what really happened on wedding nights.

The look in her eyes clearly said that she might not understand what went on, but she was going to be a quick learner.

Lisa stood at the door, silent, but her stance was still predatory. Her whiskey-coloured eyes were blazing as they raked over my body, starting from below and to the top, stopping only briefly to stare at my breasts.

I bit my lip; this was getting awkward very fast.

"Lisa, do you... do you..." stop stammering like an idiot, Jen! "Do you know what happens on a wedding night?"

"We fuck?" She asked with a straight face.

I burst out laughing, but Lisa wasn't finding this funny. "We make love. That's a better term, don't you think?"

Lisa didn't care about the term as long as we were going to get naked and doing it. I could read that on her face. She took off her jacket and tossed it over the plush chair. I would be kidding if said I wasn't feeling a little on the edge.

"Lose that nightgown." Lisa said brusquely.