REISS

35. The Relief

Loviana's POV

I woke up feeling a little lightheaded. I sat upon the bed and instantly hurt my back. Shit. What did I do last night to break my back so ba— I gasped so loudly that I almost choked myself. I slept with him. I practically begged him to fuck me. Shit. Shit. I must have sounded like a desperate whore. Memories of last night came in bits to me. And I realised it all started with him barging in on me when I was pleasuring myself. Shit. Now I must have looked like a whore doing that. Shit.

I jumped out of the bed and immediately regretted it as a delicious ache between my legs remind me of how good he did a job of fucking me yesterday. His dick felt so good inside me. So much that it was making me horny again. I looked down at myself to find myself dressed in an oversized tee which I was sure was his. I sniffed the scent of him. His musky cologne wafting into my nostrils. I could feel myself hot all over. I couldn't believe I was actually so turned on by him that I begged him to fuck me. Yeah, I know he is hot and all. But I never beg for something. Hell, I don't even ask for help.

Argh! I'm so fucking embarassed. I jumped back into the bed, groaning my face into the pillow.

After a while of mourning for the death of my self respect, I smiled when I looked down at his t-shirt which hung loosely around my body, at the thought that he took the effort to clean me and change me into new clothes after all the fucking we had yesterday. I didn't know he could be so sweet. 

I searched for some shorts to wear but when I couldn't find any I went downstairs wearing only an oversized tee. I searched for him in the living room expecting him to be there on the couch sipping coffee but he wasn't there, then I went to the gym expecting to find him working out but I couldn't find him there either.

Maybe he left for work.

I felt sad when realised that he might have left for office. Maybe it was only me who felt something last night. Maybe it was just plain fucking for him. While I was the only one building imaginary shit in my head. I heard the pan clink in the kitchen. I don't know why but I ran to the kitchen. My heart racing just like my feet did.

When I saw him cooking something in the kitchen, relief washed over me. I half expected him to leave for the office but when he didn't, I felt this cosy warmth in my heart. I tiptoed into the kitchen but he just knew I was there because as soon as I set my foot in the kitchen he said,"You're up. Good morning, Lov." He said, his voice deep and gruff.

Lov.

I blushed hearing him call me Lov. It almost sounded like Love. Nope. It is love.

"Good morning." I smiled as I settled on the stool opposite him.

"Did you sleep well?" He flipped the toast and added some butter on it.

"Yeah. Did you?" I asked jumping off the stool to get a glass of water. After all the strenous session yesterday I was dehydrated.

"Yeah. Haven't slept that well in ages." He said placing a cup under the coffee machine.

I hummed in response before gulping down the glass of water.

I couldn't shake off the fact that he is so caring. First he cleaned me after fucking me and now he is making the breakfast too. I'm so grateful to have found him. Even if this is a fake marriage. I will be able to live with the memories of him, his kindness for the rest of my life.

"Thank you for..." I uttered out a thanks to him even before I could stop myself midway. I don't know what to thank him for.

Fucking me good.