His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

30 Can You Teach Me?

I didn't wake up until it was near lunchtime the next day. Frade was lying next to me, resting one hand on my head and the other on the back of his head, staring straight ahead. He seemed to have woken up a long time ago, but he didn't want to disturb me, so he just lay there.

Although my body was uncomfortable and my v.agina was tingling from last night's s.ex, the smell of his hormones made me want to have him again.

Frade satisfied my desire for s.ex when I was reborn. He brought every cell of my body back to life! I like him, but not just sexually.

"Are you hungry?" He turned and kissed my forehead. "Would you like to have breakfast in your room?"

"It's time for lunch!" My voice was hoarse, and last night's moaning left my throat a little tired.

I stroked Frade's chest and ran my fingers along his muscular lines. How I wished we were a real couple right now, how I wished I could be close to his heart, but I knew it was Mia and not me that remained in his heart.

"Frade!" I whispered. "Can you teach me?"

"Teach you what?" He looked at me with a smile. "You're good enough in bed!"

"Seriously!" I said to him. "I want you to teach me how to fight and how to use a gun!"

I still can't forget what Sarah's dog did to me that night. If Frade hadn't gotten there in time, I would have been no match for that dog. I could imagine him knocking me out and dragging me to the bathroom to do what he wanted. That's the worst that can happen.

I cannot hope that, when faced with danger, Frade will always appear at my side, like a savior. I can only rely on myself most of the time. I need to learn how to fight back. I need a pistol. I even have to learn how to kill when I'm in danger.

I have come to life. I can not be careless. I must be careful, because I am alone on this road of revenge.

"You want to learn how to shoot?" He stared at me for a long time. After some thought, he said, "Alright, I'll arrange a suitable instructor for you secretly to teach you some self-defense skills. As for guns, I don't think anyone is more suitable to be your teacher than me!"

"Does that mean we get to see each other more often?" I thought about Ron losing me to him last night, but that doesn't mean I belong to him. I'm still Mrs. Moore. Does he want me to be his mistress?

"Go back and tell that coward that my bid is 50% of everything I won last night, if he remembers!" Frade whispered in my ear, "Now everyone in the family knows he lost his wife. He and his family would be disgraced and looked down upon. Maybe he'll take it out on you. You tell him that information so that he won't lay a hand on you, and even make you come to me often!"

Frade was right. Ron was a greedy, fearful man. He was impatient and proud. If he wants to save face, he will find a way to get the gas company in the case. He needs to know his opponent's bid, or at least he can't underbid. With both sides offering the same price, if they want to win, then it depends on their means.

But only if Ron can get the money together. I guess he'll take out a loan, and he'll use all his contacts to find a bank that will give him a loan. As long as he trusts me, as long as he thinks I can help him, then he will accept the bank I suggested, and then everything will go on with my plan.

At that moment, my mobile phone rang and vibrated. I clicked on the screen and there was a message from Ron.

'Eva, I'm leaving the yacht at 13:00, and I want you to come with me! Ron.'

"Who sent the message?" Frade asked.

"That coward, he told me to leave the yacht with him at 13 o'clock!" I put the phone back on the nightstand, and he now remembered that I was his wife. But this kind of behavior makes me even more disgusted. I really don't want to pay attention to him.

"So do you want to go with him, or do you want to stay with me?" Frade put his hand gently between my legs as he gently massaged the softest parts of my body. With his teasing, I felt like I was going to get wet again.

"I have to go with him!" I said regretfully, "Although I want to be with you!"

"Never mind, we have plenty of time in the future! Take your time!" He kissed me on the lips. "I can wait!"

"Frade, can you do me one more favor?" I've learned how to use men's emotions to bargain, and now it's time for me to ask for something in return.

"What more do you want, my dear?" He asked.

"Can you investigate a woman for me in Santa María?"

"Who?"

So I gave him Lady Mary's name and asked him to look into Gina's health records for me. Frade agreed without a second thought. It seemed like he could do anything. Maybe he was an investor in the hospital.

I began to rely on Frade's powers for my own good, and I knew it was all because I looked like Mia. My heart goes out to Mia. I don't know her, but I'd like to see what she looks like if I get the chance. Just an old photo will do.

Frade picked up the phone and ordered room service. Soon, the waiter arrived with a cart full of delicious food. The waiter's red hat reminded me of Frade when he was pretending to be a waiter, so I teased him during lunch.

I didn't expect him to imitate the waiter's action by serving me dinner. And I gladly accepted his services. His imitation was so nearly identical that I couldn't help laughing.

We had a happy lunch. It was short, but I felt real and happy. It was getting close to 13 o'clock, so I took a shower with him, and we made love again in the bathroom.

Without foreplay, we all know that time is short and we all reach orgasm in the shortest possible time.

I went back to my original room, but the waiter told me that Ron was waiting for me on the boat, so I rushed to the boat. I saw Ron hugging Sarah and kissing her good-bye.

I guess I overestimated him. Even if his wife wasn't around all night, he still had plenty of women. Why didn't I see through this d.amn man in my last life?

Am I supposed to pretend to be a jealous wife and then go up there and slap Ron and Sarah in the face?