Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Bookstore

"What are you doing?! It's not worth it." I say wanting to leave and not cause any more attraction after all, I would be leaving tomorrow.

"No, I am speaking with her manager." He says this to me with stern eyes.

I roll my eyes, and he whispers in my ear, "Oh, baby, I love the way you look when you roll your eyes, but I'm afraid only when I fuck you. Otherwise, if you keep the bratty attitude up, I'll have to put you over my knee and make your ass red."

I find myself shivering under his harsh words. The threat of spanking me yet another time.

He smirks at my reaction. Chuckling slightly he firmly squeezed it one time. I push his grabbing hands off my ass.

"Something wrong, wife?" He asks me, teasing.

I steady my breathing and bite my tongue so as not to say something rude and mess up the switch for Emily.

"I just have to go to the bathroom," I say quietly.

He looks at me, analyzing my face.

"Go ahead straight there and straight back while I talk to the manager, he says as the manager walks up.

"Okay," I say, handing him the dress and quickly scurrying to the bathroom.

I'm sighing as I stand there.

I quickly use the bathroom, and my stomach is in knots.

I walk out and wash my hands.

While he talks to the manager, I'm going to go look at the books. I think I was walking to the other side of the mall, where I saw a bookstore.

I just needed a minute alone anyway.

Could you blame me?

I don't know this strange man.

This man is my brother-in-law.

He is intimidating and speaks in tongues when I'm around, so he deliberately excludes me.

Whatever. I look at the books, slowly picking up a couple here and there and reading a few pages.

"Where have you been?!" I hear Alexander loudly startling me, holding a bag with a couple of dresses in it. I was hoping he wouldn't get them and would just have given up.

"Isn't obvious?" I say, looking at the books and gesturing.

His jaw viably clenches.

"Do you have any that you want?" He asked me

"Uh, no, not really," I said, putting the book up, that I was looking at.

"Well, you have about 5 seconds to find one; otherwise, what happens when we get home will have been for nothing." He says, staring at me blankly.

"What?" I ask him questioningly.

"Find a book you want in 5 seconds; you will understand what else I said later." He says he is looking at me.

I glance around and carefully pick one up. One of the ones I was interested in.

"Any others?" He asks me, looking at me with an arched eyebrow.

"Just this one," I said I was holding part two of the first book I picked out.

"Alright, let's go." He says he is taking the books from my hands as we head to the front of the store.

The old cashier checked us out, and when I saw the total, I grabbed a pen and wrote it on my hand so I could give him cash from my wallet.

"What are you doing?" He asks me while watching me write the price on my hand.

"I'm writing it down so when we get in the car, I can pay you back." I am about to write the last number when the pen is ripped from my hand and put back in the cup. He grabs my hand, starting to lead me out while holding the two bags. He licks his thumb and rubs it over my hand where I had written the number down.

"You will not say that again. I am your husband, and it is my job to care for you and spoil you. I don't want you to embarrass me like that again. Now let's get home and deal with you not listening to me." He says he is walking back to the car.

"What are you talking about?" I ask carefully, getting an uncomfortable feeling.

"As soon as we get home." He says he is opening the door for me. I slide in and buckle myself in.

Rolling my eyes.

His flare for the dramatics certainly won't be missed.

He grabs my jaw, moving my face to meet his. "You are only going to make things worse for yourself. I suggest you knock it off, wife." He says to me, placing his lips on mine, before quickly pulling away and closing the door.

He walks over to his side, buckling in and starting the car.

He began to drive, and I will say the way he flawlessly shifted was very impressive. I reach below and pull out one of the books. He side-eyes me and says, "At least it won't be for nothing." He smirks to himself.

I look at him for a second and turn my focus back to the book. We stopped suddenly at the house, and I reached in my purse to find a piece of paper to use as a bookmark.

Sliding it into the book, I smile.

"Let's go upstairs." He says he is opening the door for me.

"I'm not tired." I mean carrying the bags in the house.

"Well, I want to see you in the couple of dresses I picked out before you went to the bookstore." He speaks in a fixed tone.

"Oh okay," I say feeling guilty; he even got the dumb dresses in the first place.

"Well, the first party is today, then tomorrow there's one. So if either of them fit weird, I can still take them back." He says this to me as we walk up the steps.

I think tomorrow is the best time to do the switch anyway. Though my dad would likely wait until the party was over,

He throws me the bag of two dresses.

I walk to the bathroom to change.

"What are you doing, wife?" He asked me, crossing over his arms.

"To change?" I question

"You can do so out here; you're my wife. There's no need to feel embarrassed; I've seen it all before." He says to me, leaving me no room for argument.

I try getting undressed in a way that you don't see my scars. I have the feeling that my sister doesn't want to blow my cover.

Each dress fits perfectly.

His eyes widen each time I come out.

"You look ravaging ." He said it seductively.

Against my ear when the last dress was one.

"Do you remember what I told you when you asked to go to the bathroom?" He asks me, holding onto my waist.

Straight there, straight back comes to mind.
"You disobeyed me and disrespected me. I think you deserve to be punished for not listening to me and continuing to roll your eyes at me. I gave you specific instructions." He says his tone is changing to serious.

"What are you talking about? Let go of me." I say