..Out of the Blue ..💙

4.Him

Rishi's POV

The evening at Monica's mother's place was always a mix of pleasure and challenge. The pleasure of her delicious food and the challenge of dealing with Monica's cold demeanor. Yet, there was an underlying warmth in Monica, a passion that only I could unlock. And tonight, I was determined to savor every bit of it.

Driving back home, I glanced at Monica. She looked stunning as ever, her face still flushed from our earlier escapade. She was an enigma, a woman who could be so cold and yet so passionate. And tonight, I planned to unwrap every layer of her enigma.

As soon as we reached home, I couldn't wait. The moment we stepped inside, I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close. "Now, where were we?" I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear.She smirked, her eyes dark with desire. "Right where you left off," she replied, pulling me towards the bedroom.Our clothes were off in seconds, and we were on the bed, lost in a whirlwind of passion. Monica's moans filled the room as I kissed every inch of her body, savoring the taste of her skin. She was mine, and I was hers, in this moment and every moment after. That's what I thought, even though it might not be the truth.

We made love with a fervor that left us both breathless. As we lay there, tangled in each other's arms, I realized that no matter how cold she appeared on the outside, she had a warmth inside that comforted me every time. Sometimes I experienced a calmness lying near her, a calmness that I never received from anywhere else. There was always a solution for every problem; if there wasn't, she'd make one.

I admired her features as she slept peacefully. Her stiff demeanor was still there, but she was incredibly beautiful; there was no denying that. Her perfect jawline, those sexy lips, her little smirk—everything about this woman had me weak.

I'd never felt the need for any other woman. Although in the business world men used to sleep with each other's wives and collect mistresses, I never found anyone as perfect as her."I love you, Monica, more than anything," I said, kissing her shoulder. She stirred in her sleep. She was in a deep sleep. I touched her nose and hugged her from behind, scooting her close.

I was drifting off to sleep when she removed my hands from her body. She's not the cuddling type, but I am totally opposite. Sometimes certain things about Monica don't match. I don't know why she still can't accept my love. She says she doesn't believe in the word. She says everything else: that we're family, we're caring, you're beautiful, but never the word love. She says it sometimes for my satisfaction; I can feel that. That's one thing about her: she can understand how I feel every time. She knows all my emotions and problems without me even telling her. She knows when I am lying, when I am sad, when I'm angry, jealous, or needy—everything about me. Sometimes I even think she's the man in our relationship.

There was a point where my ego was not ready to accept the smartness and intelligence of Monica. It was mostly because my colleagues from business used to taunt me about it, calling me a moron or making me feel like I am not man enough. It was really annoying.

Then one day when I was being taunted, she arrived at the occasion. Soon the smile of a group of people stopped.She dragged my hands to her butt. I didn't understand what she was doing."He is my man; he gets to squeeze it every night. And every night I suck his dick. Only he gets to fuck me, and I don't sleep with his colleagues like a fucking whore. And he's not a male whore like you," she said and kissed me wildly in front of them. At that moment, I fell in love with her.

I understood all the envy I was getting from them was because I have Monica. They'll never have a wife like her; all of their wives were nothing but just a pretty face everyone was tired of.For the first time, I felt lucky. She supported me everywhere; she was the perfect wife. My business achieved great things. And in bed, she's everything I want. Even though she's the dominant one, I like it; she's really sexy. Sometimes she understands what I want to boost my ego; she'll act as a submissive. But I know it's because she thinks I am feeling low at that time. It's scary how she can read me.