Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Ice Cream

Softly placing me in the warm bath. Leaning my tired, sore body.

The comforting embrace of the warm bath envelops my entire body, gently soothing the soreness that began at my core and extended down my weary legs.

Alex looks at me with soft eyes.
"Are you going to be okay for a few minutes while I change the sheets?" he asked me.

"Uh yeah, I'll be fine; the warmness of the bath feels nice."
I say with a small smile.

"Okay, baby, I'll be right back. Call me if you need anything," Alex says, caringly leaning down, and kissing the top of my head before walking out into the bedroom.

The bathroom door is slightly ajar. The light from the bedroom is lightly shining through the crack.

I wet my hair.
The shampoo bootleg clicks as I open it, and the bathroom is almost silent.

I add a small around and wash my hair.
The bathroom door was slowly opened, and Alex came in in grey sweatpants.

He smiles at me beautifully.
"Can I help you?" he asked me as he walked in.

"Of course you want to," I say, continuing to scrub the shampoo.

Alexander kneels. His tattoo looks quite nice with the lighting of the bathroom.

Slowly, I remove my hands from my hair. He replaces his own, slowly rubbing my scalp and hair.

"You know next time it shouldn't hurt. You're in for a real treat," he says casually.

However, I felt the heat of a blush creep across my face.

He chuckles, obviously noticing it.
"No need to be embarrassed. Trust me on that. I plan to do vile nasty things to you one day, and you will beg me to do it again." He says, grabbing the cup and rinsing my hair. A couple of times. Before grabbing the conditioner again and rubbing it in my hair.

He patiently lets the water rinse out before picking up the loofah and applying the body wash. With a gentle touch, he massages my arms and chest, showing care and tenderness rather than any hint of sensuality. He proceeds to softly caress my back and places a swift, affectionate kiss on my shoulder.
He began to wash my stomach and privates softly and delicately when he got to my sensitive area.

Washing my legs, he grabs my feet.
"Slow your roll, partner, I got my feet," I say, reaching for the loofah and trying to contain my laughter.

He smirks.
"Okay." He says he is handing me the loaf.

"I plan to use that against you one day." He says with a smirk as he watches me wash my body.

He grabs the cup again, rinsing out the conditioner. He helps me out, wrapping a towel around my body, and he sits me on the bathroom counter.
He grabs my brush, softly brushing my wild hair.

As he finished, he gently tilted my head with just the tip of his pointer finger. Leaning in, he softly and passionately placed his hand on my lips. Before setting the brush back down, he gently lifted me.

"You know I could probably walk," I say as I look up at him.

"You would most definitely fall on the ground," he says slightly amused.

I roll my eyes.

"Scarlett, don't roll your eyes; it's rude." Alexander scolds me as he sets me on the bed.
He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles bulging out even more.

He clears his throat as if expecting me to say something.

I arch my brow at him.

"Okay, I won't roll my eyes," I say with a small smile as the towel wraps tightly around the small curves of my body.

He nods in agreement, his expression gentle and understanding, before reaching out to grab a large, soft shirt from the pile of clothes he had gathered. Gently, he slides it over my head, his movements careful and considerate. Then he takes the towel and carefully begins drying my hair, the fabric warm and comforting against my damp locks.

He grabs the pair of underwear and slides them over my sore, achy thighs.
He pulls my side of the blanket up and helps me to cover me up.

He hands me a remote and walks to the dresser. There is a tray of ice cream he sets down on the bed.

"I thought some ice cream might help you feel better, so I got some for you," he says, running his hand through his hair. His face shows uncertainty as if he's not sure if it's something I would like.
I smile widely.

"I love ice cream!" I say with a big smile.

I finally picked a movie.
"Is this okay?" I ask him, holding out the remote.

He sits beside me without saying a word and then pulls his body close to mine. As he does this, he also brings the tray of ice cream even closer to us.

I grab one.

"Thank you," I say appreciatively as I kiss him on the lips softly.

"Well, I did hurt you. So I gotta make up for it," he says with a small laugh before taking a bit of the ice cream.

"You didn't want or mean to," I say, trying to cheer him up.

"Not like that, no, I didn't. Oh, can I have a bite of yours? I'll let you try mine," he asks, trying to bargain with me.

I chuckle at the cold man before me, trying to bargain with me over some ice cream.
"Fine, you can try it," I say while scooping some of his

"Mine's better; I just had to check," he says with a contained laugh.

Once our ice cream was done, he set the tray off to the side. Slowly begins to rub my legs while his eyes fully tune into the movie as it plays.

My eyes are not. As I studied his sculpture-like body and face sitting before me, his calloused hands on mine felt nice.