The One For Him

The One for Him ~ 49

"You've been a bad girl today, Clarissa", he muttered quietly.

I gasped and turned around. We went inside our bedroom with me walking ahead of him, thinking he was not furious anymore. We had dinner with Tara and Marc who of course made up after that long, thorough wet kiss outside the mansion but obviously my man had no plans of not letting me get away from my sin.

We asked the two lovebirds to spend the night here with us, so he offered them the guest room at the opposite wing from our bedroom.

Oh-oh... Seems like I was wrong. He's burning mad.

He looked at me with his facial expression bland with emotions. I took a deep breath and sighed. Even with no smile on that yummy face, he still couldn't keep me from swooning with desire.

"Baby, I can explain."

God! How many times did I tell him that statement today? I can't count them in my fingers and toes anymore.

He remained quite and assessed me with eyes devoid of emotions. I bit my lower lip, feeling so awkward.

He stood there, leaning with his back against the door, which he locked first before speaking. His arms crossed against that strong chest.

He still wore his business suit, minus the black tuxedo.

"Speak", he commanded quietly. His baritone voice resonated against the large room.

I swallowed.

How to start?

I slowly walked over to our bed and sat at the edge, careful not to show him I limped a bit. My feet hurts from too much walking today. Guess my shoe sizes were changing along with my body. Still biting my lower lip, I kicked my shoes off and rotated my right foot then the other. I felt so heavy. Not because of baby but with guilt.

"I-I got bored", I said in a small voice.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me with those hazel eyes of his.

"I got tired of staying here with nothing to do but sleep, eat and wait for you. I missed hanging out and shopping with my friends. I missed going out to the movies. I missed working. I missed visiting the old library where I usually spend my Saturdays. I missed mom and Dada... I missed you. I missed everything, Alex. I missed my old routine."

I took a long breath.

"I missed myself. I missed the old me."

He still hadn't spoken. I pouted.

"Well... say something."

I was near to tears.

"I know I promised you, I will take care of baby and you, but can I do those things again once baby is born? Can I?", I sounded like I was almost pleading him.

He was silent for a long time. He took a deep breath and placed both of his hands inside his pants pockets.

"I never told you otherwise, Clarissa. I never asked you to stop doing all those things. I didn't want you to change yourself just because I'm marrying you", he stared at me levelly.

Actually, he was right, he never asked anything from me. In fact, all he wanted was my happiness, security and love.

Why am I always complaining? Why am I unsatisfied? I have him, and having him love me, a spoiled-brat, childish, insecure, public school teacher is more than enough to last me a lifetime. It's not everyday you'll find a delicious man like him falling for a plain woman like me. It's a one in a million fairytale.