Married At Nineteen

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: I want to thank Rapmopon for her support. Thanks for the great cover, I love you. 😘😘
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Eddy

It's just want, it's just want! It's not a good feeling.

Chris has left me scared now than ever. It shouldn't be because I promised not to fall for him. Ugh

No I don't think I'm falling for him. Yeah, it's just want. It happens to humans, in fact all living creatures. You know that mating-kinda-thing, I know that's the feeling.

When it seems Chris is the only available guy in the world to slake the urge but what urge are we talking about here again? Is that even what I'm feeling? But I don't feel that way when you're watching a sexual scene in a movie towards him albeit a little bit anyway.

We are worlds apart, I can never fall for him. I thought I just like how he looks but no, it's not his looks only that drives me nuts. I don't know what it is. Can someone please help me now, someone, anyone?

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It's been a few hours since Chris dropped me off. He's been a real gentleman as his father said.

No wonder Amarachi kept him for long, I mean who doesn't know what's good.

After coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body, water tiptoed with me to the closet as it dripped from my hair, leaving trails from the bathroom behind me.

I pulled away the towel from my body. God forbid if Chris bursts into the room and sees me like this. That would be my greatest and unthinkable embarrassment. I don't think I would ever leave this room.

Fact- Chris is used to seeing a lush, flawless and fully curvy body. I'm so ashamed to be his forced wife on paper. I don't believe guys love girls because of who they truly are but because of what circumstance they are in or mainly because of how she looks.

Chris deserves better. He's utterly gorgeous, that's not a word to call a guy but I can't describe him. I can't beat his taste. He's insanely gorgeous for someone like me. Who knows but I'm sure he's ashamed of me, is he?

Back at the café, I was mesmerized by his chest muscles. As he sat forward, his hands clasped together on the table, I watched as his muscles contract and relax antagonistically against the breast of his shirt. I couldn't breathe properly because of his perfect eyes looking directly into mine. His lavishing bright smile, gee it's so perfect.

I slipped on my panties without anything holding my breasts. I do that almost all the time before going to bed. But I can certainly not do that outdoors apart from the morning. You don't want your bust swaying and bouncing with each step you take and nipples pointing out like nails at everyone behind your t-shirt. I don't have big busts but that doesn't mean I have a small one either.

After putting on my pyjamas, I sat on the edge of my bed to grasp my phone from my nightstand. That's when it hit me. I completely forgot about Chris' present. I mentally smacked myself on the head for being forgetful especially when it involves a present given by someone who cares.

Without hesitation, I picked up the large box that stood on its thinnest edge. Opening the box, I pulled out a head. A black, large and extremely polished surface scintillates before my eyes.

Wow, it's beautiful.

My eyes pinned onto the iPad in my hands for a couple of seconds. I don't deserve this sort of a present. My former iPad is a lot cheaper than this and I got it from my dad after much pleading.