My Spicy Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 23

Realization dawned over me like a cold shower when I realized that I ate his share too.

Fu**

I'm not a starved bitch.
He must have told me before opening the next box. Coz this bitch was busy in ogling the hell out of her husband.

'It's okay. I've had it earlier.', he stood up and took the empty boxes to the kitchen.

Shit
I knew he didn't.

I called to order pizza for him coz that's the only thing I could think of at that shameful moment.

He came back and dashed inside the bathroom.

Shit
It felt bad to eat copious of Chinese without him. We all know I don't like him but that really didn't mean that I would leave him starving for the whole night.
I knew he was humungous when it came to food. Back then, he couldn't resist himself if clock ticked a little further than his lunch time.

I laid down again with a heavy abdomen and saw him emerging from the bathroom all wet.
Did he just play inside?

He unfolded the mat and commenced his prayer.
He was slow.
Taking his time.
I calculated his moves with great interest until my eyelids felt heavy.

A harsh knock landed on the poor door making me jump.
I opened my eyes and found him in sujood.
Still praying...

I stood up to attend it.
Slipping a huge tip in delivery boy's hand, I shut the door and found him folding the mat.

'What is it?', he asked without looking at me.

Laying the box on the bed, I sat beside him and he had his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

'You didn't eat anything.', I said while adjusting the comforter on my aching body.

'Ohh', he composed himself then laughed.

What?

'I thought..', he closed his eyes and masked his laugh.

'Shut up.', I spat.

Idiot.

'I'm not an elephant.', I spat again that in turn escalated his laugh.

'Shut up.', I laid in bed and my eyes droop closed.

He snickered again and I hid my head under the comforter.
Shut it!

Darkness engulfed me until I felt his arm snake around my waist like a light, illuminating my insides.

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Some heaviness shifted away and I saw his blurred frame praying.
Moments later I felt myself gliding again.

'Can I kiss you?'
I heard his raspy voice and looked around only to find darkness.

Am I even visible to him?

I nodded my head sleepily and his hot lips captured mine. He moved slowly, making my insides ablaze by his name. My hands delved in his thick soft locks making him moan and deepen the kiss.

'Kiss me back.', he whispered against my lips.

And guess what?
I did.

I felt him mounting over me while darting his tongue in my mouth, exploring it oh so slowly.

I pulled away for breath but he was way too impatient to plant his lips again.

My hands travelled down to his chest, seeking his warmth. His heart hammered erratically against my palm and I dreaded. What if he gets another attack?