The Actress' Husband

Episode 37: Mine

Thank you for all the birthday wishes on the last chapter for my mom. They really made her day! She didn't know I was still writing on this site lmao. Now I feel apologetic to her because of what's in store for this chapter...🙈

Episode 37: Mine

"I'm getting angrier the more I think about it." Emily growled while she paced around the living room after they arrived home. Walking in circles, she bit down onto her fingers, chipping away at the nail polish. She realised too late what she was doing - a bad habit that Nicholas usually scolded her about. Accordingly, he was sitting in the heart-shaped couch with a frown as he watched her.

He had been smirking at the fiery reaction she had of her cousin hitting on him earlier. The entire ride she had been tense because of it. As her spouse, he had tried to calm her down by telling her the redhead hadn't gotten the chance to do anything remotely sexual, but that only seemed to make her angrier.

Who knew that Emily had been the jealous type?

He certainly hadn't seen it coming.

She constantly had this self-assured attitude, that is if one was to minus her understandably moody days.

It took him as a pleasant surprise that she could become so riled up. To the point that she could throw away the remarkable control she usually had over herself to the wind.

And why?

All because of him.

From the couch, Nicholas studied her nails which she continued to bite before he stood up and pulled her into his lap. She yelped and braced her hands on his shoulders for physical support. Her eyes were still smoldering as he looked at her, but his hands on her waist was enough to make her breath hitch.

Right then, she forgot what she was even mad about.

"She's nothing compared to you."

Oh right. Now she remembered.

Nicholas made quick process of uplifting her spirits by peppering kisses to her knuckles, the palm of her hand, the base and then her cheeks, and to his relief, she wasn't wearing a scowl anymore. Then again, she knew how to conceal her emotions well. It was partially upsetting to think she'd still do that after all they've spoken about in that regards.

"Darling, I know you have every reason to be upset right now after what she pulled," he acknowledged softly and reached up to run his hand through her hair, "But are you going to spend the night sulking over this or are you going to do something to alleviate this anger of yours?"

Her eyes raised at his suggestive tone.

The invitation he was offering her was unhidden. His entire body language screamed what he really wanted to say. Those dangerous words were just lingering on the edge of his lips, begging for some kind of prompting from her. And she matched up to his expectations.

"By that you mean..."

"Ride me."

She felt her mouth part in suprise, the blood rushing to the surface of her skin as the order slowly sunk into her mind.

"W-What?"

He leant back, making her legs dangle on both sides of him. The relaxed posture he held didn't match his fiery eyes one bit as he stared at her, awaiting what she'd do.

Her throat was like sandpaper as she held his gaze, her face burning more and heart speeding up with anxiety and...excitement.

Could she really do something like this?