Married to my Enemy

Chapter 21

I managed to avoid Kohl as much as I could this whole week and I can't say I haven't surprised myself. I honestly don't know how I managed to do it. Being bed buddies an' all hasn't made it easy.

Ever since that night, I haven't had the heart to face him. Not because I feel like he'll do something and I don't trust him but because I just feel... Awkward and ashamed.

I'm the one who had initiated it all to basically chicken out? I drop the wooden spoon on the counter near the curry I'd been mixing. I cover my face in shame with both my hands and shake my head. I'm a fool.

How I've been avoiding him? Easy. Well, easily explained than done.

I wake up earlier than him, springing out of bed for a 'morning jog', really, I just run for 5 mins and sit on the park bench. I've been out a lot more frequently too, meeting my friends and pretending to be asleep when he gets in bed. I know I'm ridiculous.

Today I'm going to face him and confront him! No, I'm really not, I'm just going to go on and act like nothing's happened. Truth be told it's quite tiring avoiding him. I don't think I could do it any longer.

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It's still pretty early so I don't expect Kohl to come back home any time soon. So, I don't even bother locking the door or changing in the bathroom. I take off my pants and pull my shirt up so I can change into my silk nightgown. Although it's pretty modest at covering all the important parts, it fails to cover my back. Just as I begin to undo my bra. The door swings open and as I scream, I run to the curtain as fast as I can. I wait to see if it's my sister-in-law but seeing that it's Kohl I quickly take cover behind the curtains.

Kohl just looks at me with a confused expression. "Knock!" I scream across the room. This warrants me an eye roll that says it's my room and I can do whatever. He walks into the room without a care in the world placing his rucksack on the bed.

While I still cover myself with the curtains, I quickly do my bra back up again. He doesn't glance my way. While he walks to our dresser, he loosens his tie and pulls it off to throw it into the cupboard. He folds up the arms of his shirt, revealing those delicious arms.

Looking over his shoulder, he begins to walk towards me looking at me pretty expressionless. Tilting his head, he gives me a once-over. He scans me from head to toe, lingering on my legs hanging from under the curtain.

"Sweetheart, what might you be doing behind the curtain?" He says it so plainly without any emotion, with no humour and no concern. I glare at him. "I was changing..." I look away, unable to match his intense stare "I didn't realise you'd be back so soon."

He holds my chin and tilts it up towards him. I take a sharp intake of breath at the unexpected gesture. Such a chaste touch but my insides burn under his fingers. "I don't see why you can't change while I'm here, hmm if it makes you feel better I'll remove this button here and then this one..." He says as he unbuttons his shirt so slowly. I look at him alarmed and very aware that he's telling me that he'd strip so that I could feel comfortable about changing in front of him. Yeah, no chance. "Stop, that's unnecessary. Please just hand me my nighty." He stops unbuttoning his shirt and goes to pick up my nightgown that now lies on the ground.

"Oh, this little thing? Not bad Dara, I'm getting all hot and bothered already thinking about you in it." I gulp and redden instantly. "Just. give. me. it." I blurt out impatiently. What? A girl gets cold standing near the window. I'm so glad these window panels are covered by a net curtain or else there'd be no point of me hiding from my husband when the entire neighbourhood could see me instead.

He approaches me once again, giving me another once-over. His lip curls up ever so slightly and he drags the curtain off fast, to the point that I lose my grip and I'm left bare to him. I still have my bra and underwear on. "What are you d-" He's closer now and with one of his fingers he has me stop in my tracks. He gazes into my eyes, only breaking eye contact to glance at my cleavage a few times. Looking smug he closes the distance between us to whisper into my ear "I wondered how you'd been, you know since I hadn't seen you in a while. Had to get a closer look. Thought I'd forgotten how my pretty wife looked."

I bit my bottom lip, feeling incredibly guilty. I was stupid to think he hadn't noticed. He didn't miss the fact that every time he'd breathed near my neck I shuddered.

I closed my eyes feeling as if he'd begin to start smothering sweet but dangerous kisses down my collar. Instead, I'd felt him bring my arms over my head and he'd started to pull the material of my nightwear down my body. He smoothed the creases, letting his hands linger under my chest and my hips. "You'll be the death of me" he whispered.

"You knew I was a little dressed behind the curtain, didn't you?" "Of course, I did, you didn't notice how thin the material of this curtain is?" He looked amused. I was annoyed. What if I had been naked. He moves in closer, lowering his head to mine to the point that we feel each other's breath. We breathe in line with each other both rapid and bothered. He looks away and removes himself off of me and goes into the bathroom. I quickly adjust myself and rush into bed.

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In case anyone is confused; I did a massive edit on the story and it may seem like some chapters were removed (they haven't been), I've just put some of the short ones together and cleaned up the whole story.

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