The Arrangement

13: I'm. . .Happy?

A month after the wedding

"Mr Reed." I said walking into Adrian's study. He got up from his office chair and walked around the desk to greet me. "Mrs Reed." He pressed his lips to mine and encircled my waist, pulling me into his hard body. I felt a gentle bite on my lower lip and opened up to let him in. The kiss deepened as his hands roamed up and down my back. He pulled away only to start kissing my neck. I craned my neck, to give him room and moaned softly. His hands found their way under my dress and slowly they traveled up my thigh. I moaned again when his fingers grazed my over- sensitive flesh. "No panties," he murmured against my neck, "I like." He stopped to put me on his desk, then continued the torturous pleasure.

My legs seemed to have a mind of their own, when they spread to give him access. I threw my head back and moaned loudly when he started rubbing me.  "Oh God." His teeth sank into my shoulder, kissing and sucking hickeys onto me. "Adrian!" I screamed as he stroked me faster. I couldn't take it anymore! The things this man could do to me. My body started shaking and my toes curled as I felt an intense orgasm come over me. "Don't stop, Adrian," I pleaded, "Go on."
"What do you want, princess?"
"Adrian. . ."
"Say it. Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me, Adrian," I said, as my body trembled with need, "fuck me hard." I heard the smirk in his next words, "As you wish, my lady,"

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I attempted to fix myself before leaving him to carry on with his work. My hair was a mess, my dress was creased and crumpled and my legs could barely carry me without trembling. He'd done well. Very well. "I'm going to go organise lunch. Our guests are arriving in less than two hours. "Okay. I'll be done with this by then."
I stopped at the door and just watched him work for a while. My husband.

"Mary?" I called, to the head chef, as I entered the kitchen. "Yes, ma'am?"
"How far are you on lunch?"
"Almost done ma'am," she said. "Good. And remember, I said Amelia's fine. Don't be so formal with me."
"Yes, ma—Amelia," she said with a nervous smile. I returned her smile, before going back upstairs to shower and change.

I walked into the hers closet, in the master bedroom and looked for something chilled but classy to wear. We were hosting a fashion designer and I had to impress. I settled on a simple white halter top dress with an asymmetrical hem. I was on my way to the bathroom when I thought I saw something in Adrian's closet. I walked in and to my surprise, there she was, curled up in a corner, sniffing his shirts. How dare she! "Why the fuck are you here?" She jumped at the sound of my voice. "Oh. It's just you. Hello wife. How are you doing? Are you happy, sleeping with my man? Do you enjoy him?" What the–
"What are you doing in Adrian's closet?"
"It obvious, no?"
"Get out. You're crazy."
"No. I'll leave when I want to." I wasn't used to raising my voice, but she was really making me mad. "Get the fuck out of my husband's closet! And never come into this room again!!" She came closer. "And what will you do if I don't want to go? Hit me?"
"I'll do much worse! Get out!"
"No, slut." I don't know what exactly happened in my body at that moment but next thing I knew, my hand was flying towards her cheek. The slap I'd given did nothing but anger her. No harm at all was done, but suddenly she was on the floor crying like she'd been thrashed. "What's going on here?"
"Adrian she. . ."
He looked at me, bewildered. Probably wondering if I'd. . .
Oh no. I realised how the scene looked. I was standing and she was writhing on the floor screaming in 'pain'.
"What did you do to her?"
"She beat me up, Mr Reed! She kicked me over and over again!"
"She's lying, Adrian!" I said as he kneeled down beside her and helped her up. "I'm not lying, Sir. She thinks I was in here because I like you. And when I told her that I didn't she took it as disrespect and started hitting me." I watched as he worried and fussed over another woman. Hurt and jealous. "Adrian, you can't possibly be—"
"Shut up, Amelia! Can't you see that you hurt her? You assault a member of my staff and then have the audacity to lie about it."
"I got angry, Adrian! She's unbearable!"
"I'll deal with you later. Let me help you to your room, Soph."

Sigh. I should've never touched her. I should've controlled my anger. Breathe in, breathe out, Amelia, calm down. She may have won but I wasn't letting it happen again. There was no way, I, Amelia Weston Reed was going to lose to that. . .that useless nothing.

I got into the shower and stood under the hot rain for a while. Just thinking. Why would Adrian, the person who can remain calm in any situation, lose it when his maid got 'attacked'? Did he care that much about the witch? Does he care that much for me? I'd asked him to explain the other reason for getting married. The inheritance. His mother had left her assets to her kids. . .but there were terms and conditions. It made things clear to me, but it also made me question his intentions with me? Was he actually going to love me? Were we going to be a real family one day? With kids and everything.

"How long were you going to stand there doing nothing?" I almost had a heart attack when I heard Adrian's voice. "When did you get here?" A smile tugged at his lips, "A while ago."
"I thought you were upset with me."
"I am." He moved closer and took my waist, pulling me into his body. "What brings you here, then?"
He laughed and grabbed a bottle shampoo.  "What's so funny?" He squeezed some onto his hand and started rubbing it into my hair. "
"I can't tell you why I'm here," he said, while washing my hair, "because I don't know either."
"What?" I closed my eyes as the water rinsed to the foam away. "Something makes me want to be with you, near you and inside you, all the time. I don't know what to call to it, but I can't ignore it."