𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚗 ||ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢✓||

Bonus Chapter

Third Person's POV.

She finally reached for her earrings, and put them on hurriedly. Satisfied with the image staring back at her through her mirror, a small smile appeared on her face.

Dressed in the most dangerous outfit - which he presumed was enough to make a man sin without even knowing it, or drop dead on the spot - Chioma simply made his head spin, his heart throb, and his heartbeat pick up pace.

The red, skin-tight dress she was putting on, coupled with those bewitching wine red lips of hers; she was simply begging her dear husband to trip on his own feet - over and over again. Did she really have to be this gorgeous? His poor heart couldn't take what she was doing to him, and he couldn't stop himself for enjoying every bit of it. It still felt like a dream to him, that she was finally his wife. He never would've guessed that things would end the way they did, but he was most fortunate that they did. That only meant, he had the keys to her heart, soul and body.

She was a gorgeous masterpiece. A hot, blazing reincarnation of a Greek goddess. The way the dress clung to her hips, her entire body - God! They got him drooling over his own wife. Savouring her beauty became a normalcy for him, admiring the damsel right before his eyes made everything else in his life seem like a distant image. It felt like time passed, yet he still stayed behind; with her. She made his life more colorful, made it much more beautiful. What else could he ask for?

The dress she was putting on, was knee-length and it was equally strapless. Her behind was well tattooed to the dress and so were her moderate, yet very prominent curves. Her tiny waist was tightened to the dress, and her long, fair legs only made rocking that dress a plus one.

Finally, after much staring and drooling, he walked towards her and let out a satisfied sigh, smiled and placed his chin on her shoulder. His hands slowly snaked around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. He took a moment, or two, to admire the aphrodite before him. The closer she was to him, the more his senses began to fade.

"You smell that?"he whispered into her ears, causing shivers and sparks to run down her spine. She fought the urge to giggle, yet she failed miserably.

"Smell what?" Did she smell bad? She hoped not, and the sloppy kisses he left on her neck was making her lose every ounce of sanity she had left.

"Femi..." She said his name like she'd say a heartfelt prayer. God! Only she could call his name with so much passion, with so much love. Yet so holy, so dear. It made his heart skip beats every single time.

"You're messing with my head, babe. You're really trying to kill me here" he grinned, his chin never left her shoulders. "And you know what?"

"What?" She asked.

"I smell fire" he suddenly said. She was alarmed, and her eyes widened in shock. She was sure she didn't leave anything on fire. Perhaps it was coming from their neighbor's place?

"From where?" She tried disentangling herself from him, yet failed as he still held her closely to him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the fright that washed up on her face.

"From you, babe. You're smoking hot! I'm your fish, and you're literally roasting me" he said, making a blush appear on her cheeks. He'd never miss an opportunity to flatter her.

"You cheesy little-" without warning, he turned her around and capture her lips with his.

"I couldn't help it" innocently, he'd grinned at her and she rolled her eyes and smiled.