Chapter 14 Black Market
My eyebrow furrowed when my neck was getting decoded.
Is he crying?
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.
"Forgive me. I drink because I don’t fucking know what to do; you’re shutting me for almost two days; I can’t bear your cold treatment."
He lifts his head, and there’s one tear in his left eye. I felt guilty
"I’m sorry," I apologized.
He’s weak now, but when Bryden told me, he almost beat someone to death. He burst his anger to others but look at him now. He looks so soft, not harmed.
I guess Kier is scared of me.
He touched his head and flinched.
"Are you okay?” I asked worriedly.
"My head is aching."
I let him lay again.
"It's been three damn days!"
"Why don't you tell me asap?" I asked.
I tried to calm myself to avoid making a fight.
"How can I tell if you're treating me coldly."
I feel guilty again when it’s not my fault. Is it Kier’s fault, right?
I continue to massage his head.
"Stop massaging my head and lay beside me."
"Huh?"
He pulled me to lay beside him, put his head on my chest, and hugged me tightly; he was making himself comfortable.
"I don’t feel anything, wife,” " Kier commented suddenly.
What did he mean?
"Your boobies are small," he said as a matter of fact.
What?!
I don't know what to say.
I felt awkward.
"But it’s okay; your boobs will grow bigger soon," Kier said, and he hugged me tightly.
I don’t understand him.
"I don’t understand," I responded.
"Shhh. You don’t need to know," Kier said and nuzzled more. I didn’t budge and started to caress his hair.
When I remembered something, I stopped massaging his head.
"Did you punch Bryden?" I asked
He didn't answer, and I shook him.
"Answered me. Bryden was pissed when he accompanied you."
"Don't mind that asshole," he said as if it’s nothing.
"He's your friend. What did you that to him."
He opens his eyes half.
"Don’t tell me your concern of him than me," he said bitterly.
"Yes, I mean he’s your friend, he too,” I defend
"I know he’s your crush, but damn! I’m your husband!" Kier’s mood shifted quickly; he was irritated.
“Huh, what’s the connection?” I ask in confusion,
“Why do you have a crush on him?” he mocks “he’s an asshole and childish; I am handsome compared to him.”
"Kier Fiero, you're being unreasonable!" I started to push his head to get away from me.
He releases his hug and starts to find the remote. I watched him find the remote as he got irritated.
"Where the hell I put it!" he frowned.
I gave him the remote, which was beside me.
"Thanks," he got it while frowning and opened the TV.
"the eye seeks not the mouth," I stated
He keeps on finding channels. When I remembered, he hadn’t eaten yet.
"You haven’t eaten brunch."
"I’m not hungry." He said plainly, and he pressed the key of the remote hard.
"But you need to eat," I said.
He stopped searching and ended up on the sports channel; he likes soccer, huh?
"A cup of coffee will do," he responded, and he didn't care; his attention was on the channel.
"You haven’t eaten; stop drinking alcohol and coffee and take care of your health," I said.
He looks at me
"Wife, stop nagging," he used his sexy voice.
"My head is aching. Give me a rest," he looked again at the monitor.
"I’m taking off my body even though I'm drinking and. Uhm, Smoke," he hesitates to say the last word.
"but I’m doing exercise," he defends
He lay down and used his arm to serve as a pillow. He looked sexy
"Can you wear a shirt?" I requested; I keep looking at his body
"Can you get me a shirt?" He pleads
I searched for a plain white shirt in his mini-SM closet.
"There. Happy?" He asked when he finished.
He suddenly pulled me and kissed me.
My eyes widened, and I felt him smirking. Ken, hold my chin and initiate the kiss.
His hands started to move up and down and hold my waist tightly.
I can’t stop to moan. Kier is kissing me intensely. I was about to run out of oxygen, so I tried to push him, but it didn't let me.
I tried again, and he released my lips for a second, then Kier attacked it.
I put my hands on his shoulder to get support and grip his shirt.
"Why do you want me to wear a shirt wherein you want to undress me" he murmured between our kisses.
He's arrogant; I’m just gripping his shirt, not undressing him.
He pulled me closer and savaged my lips; he asked for entrance.
I was about to lose myself when he pulled always, and we both panted but his smirking
"There, you stop nagging."
I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"I hate you!"
He pulled me closer and hugged me tightly. I can’t breathe.
"Let’s cuddle, ugh! I have a severe headache. Fvck this!"
Minutes had passed when I decided to ask him.
"Do you want to see a doctor?" I asked; he told me his head had been hurting for three days.
"Hmm." I shake his body.
"Your hugs and kisses will do" I slap him on his chest.
"I'm serious; you must see a doctor."
"Baby, don’t worry too much," he’s a deep voice.
"I just need rest and sleep and... Stop drinking."
"Why are you a doctor?" He chuckled and opened his eyes.
"You can kiss me, and we'll know the result" I slapped him harder in his face.
He was about to be cursed when I warned him.
"You are an asshole! You just kissed me!"
"That's not enough" I loosen his hugs.
"Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I badly need sleep. Let's not make it a big deal. And kissing my wife is just normal," he pulled me again.
"I won’t kiss you again," he assured me.
"I'll go back to my room," he releases me, and I look at him.
“What?” he asked.
Won't he stop me? I thought he missed me. Why is he letting me go back to my room?
I choked and stormed the room; he's a liar! I mustn’t talk to him. He gets a kiss from me. That’s why he lets me go out! He’s an asshole.
The following day, I woke up to a phone ringing. Why is Kier here? He is sleeping beside me soundly and peacefully. I look at his phone ringing, and I look at the caller.
Chezka’s calling.
Who the hell is Chezka? She’s always calling Kier, and I eavesdropped their conversation last time.
I hardly hold the phone and look at the man lying beside me. I didn’t notice that he slept beside me.
It stops ringing, but it rings again. I decided to answer the call and heard a woman's voice.
“Hello, Kier! Where are you!? I can’t contact you for days!”
Is she mad? She’s shouting in the other line.
I covered the speaker when Kier moved.
“Hello! Moron, meet me later in the same place and same time.” She demanded.
I didn’t move and blinked.
“You don’t know how to reply! Even in a phone call!” She was pissed and ended the call.
I look at Kier beside me. I slapped him in the face hard.
“What the fuck?!” he roared.
“what the hell is your fucking problem?!” I made sure; he would wake up to my slap. I’m just looking at him; he’s a cheater. I suppress my tears.
He looks mad, but I don’t care. He doesn’t like to wake up when he’s peacefully sleeping because he rarely experiences long peaceful sleep.
“Don’t start me with your attitude! Can’t you see? I’m sleeping!” His jaws tighten; I want to cry; he’s shouting at me because of that Chezaka. Why did he agree to this marriage if he had the power to decline it and marry Chezka?
He glared at me and clenched his fist. So, he is going to hurt me. I ran and entered the bathroom. My tears fall; he is cheating on me. I don’t know Chezka, and it’s my first time hearing that name.
It makes me insecure when I hear her voice; her voice is angelic and soft even when she's shouting and when she says that Kier doesn’t know how to reply in a call conversation, it seems that they've been talking for a long time.
I’m hurting again. We’re not yet about the issue in the mansion, and there’s another one. I admit that Kier is handsome and that his genius makes him look good-looking. He has Spanish blood. Who wouldn’t fall and like him? And look, he didn’t follow me before. He’s following me and coaxing me whenever I’m having my tantrums! Now it is different!
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I came to work and ensured he wouldn't see me in the morning. He was taking a bath when I left the house. I have a grudge against him. I can’t work correctly; I think that Chezka, they will meet. I don’t want to work; I just stay in my room and cry. I’m not feeling well, and my chest tightens.
