Chapter 45 Suga
<Shielyn>
Kier sometimes is not thinking. He used to tell his employees to use their brains, but he is not using his.
He intertwined our hands and played with my fingers. I guess he is sleeping.
"If your heart falls, you're not breathing right now," he copied me.
"It was metaphor, similes hyperbole. It's not actually literal! Do you know those words?" I shake my head in disappointment.
"You are a CEO, and many people compliment you because you are a genius, but you didn't know those words and sentences."
How disappointing.
I gasped when I remembered something. I whined.
"I forgot to take a bath!" I cried, "I forgot to brush my teeth too. I haven't brushed them since morning."
I need to brush my teeth. What if Kier kisses me again? I cover my mouth. He shouldn't smell my bad breath.
"When did you not forget to take a bath?" He said hoarsely.
"Hey, I always take a bath!" I yelled.
"I'm always taking a bath when I have work, and the internet says it's not good if I always take a bath."
He releases from the hug and uses his arm as a pillow. He looks at me intently.
"Really?" He asked in amusement.
I nodded at him.
"Yup!"
"I see."
He dipped his head again on my neck and inhaled my scent.
"Wife, practice taking a bath every day," he murmured, and I felt him kiss my neck.
I moan to his kiss.
He stops kissing me and looks at him. I smile widely at him.
"Did you moan?" He raised his eyebrow at me.
"Did you kiss me?" I ask playfully.
He glared at me and hugged me again. He smells so good.
I ran my fingers in his head. Why is his palm so hot? I touch his head, and I gasp.
.
"You have a fever again," I said in annoyance.
"I hope you won't mind me hugging you,” he weakly murmured.
So, that's why he looks pale, and he is so hot when I jump on him.
"You didn't tell me again!"
"Wife, are we going to fight about this?" His voice is begging.
He is too advanced; I am not fighting him.
I continue to run my fingers on his hair.
"Did you already drink your meds?" I asked.
He nods weakly.
This is the reason why he's so grumpy.
"I'm going to sleep, don't leave my side," he said like a kid who was scared to live alone.
I didn't respond and continued to massage his head for him to feel better.
"Pangga, you're a genius, right?"
He didn't answer. Is he sleeping? He's not; he is moving.
I want to try this for him. Let's test how clean his mind is and how good he is at guessing.
"If you are S my D, I will E your P and F that V until you C."
He stops playing with my fingers, and he stops giving me kisses on my neck.
I waited for his answer, but he didn't move. Is he dead?.
He slowly looked at me. His face went blank, and it made me nervous.
"Do you want me to eat you?" My eyes widened.
"I'll eat you even if I am sick. Don't try me, woman," he warned me.
That was a joke. Why Kier made it serious. Duh, I am willing to be eaten by him, mark!
I don't know what to say. I lose my confidence. Kier's seriousness made me weak, and I couldn't utter any words.
I'm being pressured by his stares.
I frowned. I acted innocent, and I didn't understand what Kier was saying.
"What are you saying? What I mean is if you stay dear, I will free your pain-free that vulnerability till I make you connected. You have a dirty mind. You're green-minded., I rolled my eyes at him
He's still hugging me.
His expression didn't change.
He looks intently at me.
His stare goes to my soul.
He's like staring at my soul.
He wet his lower.
My mouth fell.
That was so sexy.
"Stop watching porn."
This time, my jaw fell.
"Hey, I am not watching porn." I groaned. I looked away. How did he know? Those were educational videos. I feel my cheeks heated.
Why does he look so hot in my eyes? He becomes sexy when he's sick.
He is sick, but why does he simultaneously look so cool and sexy?
"Ouch!" He knocked on my forehead with full force. This hurts more than the other day.
"Do you think I wouldn't know?" He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Know w-what?" I can't look straight in his eye.
"Wife," he warned, "when did you learn to watch that shit?" His facial expression is back to normal.
"I can do them to you if you want. Stop watching those videos; you're innocent."
He can't be mad at me because he is sick. He doesn't have the energy to get mad at me.
I played with my fingers.
I pouted my lips.
"But Layla said I must seduce and flirt with you to be a good wife. I watched those so I could prepare myself. She said we hadn't consummated our marriage. I don't know what she means." Layla, wouldn't know that I told Ken about our conversation.”
I watched many videos, but I don't understand anything, but now I know what they're doing." I look at him and smile.
"Fuck!" He murmured.
"Are you mad?" I asked slowly.
"How many videos did you watch?" His voice became serious.
"You're mad," I accused.
He closed his eyes profoundly and opened them immediately. He's suppressing himself.
He finally releases the hug and faces me.
He is mad again.
I counted on my fingers and showed him my ten fingers.
"A lot, more than ten," I said in a low voice.
He is going to scold me again.
"That's why you become bolder, huh. You forgot the flash drive on my laptop. I won't give it back to you and remind me to lecture Layla for letting you watch that shit." He said in a stern voice.
"I won't lend you my laptop again. From now you can't leave my side, Shielyn. Don't go to work. Move to our company so I can look at you," he said in an exhausted tone.
"But-" he didn't let me finish.
"No more buts. I already gave you a month, and it's time to work in the company," Kier’s talking to me like he's lecturing his daughter. You're not listening to me anymore. What should I do to you, huh?!" He's scolding me.
"Why y-you're so m-mad?" I sob.
"You can no longer carry me to your tears," he said with finality.
"You're such a brat. You're no longer listening to me. I'll let you do whatever you want! Damn it! Stop watching those videos, Shielyn," he warned me.
Where's the wife? The baby? Now he's calling me to my name.
"But! I am just educating myself! Why don't you want me to watch those? It's normal!" I yelled and wiped my tears.
"If you want to watch them and learn, you should tell me! We will do it right away! Where do you want to do it?! In the kitchen? Living room!?"
"You're so mean. I just want to be a perfect wife to you! I am trying to make it up to you. I know I was a brat, and I am not listening to you! I just want someone to get you from me. Layla said men don't want boring women. I'm scared you'll leave me because I am not good."
His face softened.
"I hate you!"
He wipes my tears gently.
"Baby, I don't want to get your innocence dirty. I want my baby to be forever innocent. Damn, if you know how you turn me on with your innocence," I sob on his chest. He let me cry on his chest.
"I know you're not yet ready; that's why I am not forcing you to do that thing," he caresses my back as he used to when comforting me.
"I like you; I like small and innocent women. Don't listen to Layla. I will not leave you. I promise, baby."
I felt him kiss my ear.
"You like sexy women! I am fat, not sexy and hot!" He lifted my face and gave me a smock kiss on the lips.
He smiled at me weakly.
"Coz I like women who'd be lazy taking showers and not brushing their teeth."
I cry like a baby.
"I'm taking a bath! It's just not obvious!" He chuckled and hugged me tighter. This time, I was the one laying on him, don’t be green-minded. My head is on his chest, and he is hugging me while caressing my back.
"Hush now, baby, hmm."
He should be one that I take care of because he is sick. I should have let him rest and sleep,p but he sang a lullaby to make me sleep.
"You're crying again," he said when he heard my sobs.
“My tooth is aching,” I said.
“Your gums are aching, not your tooth," he corrected me.
“Let me see you inside you” He lifted my chin.
“Do you want to be inside me?” I asked innocently. I am holding on to his shoulder.
He glares at me.
“Joking!”
“Open your mouth,” I obey his command. He checked my mouth, “you need to visit a dentist; let’s go; I will brush your teeth.”
He gets up, but I just lean on the bed's headboard. He looks at me, “C’mon, you need to brush your teeth,” he is waiting for me to get up.
“After you brush my teeth, will you kiss me?” I saw him swallow hard.
“What am I gonna do to your mouth?”
“Kiss it!” I suggested. That’s not a problem; why is he making the problem that shouldn’t be. He’s making his life complicated.
“I am just suggesting that you look so problematic!” He glares at me.
He lent me his hand, and I looked at it, “C’mon, I hate waiting.” I shake my head, “no!” I pouted.












