Sore
Chapter 31
Ashley had expected breakfast in bed, but that was not happening.
She had taken her bath and sat on the bed, waiting and hoping that maybe he'll bring it up or something but it was not happening.
She chuckled at her stupid self and shook her head.
She had to put it all in her head.
What they had was sex and not lovemaking.
No matter how pleasurable it was, it was nothing more than sex.
In the end, he wanted a child, an heir.
She felt like pulling all her hair out but it wouldn't help her.
And with the way he fucked her earlier that night, she was sure their child was already forming up to zygote.
Standing up, she reached for the brush and began to comb her long hair.
She winced, recalling how he had pulled her hair last night.
Her cheek reddened.
Damn! There was no denying the pleasure.
It was raw, sweet, and painful.
She dropped the comb and began to leap down the stairs.
Her legs felt as if they were poles apart and if she were to move roughly, they would cut off.
"I thought you were still in bed." She looked up and frowned.
He was wearing a jean, something she had never seen him in.
"You're wearing Jeans." She mumbled and he nodded.
"Is there a rule that says I can not wear jeans or it is forbidden for me?" He asked cockily, walking towards her.
"You're leaping." It came as a whisper.
"You caused it." She whispered back, not knowing why.
It wasn't her fault, her voice had seized due to the yells she had yelled for the night.
Oh damn! Her cheek reddened again.
"Do you want a massage?" Another whisper and she frowned.
"There's no way, I'd want a massage from you, Mikhail, just leave me alone." She glared at him and he nodded.
"I was only talking 'cause Nanny Rose was in the living room and you wouldn't want to let her see you leaping like a toad." He shrugged nonchalantly.
"I can control myself Mikhail, and I know when to act like a matured person."
"What does that have to do with this conversation?" He asked, staring at her.
"You're drooling."
"And you're glowing. I mean it's normal for a woman to glow after her first time but isn't it too much on you? or is it my cock that's showing so much goodness." He mumbled, shaking his head.
Ashley felt as if she would die at any moment.
This was not normal at all, it was abnormal.
She had never thought a day would come that they'd be having a conversation.
'A conversation that's making you wet, oh ride on Ashley.' Her mind scolded.
Shaking the thoughts away, she glared at him and went for the stairs again.
Leaping down every stair, she smiled when her feet touched the last one, and just as she was about to get down, she felt her body leaving the ground but still it remained in the air.
She was no Superman to remain in the air?
"Put me down."
"For someone who said she could take care of herself, I'd give you twenty over hundred.. you're terrible." He mumbled and she huffed.
"I was taking care of the situation until you came in and ruined everything." She rolled her eyes, flipping her hair and pushing the strands to the back of her ear.
He made no sound of leaving her.
Damn! He had that thought of letting her go and making her cry for disobeying him but not today.
Kicking past Rose that stood by the hallway watching them without moving, he settled her on the dining chair and smiled.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked, looking down at the dishes.
"Why are you doing this?" At first, it was a small whisper.
"Why are you doing this to me, Mikhail? It's okay to hate you, it's okay to not care. I don't fucking care but why the hell are you playing smart right now." She began, her eyes welling up.
"I'm trying to be...
"Considereth? You're trying to make the pathetic virgin girl feel less comfortable for the crown prince's heir?"
"Don't tell me you're taking this thing between us seriously Ashley." He frowned, and she gasped her eyes widening.
"Seriously? You're not my type Ashley Mazza, you're more like a worker." He stated clearly.
He could see the pain in her eyes.
Yes! He liked that.
"So what now? Does this pathetic virgin girl have to be a woman carrier of your sperm? Tell me, Mikhail, of every woman you've seen on earth..why does it have to be me?" She asked.
"Do you...
"I was so shocked you know, giving they poor me, a peasant like
me an opportunity to carry a heir. I'm so fortunate, I'm I not? Why did you choose me?" She asked, staring at him as if, if she had to look away the truth would slip out of her hand.
"I needed someone that was worth it."
"So, I'm worth carrying your child? and not your type?"
"Don't blame me Ashley, you came to my office in need of help. You wanted your mother safe and you think a measly Five Thousand Dollars would do the trick?"
"So what?" She yelled back, glaring at him.
"I sent your mother to the best hospital there is in this Country and everything she went through was not less than Three Million dollars, and you think I'd let that amount of money go? Just like that? Sooner or later, Ashley, someone would have taken your virginity whether you like it or not!"
"Well someone and not you!" She yelled back, and he scoffed.
"Damn you, Mikhail, I'm not hungry anymore. Thank you for killing my appetite!" She yelled, standing up and leaving the dining room.
"Ashley!" He called but she was far gone.
He cracked his fingers.
Ashley was getting on his nerves.
Damn the woman for making him think like this!
