freshoutofthegutter

[freshoutofthegutter]

I miss you.

Because I'm shattered.

I don't want to live anymore.

You'd kill him instantly.

He touched what is yours.

I blame myself for looking pretty.

Right arm.

Damaged goods indeed.

Save me before I end it.

[freshoutofthegutter]

Dear Oliver.

I've lived behind lies all my life. Lies as a kid regarding food factories and swimming in a mixture of cake filling. Throughout my schooling in Bahrain to get friends to like me. Then came along college and uni. I'm thankful that our friends didn't ask many questions and whatever was conflicting. They avoided it.

I've also come to a conclusion that I dont really want a child. Staying at home for longer than an year had me entertaining these fantasies. The baby dream launched me into wanting something i didn't really need ig.

But I sure. That people like me shouldn't have kids or entertain the idea. He says he loves me but doesn't want kids. Simply says he doesn't care. Is he afraid that I'll hurt them. Are you afraid that I'd hurt ours.

So I suppose. I am going to give up on the idea of a Jehu. It was a dream like other. But I do know that you are the king of the ocean and you are coming to get me soon. Nothing will take me away from you. Perhaps death. But I am not afraid. Because existence is suffering.

I felt a universe moment today. The music was just right. The veil I put on my head. The vibes. And Tina singing Bano ray bano meri. Then I saw the siren, the regin of the empress and finally the tower.

All in all. I know you're coming and I am waiting.

For it is destined to be.

As always. I yearn for you.

Miss you.

Can't wait to dance with you.

Hide in you.

Hear you say my name.

Feel you smile. Against my lips.

And know that nothing will take me from you.

20th dec 2021

[freshoutofthegutter]

Pick up.

Continuation

The evening didnt end on a pleasant note yet she found herself smiling. She liked the shoes she had on and genuinely was at ease. She approached the car knowing that she was out of sight only her aunt had stepped out to bid everyone goodbye.

She pulled at the door right side at first but it was locked. Jamie must have not hired a local. The mirrors were tinted and a walk around the back of the car confirmed that it was a UK registered vehicle. She laughed to herself as she pulled the door open only to have a small shriek escape to express her shock and delight.

A passerby glanced at her concerned and she looked guilty but quickly got into the car. More like climb.

The seat had so much room to spare. Her face was heated and heartbeat frantic. He bend over to kiss her for her to whisper "omg this is.....fuck", as he rested his lips on hers. Silencing her. Rooting her into reality that this is it. He is for her!

She felt like the veil she had on was suffocating her. She tugged at it, he helped her by completely pulling it out and leaving delicious tingle in its wake. When they separated she absent mindedly stroked her neck. A habit that effected them both strongly. He had to grab the headrest behind her to prevent him for ravishing her as his hand settled around her neck. She was  deep in thought and he fisted her veil which was delicately perfumed with a scent he didnt recognise.

"New perfume?", he spoke. She nodded but a sad glint was evident in her brown orbs

She saw him squint her eyes, he doesn't miss a thing.

He was about to ask her a question when his phone chimed and he diverted his attention from her. Unwillingly.

"An email", he murmured. She nodded as she watched him read on his phone. The fancy device looking minuscule in his hands. Much like she did standing next to her. She smiled at that thought and stroked her neck again. Only to have him grab her hand and place a soft kiss on her pulse followed by an inhale around the spot tripping because of his nearness.

"Hold on", he spoke kissing her hand as he enlarged an image on his phone.

She caught movement to her right when she saw people approaching it was her cousins. "Hot cheetoes ", she laughed. Recalling when the twins had asked  their dad for hot cheetoes and he had trolled back saying that they looked good in the shelves. She smiled how unaware and untethered the kids were about certain things in the world. She rested her head against the window. One of the cousins saw the car and pulled out a phone perhaps to take a picture. Panicked she quickly moved away from the window and her bag slipped from its perched position on her legs. The kenzo fell to the floor and rolled out of the bag on its side. "Hold on", he said. She was about to reached for her bag when Oliver stopped her by placing a reassuring palm on her thigh. As she looked out anxiously.

"Its dark", he pointed as he maneuvered all the contents of her bag back. "And the windows are tainted", he placed a quick kiss at the curving braid.

"Did you eat?", he questioned as he waited for the call on his phone to connect. "Yes", she supplied. He smiled at that as the call connected.

"Hey. So I saw the image. I'm pleased with it. But try and make sure that i get a different angle....", she didnt want to eavesdrop as she was concerned about the movement outside. The twins almost jumped and ran across the road to get  the restaurants to get bread.

She placed her bag on the seat behind her to find a couple of Manila envelopes and a laptop bag. "Tirza?", he called, she immediately turned around to look at him wiggling her eyebrows at him.

"Have you eaten?", he inquired.

"Yes, I did. And 2 glasses of coke", she pecked his lips. Stroking the side of this face.

" I'm glad", he sighed. Looking knackered and somewhat drained.

"When did you get here?", she asked taking his appearance in.

"A while ago", he huffed. Stretching his neck.

"Okay...work?", she pointed with her thumb to the contents of the backseat.

" oh those", he quickly glanced back as if he had forgotten it existed back there. He picked her hand up and placed it on his head. "I bought us a something", he smiled with his eyes closed as she played wtih his hair. "Food?", she giggled.

"That and pick one", he said as he reached behind and gathered the envelopes that littered the lamb leather seat and adjusted optic  lights  to a suitable glow using his phone. ( just ask me.)

She grinned like a fool because this particular perk was seen in a Royce.

"This is super cool", she commented. Eyes stuck to the fiber optic lights. There were thousands but they appeared to be millions of fireflies.

"God you're beautiful", he whispered. She automatically made a face in response to that comment.

He dropped the envelopes in her lap and grabbed her shoulders.

"I'm gonna kiss you", he murmured making good on his verbal promise.

"Under the stars", she breath fanning her face. They were both breathing heavily.

"Tirza you know how much I admire you and I've ....", he grabbed her hand and set them on the envelopes on her lap. She followed his gaze to the contents of her lap. "Well go on", he was practically buzzing with excitement.

She looked at the envelopes much more closely and found three of them all bearing a logo for a housing scheme. Bahria, Lakecity and DHA.

"Oliver you're getting three properties?", she spoke as a dread settled on her internally.

He shook his head, the magnificent mass of hair disheveling in the process.

"You're getting a house or three", his voice was cotton soft. Yet it had the opposite effect on her.

She felt her hands become increasingly heavy and eventually slip out of his. They were remarkably cold as were her legs and back. She felt herself numbing out.

"Why would you do that", she managed with an incredibly dry voice.

The look on his face was something she had seen herself do.

He was disassociating. She placed her face in her cold hands. Hating herself.

"Would you rather have the money?", he muttered.

"Have you eaten?", she repeated the question her had asked her several times over.

"What has this got to do..?", he dead panned keeping his hands on the wheel.

"Well", she picked up the envelopes and kept them in the glove compartment. Grabbed her bag along with her veil. With a motion of her head she directed "come". Stepping out of the behemoth of a car.

"Tirza", he called when she didn't stop he sprinted behind her. She didn't get much far in her shoes. They had a two inch heel and slowed her down.

"Tirza, where are you going?", he yelled almost slamming herself into him as he grabbed her arm.

"We, are going to see my family", she clarified pointing in the direction of the street where her uncle lived.

"Why?", Oliver straightened. Blinking like she was speaking ancient Gaelic.

"To introduce you to my family", she spoke hopelessly.

"Oh", he was taken back by her tone.

He stood and observed her form for a second. She had her back to him. Shoulders wide. She then started to walk again.

"Darling", he called. She didnt respond.

He ran to catch up to her.

"What are we going to say?", he breath as he grabbed her hand. She let him hold it. He relaxed for a second.

"Michelle's cousins are there too, her aunt and uncle and their families", she completely ignored his question before she poured out information like a droid.

"Okay", his brain was too tired to recall their faces from the pictures and documents he had seen but he knew their names among other things.

They turned a right and he could see the cars parked outside the house.

She stopped all of a sudden and turned to him. Her face stiff.

"Why Oliver?", she forced herself to ask. He could see the turmoil within her.

"Why not My darling", he assured her. He placed his hands on her shoulder and then cupped her face bending to eye level.

"Why not", she scoffed looking at the street as tears fell.

"What do I tell my family!", she exclaimed.

"Hello people who hate me and most certainly judge me, this man here has bought me three houses", she dramatically acted it out. Outraged.

He let her have this burst for he needed to get to the root of why she couldn't accept the house or houses. He ABSOLUTELY adored her and thought that a lovely piece of real estate would be a worthy thing to give her. As a present.

"Why has this man chosen to buy you a house and not just one but three", she mimicked her aunt doing a stupid accent and putting up three fingers.

"But who the hell is this man", she enacted her dad's reaction. As she wiped her face of the blasted tears that flowed.

"Excellent question", she did her own voice.

"You see according to anatomy I as a woman have three", she gestured towards herself.

"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence", he yelled grabbing her hands.

"I don't know dada. Is he my husband, boyfriend...perhaps company", she was now taking to herself. As more tears flowed. He shook her and was genuinely confused and concerned. She was supposed to have a good reaction to this.

Then she did the worst thing that was possible. The equivalent of a bad cut being poked and probed by a thin wire. Diving deep into the tissue.

"Who are you Oliver?", she cried and laughed at her own state. Lost like a sad puppy.

He was lost for words as he stared at her defenceless form. So petite and lost. So he answer with the only thing he knew.

"I am yours", he whispers reverently. As he gently displaced the loose tendrils from her face away.

"I thought buying you a house would make you happy" he began, "but I was so wrong". He admitted defeat.

She observed him for a while. "I've never wanted a house in this country. The lesser ties I have the better it will be", she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. He nodded.

"People in that house think that I'm jealous of them and their houses", her lower lip was quivering. "But this", she gestured to the dark street, " has never been our goal", she laughed at her own misery. "This had been and more", she moved her hand back and forth between the two of them.

"Oliver, people buy a house when they have been together for many years", she explained placing her palm on his chest.

"Figuring things is already difficult for me, I've learned today that as much as I like like people to believe certain things about me it hurts when that's the shallow personality they presume that you have", she paused. Almost smiling to herself.

He didnt understand why this had happened.

"With you giving me these properties", she moved her hand vaguely.

"They are going to believe the gold digger, white guy worshiping persona", she swatted a bug away.

"But knowing that they extend the same thoughts towards you is something I can't stomach, you are perhaps the best thing that has happened to me", she placed her palm on his cheek and stroked it with a dreamlike smile.

"Seeing you, touching you and feeling you", she reached up to his neck and stroked the hair at the base. He was dumbfounded with her admittance and the flow of words germinating from the emotions she felt towards him.

"I dont want them to tarnish it the tiniest bit", her eyes almost turned fierce.

"Wouldn't allow it", she promised to herself. He watched her with awe and admiration. This was his triumph. She had claimed him as hers. It was an incredibly empowering experience for him.

"They are forever going to be yours", he assured her. "Because I plan on sticking around for a very long time",

"What if you dont have the same feelings in the next three year?", she counter questioned.

"And what If i do. And they are three million times stronger", he proposed his own theory.

"It was better when everyone thought that I was a gold digger", she huffed at him smiling.

"Baby", he warned. "I saw right through the act because I understood. I put up the bored act", ran a hand through his hair and cursed up at the sky.

"The first time I saw you. Some random bitch offered to buy you and drink and then you said", his eyes were twinkling recalling the memory.

"I'd rather have the money", they both said at the same time but she delivered her bit in a cinnamon with an S voice.

"Oh God. Thank bloody heavens for that atrocious accent", he laugh a full blown belly resonating laugh.

"I am sorry, for forcing this onto you", he apologised. She nodded in acceptance.

And then his stomach grumbled. Startling them both.

"Woah",

"Fuck", he swore.

She wasn't sure what to do as he began to speak on the phone again.

She decided to walk away but reassuringly looked at him.

She walked to the second to last allotted land and rang the bell. Noise was heard and the kiddos ran out to get the door.

Joshua slammed into her as he asked if she had returned. She hugged him explained "I've forgotten my phone, I needed to get it", the kid nodded back.

She collected her phone and asked Tina to tag along for a moment receiving a slight weird look from her dad.

"Do you have any breath mints on you?", she asked as a false question. To their right Nathan lingered by.

"Can you go find me a face mask?"  She needed a distraction. 

"Oliver wants to buy me a house?", she whispered to her sibling.

"Tell that man to buy me a house!", Tina exclaimed pulling the required treat.

"For reals", Her tone was turquoise serious as she held up three fingers.

"What the heck koko", Tina had a slightly approachable reaction.

"Here", The mask was here and so was Annie.

"You're staying here koko?", she was surprised.

"Nope, I have work. My boss",  she pointed out her thumb.

Tina's eyes were the size of saucers.

"Olivera is outside ", she mouthed as Annie left to get another mask at Koko's request.

"Yep and hungry", she sighed looking drained.

"Gross", Tina commented walking away.

"Ew no", Tirza called back.

"Like Hungry, his stomach grumbled it was so cute", she recalled.

"Sure captain kinky, whatever sets your ship sail". She teased and walked away.

"Bye. Tina", Tirza called walking to the formal sitting area and waved bye to her dad who nodded.

"Koko wait!", Tina ran out and Joshua and Nathan accompanied.

She stopped dead. Eyes immediately looking for Oliver. He was out of sight.

"I won", both the boys exclaimed at the same time.

"Shut up I won", Tina glared at them.

"Here", she gave her the box of nerd and the chocolate marbles.

"I'll take the chocolate", koko picked.

"Both", Tina instead. "I like him, plus one of them is mine", Tina grinned 

"Chocolate is fine", Tirza reassured and pointed to the box and said "share". Tina groaned and the boys yelled with joy at that.

"Be safe, I love you and no fighting", she took her time to hug the three of them before warning Joshua. He nodded and held on for an extra second. She patted his weird dry hair.

"Bye", with the chocolate in hand she walked in the away.

"Here", she offered as Oliver walked up to her before she even reached the corner.

"Tina sends her love", she handed him the candy.

" this is why I like Tina. A rare Taurus that shares her food", he grinned.

"She also wants a house in return", she added.

He looked at her as if she was speaking wakandan which is actually not even a language.

"She takes one for the team, now I like her even more", he said as they sat in the car. Feeling oddly light.

"I need to drink some water", she observed. He squeezed her left thigh in assurance.

"Ouiii", she cried because of the suddenness.

"What", his hand was immediately off. He gazed at her concerned as the car stopped.

"Aww shit. I bumped into their glass table's corner like 7 time", she recalled. Feeling stupid.

"Of course you did, the floor plan  is decent by the sense of decor isnt", he stated. As he stroked her thigh. Tenderly.

He was going to talk but chose to remain quiet. It only took them a minute to stop outside gourmet.

"Should I go?", she asked looking at him. But he shook his head and reached back for the bag that was thrown across the seat. The contents of his bag were a mild surprise to her. But he found what he was looking for. A perfume, not his favourite but somewhat prefered one. A pack of mint gum, medicines,  various antibacterial substance/products all tucked away in a small leather pouch.

He found his mask that was an olive green shade that elevated his skin tone and this orbs.

Making them appear blue rather than their actual shade and all she could do was smile at him in adoration.

He checked the bag for a flat black card like thing. Placed it in his pocket along with his phone. He sprayed the perfume over him smelling divine.

"That smells magnificent", she grinned as she got fresh breaths of his perfume. It smelled different in the cool late evening air. He watched as she elegantly set the light weighted fabric on her shoulder.

"I got  the earings to match with the trim", she pointed out.

"Yes I saw it looks very well put together", he appraised. " and the fine details around the neck", he winked stroking it.

"Stop it Oliver," she warned casually flicking his hand away.

The attendee at the door was closely watching them trying to calculate when they would enter. He held the door widely open. Oliver quickly scanned the inside. To find only and old man with a beard. No threats.

"Thank you", he heard her say and reciprocated.

"How long are you here for?", she questioned looking at the bottles of their own production.

"For a while", he shrugged the least bit interested in rehydration.

"Hmm", she moved away to the other counter.

Browsing the shelves for some form of Evian or dasani. She looked back at him he was on his phone and had moved slightly towards the windows. To look outside.

She took her time and and asked the man at the counter for peach malt and he pointed to the chiller housing them.

Because there were only three people in the shop. Everyone seemed to be over compensating.

"Look what I found", she pointed to the two aluminium cans on the counter top.

"What", he supplied as he stepped closer to place a kiss on her hair. But was limited by his mask. so he settled for smelling her hair.

She chucked. "I found peach malt". She pointed to the sweating cans.

"Your hair smells great", he inhaled.

"What is wrong with you", she elegantly crackled as she began to pick the cans up but the attendee said that it was his job to do that. He shook his head and winked at her. They both went to the counter.  He was staring outside again as they waited for the older man to get his milk, eggs and bread billed.

She caught him staring outside.

But chose to remain quiet.

"Security detail", he spoke the attendee began billing.

"Are they outside", she questioned slightly pushing him away to look past him.

"Yep. Keeping an eye. Reporting to J-man", he huffed. The scanning had stopped.

"Bag?", the cashier questioned holding one.

"Wait", she spoke. Oliver looked up from his phone at her. She glanced at their purchases. A pack of gum. Two peach malt cans.

"Should we get something for them", she pointed unsure.

"I didn't know", he looked outside too. And so was the attendee.

"I think they ate, moreover it's the second team in rotation. One watched you and the other accompanied me. But I was indoors for a prominent part of the day", he explained. She nodded in understanding.

The cashier called out the bill.

"Less than 500, Nice", she commented.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his money clip.

As she pulled out a crips 500 rs bill from her phone case.

"Why did you have a money clip", she asked as she extended the money to the cashier.

"No", he warned as he pulled out a brown bill. Fresher than spring.

"That's 5 k", she pointed out. Winking.

"I am aware", he winked back.

"Hi", he offered the money to the cashier. Bearing the name tag "M. Rashid".

Rashid looked at her.

"How about you pay for the food?", he offered as he attempted to extract the cash from her. "And let me pay here", she deflected her hand and ignored.

"I'm grateful that you offered to pay but I cant accept this on my conscience", this time she let the money slip.

He handed his 5K to the cashier.

"This is exactly how I feel. Its cute that you're doing the house thing but it cant live with that on my conscience either", she explained. As Rashid straightened the money bills in order.

"The houses are yours and I'll keep this", he held up the 500 bill in between his fingers. "As payment". He grinned his eyes shimmering and wrinkling at the edges.

"Whatever man", she reached for the bag and he let her.

"Shukria ", she nodded at the cashier as he threw out a quick thanks.

"Thank you", they both spoke as they walked out of the door. he stopped to tip the doorman. New York style.

"Why do you have a money clip?", she asked as they walked to the car. It was cool to touch. A man in a casual black stalwart kameez approached them as he moved around the back to pop it open.

"Do you want water?", she heard him say.

"I forgot can you drink peach malt?", she called back .

"And I forgot straws", she spoke to herself.

"Here", he had 2 perrier bottles and a skinny matte black box.

"What is that?",she eyed the box hella sus.

"His and her's", matching straw set. He spoke as they sat in the car and he took off his mask. She still want sure.

"Open it", he said

To her relief they were straws. That had their initials.

"I love them", she smiled.

The millions of start glowed as they both cleaned their hands with antibacterial gels.

"Peach malt is very nice", he nodded at a red light.

" I know rignt",.

"Effervescent and completely unhealthy", she added.

"Where do you wish to eat?", he asked chilling on the headrest and looking at her from the corner of her eye.

[freshoutofthegutter]

Jackets:

Continuation

[freshoutofthegutter]

Jackets

He laughed!

He had the fucking audacity to laugh.

The warm breath from his mouth, forming precipitates as his dusky pink lips grinned.

She didn't even bother turning her head to spare him a mere glance. Another car zoomed past them reminding her of the lack of clothing on her arms.

"I will squeeze your knees", she hissed.

This time he threw his head back and laughed. It was so far back that she prolly thought that he would tip over.

She started her March across the now empty road. Just as the signals shifted.

It took a moment for him to realise that he was alone and the evil vixen had crossed over to the other side. His driver approached him, distracting him. It was in that moment he lost where she was.

"Yes felix", he murmured.

"Car's ready sir". He informed.

"Have a spin then", he gestured spinning his finger as he crossed, j walked across the road. Barely missing a car.

Lifting his hands up in apology but a shit eating grin said otherwise.

"Idiot", she cursed. As she watched him risk his life casually strolling across the road. A kid in the small yet packed cafe was mesmerised by her two tier anarkali dress. As her mum waited in the line for a bite to grab. The bangles on her wrist was what had her hooked. She smiled at kid and hoped that her pursuer had fucked off.

"Are you allergic to flowers?", she asked the kid who appeared to be 7 ish. The kid shook her head which was covered by a neon pink cap.

"Here, you can have them", she smiled taking the jasmine and rose bangles off her wrists.

The kid's face lit up with joy. The mother was keeping an eye on her kid. As everyone was busy looking as the woman in traditional Asian festive drab. After a quick polite conversation the mother and daughter duo were out.

She moved in a corner away from the window. Stealing a glance at the clock it was ten past eleven. She had been in here for the last ten minutes. Reaching for strength the battle the cold weather outside. She dived into the reservoir of anger she held against her parents for what they had said to her this evening. She looked outside and rubbed her arms. That had goosebumps but no hair because of lazer. She Took her time release the veil that she had pinned earlier and placed it around her shoulders well aware that it wouldn't offer any protection from the cold. The front door opened, gush of cold wind and an overjoyed "there you are".

He walked up to her putting his phone in the pocket of his bespoke jacket . Every eye  followed him. Hoping for drama to unfold and drama did he serve.

"How did you find me?". Voice venomous.

"I just asked followed the breadcrumbs, well in your case the smell of the flowers", he. Smiled tilting his head to the side which only provoked icy glares from her.

"Oh, look at my sweet model throwing tantrums",  he teased.

She gave him a puzzled look. A man to her left offered her help if the suit was being bother some. Which she declined with the shake of her head.

" she is my muse. I'd never bother her", his eyes fluttered with mischief. "I was merely hoping that she would return back to me so I could praise and marvel her beauty for the rest of the night", he placed a hand over his chest signet glinting at the faux offence.

" stop it", she warned. Glancing outside.

"Oo. Grumpy. I get it you haven't eaten. I know those pesky photographs dont want you eating during shoots and you dont like to be filmed when eating", he pointed at her. Oozing cheekiness.

"Well, let me rectify that", he murmured turning to the menu being particularly unimpressed. " do you want a chocolate muffin or walnut darling", he inquired keeping his hand on his chin.

He didn't hear a reply.

Someone pointed out to him that she had left. He followed hot on her trail.

"How were you planning on paying?", he called keeping a meter of distance between them.

"I wasn't ordering anything". She called back. He took this as a positive sign and happily walked up to her side.

" really. Not even a coffee?", he was puzzled. "I certainly could use one". He pointed out sliding his hand into his pocket.

" I'm not throwing a tantrum", she spoke.

"Really", he wasn't buying it.

"You have no idea the amount of self control I'm showing not to punch you". She smiled at him. "I deserve a reward". She spoke to herself.

"What time would that be around because I have an invitation for breakfast because I managed to unconsciously impress an uncle of yours",

"Do me a favour and dont go", she commented.

"Only If you invite me to your reward thing". He offered.

"Whatever it's your loss, Probably would want you to invest in a project", she dismissed with the wave of her hand.

"I'll do whatever I see fit", he spoke. Throwing her words from earlier.

"Wow", she mocked. Folding her arms across her front amazed that he would do this.

"Yes you look stunning, dressed in lace and anger. This is definitely working for me". He gestured to her 5'5" hundred pounds frame.

"Why did you come?"

"Because I was invited"

"Next time decline". She hissed. Stroking her arms.

He automatically assumed that she was cold.

"Its amazing how all this anger is keeping you warm. If not hot". He stroked her bare shoulder and unfolded her arms grabbing her hands. Finding them ice cold. He stroked her fingers.

He pulled her closer to him. "Have I mentioned it's working very well for me", he winked. She shivered again. Breaking eye contact.

" next time we will colour coordinate". He grinned.

"There will not be a next time". She clarified.

" there were several of your cousins. I'm pretty sure. One of them could decide." He began.

"I'm next and if not me then Tina", she managed to verbalize as a rush of cold air managed to shake her pin straight hair.

He lost his cheeky edge for a moment. That caused his security to take a step in their direction. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and he stared at her.

"I volunteer". He spoke.

Naturally she punched him smack in the middle of his chest. Now his security was standing to his left as he laughed. And she hugged her hand close to her chest.

" Ivon. She is a foot shorter than me do you really think that was necessary", he scolded.

" fuck you", she hissed.

"Ooo role play in public, I just have to figure how to get under that....." he was practically devouring her. That straight hair and braty behaviour entertaining him enticing.

"Run along Ivon". He nodded to his left.

She was clearly embarrassed to have a witness to this behaviour.

"I'll be....", she trailed off walking into an incredibly pricey high end store. Where only 9 articles were on display.

"You know my employees sign an NDA so you dont have to worry about anything", he stood next to her and settled his hand at the base of her spine.

A platinum blond approached them with glossy smile offering help. She didn't even look at her. He politely told her that they are still looking. She kept her distance.

Stroking the fur of a peach jacket smiled to herself.

"Care to share". His voice floated through the soft notes of the piano.

"Tina always said that stores that display eleven  items always over price". He nodded in agreement as he observed the lack of price tags.

" are these all?" Tirza said gesturing to the rack.

"We have more, these are just our best sellers". The attendant smiled.

" what is madam looking for". She asked trying to get an idea.

" a puffer coat perhaps", she said nodded.

" a silk and wool evening coat with a belt, preferably cream". He smiled.

" right this way", the woman turned on her heel.

"How much do you have on you?" Tirza asked. As she fixed her non functional veil for the third time.

"So you're letting me buy you a jacket", he delighted.

"No. I'm buying myself a jacket and am temporarily borrowing money from you", she clarified. "Black", she said as the woman held up two puffer jacket options.

"I dont see silk or wool in that", Oliver commented.

"One moment please", Tirza smiled quickly at the attendant and dragged Oliver away by his arm.

" look I can't accept an over priced jacket from you that I'll wear for just 30 minutes". She explained.

" it takes 15 to get to mine and 25 if you're walking".

Groaning she cried, " why is this fun for you?".

" because I got to spend a lovely evening observing you, looking absolutely delicious and angelic", his lips hovered over her cheek. " also it was my first time at an Asian engagement party, I throughly enjoyed myself".

" that's a first. I didn't know", Tirza hummed.

"Plus the ladies were pretty to look at". He joked.

" ofcourse", she swatted him on his arm.

" tremendously physical aren't we this evening", he murmured huskly grabbing her wrist.

" I'm just annoyed, itchy and cold", she sighed, " but proud" she added.

" because...." his eyebrows raised.

" because I wore flats". She raised the skirt to show her feet.

" cold I can fix, now where is the itch?". He teased eyeing her.

" no just drop me home", she said rubbing her hands on her arms.

" no. You're coming with me", he spoke sternly.

" Oliver", she warned. He raised his eyebrows at her taunting her.

Fine two can play dirty.

" home", she poked at his arm.

" no", he refused to look at her.

" I need to change out of this itchy top I'm pretty sure my boobs are scratched". She stated looking at his face. Waiting for information to click in.

" pardon", he was pretty sure his misheard her. Did she just say boobs out loud?

" Tirza, are you telling me that you haven't got a thing under that?" He pointed to her front.

"Yes. That's why I needed to get a jacket because I'm cold and you...", she was about to say something that would potentially have them kicked out of the store.

" Angi. I want the champagne silk and wool French style coat with a belt". He stared at her challenging her to defy him.

" but she asked for the puffer Oliver". The woman argued.

" I know what she asked for. But get me what I want. You've been dealing with us for ages please dont let your reputation waver", he almost snapped.

" absolutely, right away". She scampered off.

" cool. She knows your name", Tirza pointed out coolly.

" yes" he looked at her briefly and his eyes dipped south. She caught that. " benefit of being non existent" she joked.

" they are plenty enough for me". He groaned.

" did you know?". She smiled wickedly at him.

" no", he spoke after a deep breath.

"Honestly I didn't notice it until you mentioned so", he gestured to her front.

" because darling if I'd known then there would have been no way that I would have let you parade on the streets in this balls freezing cold".

"I kind of like the cold", she commented. " gives me time to think",

" about being an infuriating tease", he remarked.

" whatever". She rolled her eyes.

" shall we?", he offered her his arm.

"Why thank you Sir", she accepted it.

He directed her to the modern glass counter to pay. Like he did on those rare moments when he accompanied his mother.

The duo stopped before a behemoth mirror that was two stories in length approximately.

He readjusted the jacket and tucked at his collar. " you look fine", she patted his hand. A frown had settled on his brow. " mighty fine I may add and its absolutely working for me", she added using his arm, and her tip toes to reach his ear. But missed by a few inches.  She looked so cute. Tiny and pratically engulfed by the bottom of her outfit. She met his gaze in the mirror. "Okay. I look good too", she said shyly

"Ah, yes. But we could have matched and it would have been ever better". He murmured scratching the very mild beard on his face. " I wasn't even sure you were going to show up", she sighed.

" or else I would have matched my knickers" she blinked innocently at him.

" ofcourse you would have," he smiled sarcastically.

" Angie," he called the woman was next to him in less than  a blink. " I'd like to take the puffer and cream trench coat, do not place that on the family's account but on mine". He slipped his arms from Tirza to pull his wallet out.

" absolutely", she complied giving him a secretive smile.

" baby. we only need one. Tell her to put one away before she tags them". Tirza tried to reason.

" yes. One. You picked and the other I'm buying for you", he spoke placing a kiss on her hair.

" could I please have the bill?", Tirza asked.

The attendee immediately turned to see what Oliver had to say.

With a quick scan of their purchase. Tirza turned on her heal the bottom of her skirt twirling.

" I'm charging this to Tina", Tirza frowned.

" I have a better option", Oliver offered. As he kept her attention on her skin that she wouldn't look at both the articles being packed and halt the process.

" what may that be?", she thought.

"Charge Drew, I'm sure he can handle the damage and I'll tell him I got you something and his Aries ass will want to top that off", his eyes were overflowing with mischief.

"And buy Tina more shite and then they would fight". Tirza completed. Disappointed.

"Thank you Angi", he smiled taking the purchases.

" oh, love do try them on", he offered her the bags.

" everyone is staring at us", she observed.

"So let them", he shrugged taking the cream coat out of its casing.

"Not wearing that",

"But it compliments your dress, that's why I picked it", he explained.

"It costs more than everything in wearing". She cried moving outside.

"Tirza you're awfully upset, it's just a jacket", he tried to calm her. As she started to walk again.

"Jackets, plural", she corrected.

"Fine. Jackets, you know I like to get you nice things", he said offering her the cream coat once again.

" now you sound like a sugar daddy. An investor, and I sound like a brat kept", she exclaimed. On the verge of cryin on everyone. Including myself", she began. Wiping a tear quickly. "I know I should be reasonable and accept the Jackets because its freezing I may end up catching pneumonia and die", she laughed at the end. Quoting Emerson.

His reaction was glacial at that statement but at least she was talking and he wanted to hear what she had to say.

"I've turned into this over analysing and controlling bitch just by being with them all for a few hours".

" That's enough, stop belittling yourself", he warned.

" why are you yelling at me?", she spoke through the heavy lump in her throat.

" oh luv, I'm not yelling at you. Please come with me". He begged stroking her cheekbones.

"You should leave before their", she paused and laughed. " my madness spoils what we have, I've turned into this controlling freak and telling you not to go places. I mean we are just seeing eachother". She spoke on a sneeze.

" excuseme", she heard him say. In a tone he had never used with her. Which only made her cry more.

"We have been together...we have been exclusively together....", he corrected himself.

"No one asked you to", she rebutted.

That was his limit. He had enough of this outburst.

" you listen to me Tirza", he transferred the bags to his forearm. With a firm grip on her waist he pulled her to him. " I'm aware that you're upset", he stroked her face. " I'm sorry that people say rude things. But, I'm in love with that over analysing brain of yours", he lifted her chin with his finger and placed a firm kiss on her forehead.

"Your family do have an effect on you, because that's how families are. You have had no one except them. And frankly speaking they guilt trip you into doing what you wouldn't possibly want to do", he signed. As she took a cold breath. Nodding. Casuing the remaining tears to slide down her face.

Which he wiped with his thumb.

" I choose to love you and be with you and this isint because of your family bullying me into loving you, it's how I feel towards you, what i feel is so intense that whatever happens when i meet your family. It will always be greater than them",

" I'm afraid of being the controlling woman", she croaked, "and being selfish".

He had silenced her with a kiss. What a sight it was. A woman  in a fancy garb experiencing an emotional breakdown while a man consolidated her. As his security watched. She shivered in his embrace as more tears flowed.

She needed to be held. And he held her. Completely understanding her. Slowly pouring strength into her along with warmth from his body.

He was aware that she had issues, so did he. But what they had and his emotions towards her were far too intense to be dismissed away.

The woman in his life was having a breakdown of sorts at eleven thirty-ish. He was honoured to hold her broken pieces until she found the energy to mold them back into a stronger version of herself.

She had shivered twice already. A third one that practically rocked his upper body.

"Tirza", he whispered at her crown. Inhaling the scent of her hair, he smiled because he knew that she had a weird habit of putting a small spray of perfume in her hair.

"Hmmm", she acknowledged, practically melted in her embrace.

"Please put a jacket on?", he requested.

She broke from his embrace. He prepared himself for a protest. He watched her turn around. Her back to him. As she gathered the shimmery barely there veil in one hand.

"Well, hurry up", she spoke as another car passing by caused her hair to whoosh.

"Sorry", he murmured, shoving his hand in the bag and pulling out the puffer jacket.

"Which one?", his hand hovered not daring.

"Cream", she managed inhaling sharply.

"Fucking....", he hurried to get the cream and silk creation out.

"Horse cock", she supplied slipping her arms in the sleeves. As he held her hair.

"Thank you Ivon", he spoke making her face heat up. She stopped and turned around to see that his security was standing two feet away from them. Holding both the bags. He had heard her suggestion.

She didn't dare make eye contact with Ivon or glance in his direction.

Oliver had a bloody grin on his face. Yep. He heard her.

'I hate you', she mouthed at him. Tossing him her crumpled veil. He simply shook his head and smiled at her.

She sneezed. Almost folding in half.

"Here madam", Ivon offered her a wipe.

"Thank you", she said quietly before a sneeze.

"Ivon, car", Oliver hissed as he watched her eyes water. Ivon nodded and rushed off.

Oliver tried to grab her hands but she didn't let him pointing out that there were germs involved.

"Fuck", he hissed. Slipping his hands in the jacket to rub her waist. Only to discover that the inner silk wasn't warm yet.

"Bloody hell', he cursed. Tirza looked at him confused as she was about to sneeze again. He wrestled out of his jacket and was no fighting the no good cream and wool devil off her.

"Ooo strip tease", she teased. As she rubbed her cheek against the warm material of his prized Burberry jacket.

"Now the shirt", she laughed as she watched him fold the jacket she had on formally neatly over his arm.

"You should return that, it's done you no good", she winked.

"Never", he practically growled. Pulling her into his side. Rubbing her arm. In an attempt to provide warmth.

"This is the first time a man has given me his jacket", she murmured as she snuggled him. His heartbeat fast.

"Thank you", she smiled. As she placed a small kiss on the skin right above the collar of his shirt.

"I love you too", he spoke in her hair as he held her closer.

"Madam," Ivon held the door open for her.

"Thank you", she nodded at him as she gracefully slid into the car.

The heated upholstery was a luxury that she moaned with relief.

"Where to Sir?", The driver who's name she couldn't recall asked making eye contact in the rearview mirror.

"Where to?", he asked turing to Tirza.

"Hi and hotel please", she smiled at the driver.

"Absolutely". The driver nodded.

"What floor are you on?", she asked as they entered the lobby.

"7th floor", he answered. As they walked to to counter. She looked at him puzzled.

"Key", he explained as he provided his name to the concierge who immediately provided him with an envelope.

" what's bothering you?", he asked.

"Just wondering who is cashing in on the over night stay?", she admitted.

He looked at her surprised. As he requested a few warm beverages and some fresh fruit for them to nibble on.

"Why, afraid you might run into someone?",

She nodded.

"Coffee or tea?", he asked.

"Tea, chamomile If they have it. Please", she requested. He conved it on.

The concierge informed him that his suitcase had already been delivered to the room.

"When did you get the room?", she asked amazed as they stepped in.

"Ivon did, this afternoon", he answered.

"Bath?", he offered.

"Actually a shower", she declined. Shrugging out of his jacket.

"Sure, I need to make a phone call", he pointed to the jacket that she had taken off.

She quickly showered. Relishing the intensity of the water. Upon leaving the ensuite bathroom she discovered him holding a cup of tea. He was still on the phone. So she busied herself with preparing on herself.

She was halfway done with the tea when he ended the phone call with and walked into the bathroom stripping.

She was surprised to see that the closet was already equipped with his clothes.

"How long are you planning to stay?", she questioned eyeing the contents.

"Two days", he answered startling her.

She jumped and her hand immediately went to the hotel supplied robe. While he wore a towel.

"Oh, God", she huffed. As he opened a closet door to pull out a small black bag.

He looked at her thoughtfully and motioned with his head to follow him to the bathroom.

"You didn't have to pick them up", he commented as he observed that she had picked his clothes from the their designated location on the marble.

"I didn't, house keeping did", explained. "I just handed it to her".

"Ah yes. Claire", he nodded. As he placed the contents of the bag on the double vanity. Which she sat on.

"That's a cute bag", she commented.

He shook his head at her.

"What", she cried dramatically. Getting off the marble.

"Stay", he requested observing his reflection in the massive mirror.

She hoped back on.

"You okay?", she asked tiling her head to the side.

"Yea. I might give up while shaving", he admitted. "If you go". He added.

[freshoutofthegutter]

Frames:

The moment he heard her voice. He catapulted into action. Possessive need overtook him. Not only had she dare to wander towards his side of the penthouse but come in contact with people who wished the worst for her. To tip the scales. She was ready to leave to get something as pathetic as a tanner.

She wasn't supposed to be here now. He had planned everything. They would be alone and he would show to her the sweet side that she is accustomed to.

He was informed by his security and floor manager that she and her sisters had eaten breakfast. He found it slightly comical that she almost had a small breakdown when she couldn't recall correctly who she was married to. Tina had told that to him. The sisters were having much fun watching her mistaken agony. He would make an appearance if things got out of hand.

He spoke to the floor manager and was provided with a report of all the guests that they hosted. The room she was in had been cleaned and fragranced. As they only people allowed on the penthouse floor had their breakfast.

Her access device had been left in the room that she had been occupying on the table right in the midst of all the photographs that he had of her. From her days of college and later.

He was throughly immersed in work. When it was told to him that his beloved and her sister Tina had a mild quarrel about going to exercise. The gyms were on the 4th floor as were the men of her family. She wasn't a captive. But he wanted to assure himself that she was only a door away.  He wanted to know where she was, for his peace of mind.

He had wanted to accompany her when they went down. To the 4th floor. Which is why he had delayed his own vigorous exercise routine by half. The rest he would complete in her company. Maybe tease her a bit. Watch her react in the most primal manner to his existence.

He was changing into an attire more suitable for his approaching activities.

It was when he heard the muted click and the sound of conversation in the language she spoke. Midway changing he walked closer to a door that went out into a secondary lobby. For more private gatherings.

He smiled when he heard her voice. It was meek and unsure at first, laced with shock upon seeing the occupants of the room. He was trying to recall who had been placed here. When he heard her talking to a Male voice. He picked up words like tanner? Why would she require a tanner. Her skin was absolute perfection already. The softest he had touched. Body like that of a warrior. She had her blemishes but those represented the many mental wars that she had won rather than giving away into madness and nothingness. Along with ceasing to exist. Suddenly inundated with the sheer need to have her in his arms. He dismissed all plans and logic. With one strong pull the door opened and he stood in the room. It was the red lounge. It was the most secluded part of the penthouse floor. Meant for those whom they wished to isolate.

Then it finally dawned onto him who was given residency here.  She had her back to him. Her hair was down as she preferred it. In less than two seconds he swept the room and didn't like what he saw. She was almost about to walk out of the red lounge through an elevator that led directly to the 4th floor. Accompanied by the voice that now had a pale face. A lanky, short man with facial hair and glasses. All conversation halted as his presence was registered by those in the room. She stilled too. He was quick to act out. His arms latched forward with the speed of a whip and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into him as she screamed bloody murder.

"My husband will kill you", she cried as she clawed at his hold. His palm was around her neck in a warning as they both stepped back into the privacy of his bedroom.

She kicked and struggled. He smiled for a moment and almost stumbled before announcing, " relax it's me", she stilled and went limp instantly. His hand on her waist moved up to right breast. Which felt oddly bigger, with a squeeze he proved his theory right that she was wearing a heavy padded bra. His other thumb began to stroke her jaw and he took a deep breath of her hair.

"You're too quiet", he commented. Halting his petting. She relaxed further in his hold

"Oliver", she spoke. He smiled at her given name for him.

"Yes, my darling", he agreed as he resumed the petting.

"Why?", she wasn't able to make sense of anything around her.

"What do you not understand my sweet?", he hummed against her neck right behind her ear. Making her shiver.

"Me, you this place and why are they there?". She blubbered.

"Let me look at you first", he requested. She obeyed and turned around to face him. His lips were on hers in an instant. Heat flooded through her ears, neck and stomach. Other muscles tightened and made their presence known. As he explored her body with his hands. Gently, with reverence.

He chucked to himself. Placed a few dry kisses on her face. "What?...do I smell?", she questioned. Her face covered by self doubt.

"No, not at all. You smell absolutely exquisite", he embraced her.

" you're prolly saying that to make me feel better", she cried and tried to push away from him. He laughed at her feeble attempts which further infuriated her. With a mighty and vigorous shove she managed to loosen his embrace but couldn't counteract her own momentum. Falling onto the massive bed.

He caught her, as if prepared for her outburst. "I have other ways for that", he warned in a tone that was dangerous and gossamer.

She scoffed at him. That was when he picked her and threw her onto the bed. Using his strength. She shrieked as she fell precariously close to the edge of the never ending mattress.  He descended over her body as she gained recognition of the cardinal planes.

Seeing her body between his legs made her feel small and petite but a fear licked at her consciousness when he gathered her hands and placed them in his fist. The other pushing her hair away from her face.

"As I preform on my promises, I shall make do on our verbal agreement", We established that as an early rule", he tapped her forehead followed by a wink.

"Fuck you", she hissed as he kissed her vigorously as if she would soon evaporate.

"Just tell me or else i wouldn't stop thinking about it!" She cried as he tore the silken blouse she had worn revealing a padded bra. It was plain and white. He was mesmerised by the visual feast offered to him.

"You smell tantalising", he groaned tracing the goosebumps on her collar bones.

"Stoppppp", she dragged not sure whether it was out of anger or pleasure.

He made a cute purring sound in response.

"Get off me", she shoved him and he fell to her right on the bed. With an arm thrown over his head taking deep breaths to calm down.

She crawled and stumbled off the bed. Discarding the tattered remains of a top she had worn. She didnt bother trying to cover up as she didnt feel the need to. She pondered for a brief second that she could use this to her benefit. She closely observed his glorious profile. Dominating the bed with the physicality of him. Long athletic legs like those of Olympic cyclists, champion sort. A lean torso which was stamped with defined muscles, she appraised the discipline he carried in his life for building muscles and remaining persistent. When she reached his face on her visual trekking she found him staring at her. Both mutually appreciating each others bodies.

"What?", she questioned all grumpy.

"So fucking hot", he took a moment to adjust his shorts.

"Why are they all here?", she pointed with her head to the door.

"Because they need to fucking see how much I crazy love you and if they try to come for you. They will simply cease to exist", he explained now in a reclining pose.

She mildly shivered. She held herself around her mid and recognised stiff muscles.

"What are you thinking?", he called.

"I'm trying to recall the last thing, I even asked my sisters but they beat around the Bush mostly", she shrugged.

"What day is it?",

"Tuesday"

"Where are we?", she began walking to the other end of the room closer to a window. She knew that this entire wall was a window. The recollection came from no where.

"Darling, not too close to the window", he advised.

"I can't see shit because its covered", she sassed.

"We are in Prague, my sweet", he had walked up behind her and was standing right behind her.

Startled she turned around almost falling. He was always there to catch her.

"When did we get here?", her eyes were big and innocent. Almsot scared.

That's what irked him. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his torso flush against his form. He placed his massive hands under her bum. Slowly backing away into a wall.

"We got here 39 hours ago, majority of which I spent almost threatening to kill the Doctor. Your parents and anyone that doubts my feelings for you", he nuzzled her neck. Pulling some of the thin skin between his teeth. Just when he was about to leave a mark he began speaking.

"What's the last thing you remember?", he looked her dead in the eye. Using his Dom voice.

"39 hours!", she exclaimed.

He simply narrowed his eyes at her and kissed her senseless. Becoming aggressive with each passing breath. She was shook. Lightheaded.

"Hmmmhu 39 hours, and a few more that you spent napping", he tutted.

She rolled her head to the left. Unconsciously offering him more of her neck. The desire in him intensified well aware that she had done this subconsciously.

He licked all the way up from her collar bone to her jaw before plundering her mouth for a fierce kiss. She was lost in thought he could tell that. He shifted her weight to one arm and braced her against the wall.

"When I kiss you, you respond", he stated grabbing her breast and squeezing.

"I will respond when you answer my questions and not try to distract me with sex", she cried attacking his mouth with hers. Making grunts as he grabbed the back of her head.

She turned her head to the right halting the kiss.

"I'm not distracting you yet, I'm simply reassuring myself that you're with me and not fucking dead", he growled moving away from the wall and throwing her on the bed.

"What the heck are you talking about", she was confused beyond measure as he took off her bra. Sneekly used it to tie her wrist and make a pair of DIY cuffs.

"You. My. Darling", he flipped her over. She was now face down in the bed. The sheets smelled like him. She smiled at the relief. While he got rid of the stupid pants she had on.

He bowed and kissed the small dimples at the bottom of her spine. Before raising her hips and having her on her knees.

"Had a fucking anxiety attack", he landed a smack on her left cheek.

"Because you fill you pretty little head with stupid ideas that your family slowly murmurs", he kissed the sting away.

"Owwwww", she cried as he blessed her with three more. Kissing each one away.

"I found you on the bed at 4 am, when Tina called me. You were shaking and cold and unresponsive"

He flipped her over.

As he  recalled the events his face lost emotions  and he looked cold.

"I can't see", she whispered.

"I couldn't either", he whispered back. Still lost in the memory. She flexed her fingers and shook her face to get some of the hair off.

"Sorry", he stroked her face and got rid of the wet strands on her face.

"Now tell me my dainty one", he grabbed her throat and set his hand on top of her collarbones.

"Why did you have an anxiety attack and",

A dark shade fell over his vision as she squealed due to the force of his grip intensifying.

"I don't know", she lied as her eyes watered due to the lack of air.

They both could feel her pulse. His eyes narrowed as he saw through the lie.

"Once again my Darling. I Ask", he lowered his head down to her ear. She expected that he would kiss her.

"What caused it?", he kissed her ear gently and bit it after each word.

"I don't know", he felt her hot tears fall into the hollow of her ear.

He kissed the hot tears away.

"Your lies taste delecious", he reprimanded. Placing a simple kiss on her forehead and nuzzled her nose.

" I am but a fair man. Honourable", he began speaking. Stroking her sides. The senestive skin of her ribs. The scars on her bicep. Each touch arousing her even more.

He traced his finger around the outer circle of her breast and nipple. She turned to angle his fingers where she wanted them.

"However, tantalising teases like you" he began to rapidly stoke her nipple. She cried in relief. Which was when he stopped. Leaned down and blew on it. He could see her skin covered in a fine layer of precipitation. The pheromones appeasing him greatly.

"Like you don't get foreplay", he reached over and pinched the right nipple. Causing her to whine and arch her back.

"They get fucked. And their entire family gets to hear whom they get fucked by", he growled. Leaning and sucking the pinched nipple while his hair teased her already sensitive chest.

She made another whimpering sound. Desperate and needy.

"Such lovely decelerations of desires, yet not a single word of truth", he shook his head at her. Reaching between her legs.

"Perfection", he preached. He found her wet. He grinned that she desired him regardless of her anger or non communicative attitude.

Smearing some of the slickness on his fingers and bringing them up to his mouth. He lifted them to his nose. Smiled and offered his fingers to her.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Like an angry cat.

"More for me", he grinned before putting them in his mouth.

"So fucking delecious", he hummed.

She groaned. Looking away.

"Tell me, my Dainty One. Did they tell you that you were better off without me?", he raised his eyebrows at her.

She looked away.

"Oh dear", he squeezed her breast again.

"Too bad. Once they hear you scream and cry. They wouldn't give you away to anyone else", he growled. Sitting on his knees and lifting her legs over his shoulder.

"You love this position don't you", he kissed her ankle. "Makes your legs look impossibly long and beautiful", he stroked her shin.

"You love it too", she sassed back. "Wanted to fuck me with an anklet that imprinted itself onto your shoulder, what happened to that", she challenged. Raising her eyebrow to provoke him.

"Ooo my sweet", he tutted. Shifting his legs on either side of him. He leaned forward. Hovering over her. His arms distributing his weight on either side of him.

"Last chance", he offered. As a bead of sweat rolled down his face and fell on her neck.

"Just fuck me already", she cried. Frustrated.

He lowered himself to kiss her "that was your last kiss." He spoke against her lips. She snapped her teeth at him. He lifted himself grinning and pinched her inverted nipple for fun.

He grabbed her on the left side of her hip and flipped her on her side.

Laying down behind her.

"Look up", he told her as he adjusted her body over his.

She Was skinny and tiny. Taunt, stretched over his form. He was looking at her in the mirror above.

"Now that is a sex mirror", he complemented.

"Lift", he grabbed her foot and placed each of them on his either thigh.

He parted his thighs which resulted in her opening her legs. He reached around from the side and stoked her folds again. Found her more than wet.

"Watch", he warned when she wasn't looking up into the mirror.

Her brown eyes big and face slightly flushed. He pulled his fingers out and

dragged his fingers on her hip the underside of her breast and finally in his mouth. He made appreciative sounds upon tasting her. His torquise orbs glimmering. She rolled her head back on his chest closing her eyes.

"Hey watch", he smacked her clit playfully.

"I'm going to put it In you", he whispered in her ear. Keeping constant eye contact  in the mirror. She flinched upon first contact.

His head was hot and wet and massive like it always felt.

"Fuck me. There is it, your eyes rolling back into your head. Getting rid of the doubts", he pointed out as she began to involuntarily close her eyes.

She immediately opened them wide and stared back at him. He was still trying to work his way into her. She clenched hard. Before he even managed to slip into her heat.

"Fuck", he hissed when she didnt relax. Looked up at her in the mirror.

"What are you doing?", he grunted.

She glared at him.

"A staring competition. Aren't we beyond that my precious. Are you petty because I didnt play with your nipples", he pinched the inverted one. Making her jerk and cry out.

"Or pet you perfect clit", he smacked it several times. Before rubbing it in a circular motion. She was a begging mess. With incoherent sounds being poured out of her.

"That's its make some noise", he thundered in her ear. "Let them all know your husband is fucking you", he laughed.

She went silent all of a sudden. Biting down on her lip. Pushing her head into his pectoral. He stole this moment to choke her. The lack of breath distracted her and he slipped with a strong thrust. She wailed at the top of her lungs. At the sudden yet much wanted intrusion.

"Shhhh, relax. Just a moment", he cooed in her ear. Landing kisses on her hair.

"Tell me when I can move. My darling", he reached down to touch her clit.

"I want to touch you please", she begged. Voice soft and meek.

"Absolutely, my love", he acted out freeing her hands from the white bra.

Upon release she accidentally clenched on him. Causing them both to spasm. Which resulted a heavy groan resonating behind her.

"I see what you did there", he commented as he grabbed her around the waist. And began to pound into her in fast succession. Heavy and hard thrust. She saw herself get fucked throughly. Her thoughts and brain rattling in her cranium.

"So fucking perfect", he slowed the thrust to a slow grind.

"Such splendid and responsive nipples. Radiant skin and a paradisiacal pussy", he praised. Keeping a hand on her hip to guide her movements in rhythm with his.

"Yet such upsetting thoughts", he punctured each word with a piston thrust. His balls hitting her sensitized clit.

"Pleaseeeeeee", she managed shaking.

He grabbed her around the middle and fucked her hard and unforgiving until she began to shake, letting him know she was close. She frantically searched for leverage. Stretching her neck she reached up and found his face. She kissed him as he brought her closer to an orgasm.

"If you keep your eyes open and watch I'll reward you", he bellowed.

She whimpered in response. Shaking even more.

"I'm close", she dragged in a small voice as her stomach tightened and she began to clamp down on him causing his to loose rhythm. She put her hands in his hair and scratched his scalp with her nails. The other hand grabbing his hand and linking their fingers together. She then brought it up to her neck and he choked her.

"Cum for me now", he said. "Yes,yes" he repeated feeling her tipping over the edge.

"Like the good fucking princess that you are!", Triggering her orgasm had her crying out like a desperate animal. Long laments of pleasure and release echoed in the dim room. "That's it right there. Squeeze me harder. Cry for me". He cooed

She cried and tears began to flow. Riding out the high.  He slowed down and curled into his side. Taking her with him. Cuddling her as she still shook.

She felt as if her had been electrocuted. Every nerve ending was responsive. Her neck was warm and cold at the same time. The soles of her feet were cold. Yet her toes were still warm and curled. Her legs shook uncontrollably and her stomach muscles and vaginal muscles were tripping all over the place. She had stopped crying loudly. But the tears still flowed. Falling onto his bicep that she had under her head. She kissed his wet skin. Whispering sorrys and thank yous.

He supplied her with equally soft and reassuring words.

"Little One, stop spilling tears over the past.", he stroked her hair and pushed the sticky bangs away from her forehead.

She stifled. Wiped her nose against the pillow.

"I'm just thinking....", she whispered wiping her face with the back of her hand.

Thinking with her was a paradox. She could be thinking of pleasant things but upsetting things too. He leaned towards the unpleasant bit. For her face looked pinched to him.

" are you ready to tell me?", he asked in a stern tone.

Horror settled on her face as she realised that he wasn't going to let this go. Be would get to the root of this.

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Lunch, continuation.

Your clothes", she giggled.

"Put your hand out",

She complied instantly.

She knew it was a ring but didn't expect it to be anything like this.

He placed it on her right hand's forefinger.

As he stroked the one on her right.

"This is spectacular", she put the ring up in better light.

He watched her eyes pop in recognition as she held the ring up to his face.

"It matches your eyes", she jumped in excitement. Jumping in his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"And the pools", he added. Cheekily.

"No fucking way!", she made cute puppy noises. In contentment.

"Yes baby. Yes fucking way", he laughed as he carried her up the stairs.

"What should I get you as a present?", she spoke out loud as he began stripping.

"Well. I do have something in mind",

"Shoot", she sat on the vanity.

"Just accept the love that you'll receive today and try not to panic", he placed his forehead against hers.

"Okay",

"And dont hide away or doubt yourself. Know that I love you and I think you love me", he shrugged.

"Nah man", she pinched his side.

"Behave?",

"Kay", she smarted back.

She had to lotion her entire body and take the crazy ring he had given her from the collection. When he told her no more hiding. With her hair straight and clothes she walked to her side of the closet to pull out the jewels.

She was putting perfume as Drew rang her.

"Helllloooo, morning", she dragged.

"Hi, sup",

"Wow you sound like Tina", she commented.

"Ikr",

"Whatsup", she murmured putting shoes on.

"I just wanted to say, that I'm.gonna deal with the issue today and good roast yesterday", he praised.

"Oh, oh yeah that thanks man", she smiled. Putting shoes on.

She stayed on the phone with Drew as she walked down the stairs it was almost 12.

"Okay talk later".

"Bye".

"wait"

"what Drew?" she was now growing impatient and the caffine wasnt helping either.

"know that ive sent a fish too". Drew spoke leaving her confused. it was when the bell rang. She reconsidered calling him again but didnt have the time. maybe he wanted to pick a fight.

She walked to the foyer to see the door open, their staff standing outside as cars carring their relatives began to come in. As usual Tina and kitty were the first ones to get out. Tina was well aquainted with their entire staff and security. What puzzled her the most was that both her sisters were carrying white boxes no bigger than six inches each. it took about a minute for the family to pass through. Uncle Peter's car was the second on to pull up right outside the stairs assending into the house. she was about to ask Celine where her husband dearest was he appeared from the left and helped Dado out of the car.

"Nona, welcome". he greated kissing her cheek. she laughed and patted his hand with adoration. Tirza was just about to explain but she saw a look of understanding on Dado's face. Tirza took her moment to greet dado before moving to her own parents. Oliver was pouring compliments out like they were free. she took the time to greet everyone her aunt and uncle and both the twins.

laughter was heard. Celine was introduced. Christina and dad were going to make a Celine Dion joke but didnt.

"where are papa and shalom?", Tirza asked as the girls too had boxes identical to Tina and kitty.

"they are getting something on the way", Uncle p said.

"whats with the boxes", she asked hugging Tina.

"why did you not tell me", tina whispered.

"bout what", she asked hearing Oliver's english accent shifting into an italian. to say something humerous.

"b12", Tina glared.

"Oliver told me not to, heck man i didnt even know", she pointed with her chin.

"whats with the boxes", Tirza raised her eyebrows.

Tina's head shot in Oliver's direction, "Oliver".

she looked at oliver who had began directing their estemed guests to the outdoor sofas.

"are we having a bbq?", she asked puzzled, "and why are we not ging inside", her anxiety was picking at her.

"Cara, Mia all will be known", he spoke in italian kissing her shoulder as they walked to the elevated levels.

everyone was gobsmacked by the elegance and vastness of the property. The boxes were now stacked on top of eachother. The family began to indulge in conversation.

dad, uncle p, Aimen and Oliver talked about the pool, while dado began pouring tears of joy.

it was then, when her own mother asked why they weren't at church today.

"we had a small work emergency, Tina didnt even know about it", tirza explained.

her mum and aunt listened cautiously.

"thats why she left early, this morning worried. i was worried too", her mom added.

her aunt expressed how everyone was excited to meet them as a couple.

uncomfortable by that she ended up sitting on her hair, in an attempt to free them they ended up getting stuck in the teeth of the ring on her right hand.

she had to take it off and pull her hair to the side. "a hair tie perhaps?", Celine offered.  her mother and aunt agreed.

"its absolutely fine, i spent 20 minutes getting my hair done, there", she spoke putting the ring back on.

"why arent we going inside?", one of the twins spoke. bored.

"Babe...", she began.

"carissima, two minutes more", he did an italian accent.

she mentally face palmed. as he explained the meaning to aimen in english. that too accented.

"why is he doing that accent", it was kitty this time. Tirza had asked the same thing to celine. who replied with an unsure "non lo so".

"tutto bene". she supplied, as the aunt asked if Celine spoke urdu. to which Celine replied in urdu.

"Cosa va bene?", he asked repeating the question in english.

"i understood what that meant, but mio amore, why are you doing that accent?", she asked everyone seemed to quiet.

"what accent?",

she turned to Celine who nodded.

"im messing with Aimen", he winked at her stroking her jaw.

"its a joke between them", her aunt spoke.

"he only does that with Aimen", Tina entered the conversation.

"like taking early morning selfies with me", she pulled out her phone to show proof, it was in front of the small fountain.

"you guys took selfies without me",

"yea, what would someone want to take selfies with you, ya look like a troll", tina sassed.

"wooooohhhhhooo!", tina cried, almsot jumping up, " what are those", she pointed to his feet.

"dess are my sandles", he laughed,

"you planed that didnt you"

"ofcourse",

"come", he extened his hand to Tirza, as the last car pulled in the drive way.

papa, stella mama, sumbal and shalom carrying three more boxes walked up.

stella mama was in tears as she hugged the happy couple, she asked about joy and his grade.

"what about baba?", tirza asked as they bagan to walk towards the right. not using the front door. Annie walking along dado on the steps.

"through that door please", Oliver pointed raising his arm to point to the narrow door.

"where are we going" Tina asked.

"celine will show you". he told her.

" i love you so fucking much", he whispered as he grabbed her hand and they ran across the steps.

she was still processing this when she saw her entire family gathered at the edge of the pool that had the koi's swiming in it.

"thank you all for coming to our home", Oliver began she squeezed his hand in motivation. "gratzie", he whispered quickly.

" Tirza doesn't know what's going on", he revealed. "So this is for you too. Dillito mio", he kissed her. Someone hollered. Tina prolly.

"Okay. The miracles of abundance involves fishes", he pointed to uncle Peter. "Right" who nodded back. "Fishes in various cultures represent blessings and prosperity", people nodded. Hooked into his every word.

"When Celine asked you all not to bring gifts or sweets. Some of you must have been shocked. Because she asked you to get a small living fish of your choice",

Everyone nodded again. This was news her.

"Thank you Celine", he nodded at her.

"To my family a fish represents acceptance, honour and protection", he continued.

"I've asked you to bring a fish, it is because it is a part of you that will stay in our house, beautify it", he explained.

"We", he pulled her into his side.

"Promise to protect and nourish the gifts that you have given us, as the representation of our relationship as a family",  a few sniffles were heard. All the moms were wiping their tears.

"I would like to ask Pastor Peter to pray and then we can commence", he requested.

Tirza clung to her man as uncle peter prayed. It was a moment of extreme peace. She felt her tears flow but they were tears of love. She felt acceptance. No hatred existed.

When everyone said Amen.

"Darling this is yours", he handed her a small glass bowl with a lone fish swimming in it. A small black and gold spotted fish.

"Our home becomes yours, our walls become yours. As long as your fish is here security will never stop you", he announced before releasing his fish into the water. And so did she.

There was so much joy and excitement.

Some of the cousins recorded.

"Mio Amore", he called tapping her shoulder. As she was speaking to Shaloom.

"Just a minute", she said to her cousin.

He had a box in his hand that as labelled joy. He walked up to Stella mama who was talking to Dado.

"This is Joshua's fish, do you want to put it in the water", he asked offering her the box. She understood and did what he asked. Laughing happy tears.

"Its orange", Tirza observed. An orange Koi. "Its his favourite colour",

"Drew told me he sent a fish too", Tirza remembered.

"Yes and I asked Tina to release it and I had it recorded". He winked.

"One more stop", he said directing her to her other aunt.

"This is Michelle and Caleb's do you want to do the honours?", she laughed loudly and accepted the offer.

It was a moment to remember for a very long time.

"Can I bring a turtle, the next time I'm here?", kitty asked.

"A lion would suit you more but we will agree with a turtle for now", he agreed.

"Then I want a cat", Aimen butted In.

"Sorry that's not possible", he declined.

"Because we already have a dog", Tina jumped in.

The girls jumped with excitement.

"Take. Me . To. It", kitty punctuated.

"Ask Celine nicely. And maybe she will give you a nice house tour". He pointed.

"House tour!!!!", one of them shouted.

And soon relatives began to follow.

When alone.

"Thank you so much, it was a wonderful gesture.", she kissed him with love and adoration.

"It was nothing. It's not my original idea I must admit", he linked their hands and began walking as the other staff began to pick up the discarded boxes.

"So who's idea was it", she nudged him in his side.

"My mother but that's not the interesting bit.", he looked at his nails.

"Oh wow its 12:37". He announced.

"Do continue", she urged as the crossed the door. And was now walking towards the front fountain.

"My aunt once irked my mother and she took her fish out and put it in a container and had it transported to my aunts house", he recalled. He opened the front door. And found everyone waiting in the foyer.

"Papa has a present for you", Annie announced. Shalom was holding the a white box. With gold swirls on its borders.

"From all of us to you", Papa said.

And handed it to Dado who presented it to Oliver.

"What is it?", Tirza asked. Genuinely intrigued.

"Picture", papa laughed. As Oliver lifted the top of the box.

"A picture of us from the wedding",  he was shocked.

"Dios Mio", he was really happy.

"Best day ever", Oliver commented. Looking at Tirza. She knew what he meant

And winked back.

"My heart", he placed his hand as if experiencing a mortal wound.

"Can we please have a house tour now?", Tina spoke from the stairs.

"Si", he agreed.

"Celine, please do the honours", Oliver requested.

"Alright upstairs or downstairs", she asked.

A small debate started about upstairs and downstairs. The younger people went upstairs while the Parents sat in the semi formal sitting area.

" technically it's not a house tour. It's a dog hunt", Aimen pointed out with much enthusiasm.

"What kind of dog is it?", her dad asked.

"A mastiff", she recalled.

"Where are baba and nathan?", She asked taking her own mimosa.

"Sharak pur, apparently one of Nathan's many cousins are getting married", Papa joked.

Everyone laughed.

"When did you get the house?", Uncle P asked.

"We saw the property an year go. Finalised it 8 months ago. A few things needed to be fixed", he admitted.

"Its very nice", he appraised.

"Thank you I'm glad you like it", he smiled sipping his drink.

Lunch was an outstanding success to say.

People over indulged in meals and around 4 was when they all had tea. Oliver and Tirza in true Italian fashion settled for an espresso.

" you never finished your story", she poked his side as they lounged on the Divan.

"Ah, yes", he agreed sipping his bitter brew.

"Where was I?", he tried go recall as he played with a wisp of her hair. Tracing it across the back of her ear.

"How mama had the fish transported to your aunt's house", she filled in.

"Yes. My aunts house", he looked into distance. She slipped her hand into his because he had began to play with her hair again.

"And so my aunt's fish. Was packed in a Tupperware with adequate volume of water, but the delivery guy didn't bother with a fragile sticker and neither did he make the delivery his primary priority", he stopped to take a small sip of his coffee and kissed his wife softly.

"Because when the box recieved its destination the fish had almost died", he huffed. She visually flinched.

"Your mom is scary", she admitted after a moment of silence.

"That's precisely how my sisters reacted. But I saw my mother fill the box with water with my own two eyes", he stroked her face. "She didn't mean to harm the fish but the universe wish otherwise". He grinned.

"Was the purpose of this story to scare me regarding your mum?", she leaned back to observe him.

"The purpose of this elaborate tale. Regina Mia is that my mother didn't mean to harm the fish but to merely send it back. But if these people try" he laughed at that. " think that they can try to harm you. Then I will simply have their fish isolated in a separate bowl outside.", he suggested.

"Where exactly?", she eyed him.

"You know somewhere and we will name it the pollution pond. That fish was making the other sick. Now we cant have that can we", there was a dangerous gleam in his aqua orbs. Which he winked at smiled at her to calm its intensity because he saw her shiver.

She out of habit placed her hand at the pulse point in her neck. Which was somewhat flushed. He had to make a herculean effort to pull himself off the sofa. He picked both of their cups and walked away from her. She was still processing what he had said to her. He would protect her and eradicate those who wish to hurt her.

[freshoutofthegutter]

"Oliver Ward!", she managed as he boldly stroked her thigh as she was putting on shoes for her evening run.

"We are not going to have sex right now", she finished reaching for the other balenciaga shoe but he caught it first.

"Your ideas are lame, mine are so much better", he argued groping her butt.

"How about we have shower sex", she offered. He halted for a moment. "When I return ", she managed. As she felt him hook her leg over his back.

"Nuuu", he grumbled settling between the space on her chest.

Naturally she couldn't stop herself from playing with his hair. He hummed in agreement and landed a few hundred kisses on her face.

"You smell sexy", he spoke placing a kiss on her jawline.

"The only word I heard was smell", she laughed. He raised himself up on his elbows on and looked her dead in the eye

"Its sexy pheromones", and dived back in this time holding her boobs as stress balls.

"Fine sexy pheromones", she agreed.

This time he tried to get up but she held on tighter.

"I have a call", he huffed. Holding her back.

"And I need to get my pre-sex marathon cardio in", she grinned.

"Nuuuu, you tantalising tease, leave this room and run", he spoke in a theatrical manner as they both reluctantly got up from the divan.

"How about pool sex?", she called as they both walked down the staircase.

Well invested in the idea he asked "which one?", as he grabbed her wrist knowing that his little wife would run off after saying something seductive.

"Whatever you pick baby", she winked on her tip of her shoes to properly kiss him.

"I'm gonna run. And you make us more money", she pointed with her head to the direction of the office.

He laughed at her comment. With new zeal he walked to his office to get the job done.

She knew she was accompanied by security. With a quick nod to Oliver's head of security she told him where she needed to go. A small run around the property.

Their closest neighbor's were about a 2000 feet away which granted them incredible privacy.

She stretched and began to run at a slow pace. Soon she had launched into a mild rhythm that had her thoughts wandering into a million direction.

She mainly thought of the brunch tomorrow . The flower arrangements. The sides that needed to be put out. Above all how to get her dad's attention turned away from the mint green piano that Tina had gotten them as a joke. It was an identical one to the matte black in Oliver's Italian family home. A fine piece of history that belonged to his grandfather.

The familiar burn of the lactic acid buildup in her muscles caused her to slow her run to a walk. She walked for another twenty minutes and the amount of water lost by her body being to make its effects known. She checked the time on her smartwatch. It was thirty minutes past six.

Upon seeing a McDonalds franchise she walked another seven minutes to get to it. She smiled to herself recalling the time she was shocked that FCCU had their own MCB and other fast food chains on the campus. The franchise carried the same name as their residential society.

She walked inside and found it to be slightly smaller in side to the ones she had seen. It was wonderfully chilly inside. Given the moist September air. She stood calmly for a moment as two kids in crocks raced past her to get their ice cream floats.

She walked up to the counter greeting the cashier she asked for a bottle of water and debated whether she should break her non-coffee-vacation streak. She looked at the Happy meals on display with a nostalgic smile when she was interrupted by Jamie to let her know what they needed to leave.

She was mildly shocked at first that Jamie demanded that they leave immediately. She got her water bottle and Jamie payed the due. The cashier was confused.

To top things off Jamie handed her his phone. Which was still connected to a Certain "O Ward".

"Hello?", she asked unsure.

"Hello. Where are you", he spoke back rapidly.

"Hey. I'm at McDonalds, just getting water and coffee, are you okay?", she asked casually.

"Are you okay?", he asked at the same time. She smiled slightly. That they finished each other's sentences. As their universe revolved around each other.

"Are you really okay? I'm asking in absolute seriousness". His tone was stern.

"Yes. Darling", she assured her hand settling on her heart. As she quickly looked around once. "I'm absolutely certain that I'm safe and I'll be home in a few". She said.

"Alright. I love you. Just come back to me safe and sound.", he urged.

"And I you. Dearest", she nodded before handing the phone to Jamie.

She didn't even have to go to the counter to receive her order for it was all done.

She looked at the menu one last time before making an exit.

"Mr. Ward says that "we have to take the car no walking", Jamie explained as he opened the Bentley SUV door.

"Is everything Alright?", she asked after settling in. Jamie was on the phone with someone as Eric handed her the coffee and bottle. Nervously forgetting about her thirst she began to sip on the cold coffee. Almost crushing the cup in her hand. They began driving the moment he was off the phone. She launched into deduction mode and finally asked. "Is Oliver alright?",

Jamie made eye contact with her and said no everything is fine. Before making another call.

"What about Tina?", she turned to Eric. Eyes frantic. "The family, my parents. Drew?". She rambled. Over analysing brain into overdrive.

"Madam everyone is absolutely safe", Jamie repeated twice but she had almost shut down. They parked outside the mansion. 

"Block is secured", she heard Eric.

"Tina's plane landed. Driver is taking her to the hotel as we speak", Eric informed as he stepped in the main gates along with her.

She noticed that the lights had come on and Oliver was waiting at the door for her.

Looking into his phone.

For a moment all form of worry melted away as they saw each other. She calmly walked up to him as he bathed her in the warmth of his gorgeous smile. His clothes smelled of their linens, detergent and his own biochemistry deliciously incorporated in the fancy Jean Paul Gauthier that he favours. He pulled her into his side and observed her closely for any form of injuries. Once satisfied he quickly kissed her and reminded himself that he was holding her.

"I don't think that it was an attack but just to be on the safe side, sweep all the houses the family is staying in. Particularly the hotel", her heart fluttered slightly as she heard him acknowledge her weird family as his.

"Speak to Armando, Drew is getting to the site now and Dont tell Tina". She felt him pull her a little more into his side. And she hugged him by placing her arms around him.

"Also cancel our reservation plans", he finished as they walked into the main lobby.

It was perhaps their favourite thing about the house. The Swarovski crystal fishes flooded the house with an incredible aura of  positivity. He saw the setting Sun reflect and was almost blinded by the magical reflection they left on the high walls and ceiling. A sense of possessive overcame him. He was sure that no one would dare plan a terrorising attack on their house.

"What's wrong Darling?"? She asked as they walked to one of the four living rooms in their mansion.

It was the smallest one but the it was able to grant a wide view of the floor plan.

"Sit", he pointed to the sofa. She grabbed onto his forearm and dragged him with her. "Explain", she pinned him with her most brave stare.

"I want you to understand that appropriate security measures are being taken and no one will get to you or anyone in the family", his voice was heavy and dripping with valor. She felt blood rush to her face.

"I dont understand, just tell me",  she cried.

"My love.", he paused to grab her face and take a deep breath. "No need for you to worry or panic.", she groaned.

"There was a small fire or explosion in the B12 research centre, people are getting on discovering or predicting the cause", he was explaining. As she felt herself melting with relief in his face and practically falling onto him.

"Alright. We're melting now", he was observing her pretty closely. But she didn't seem like she needed any medical assistance.

"Oh dear lord. And here my brain literally thought of cancer and tumors and kingsman shite", she admitted.

"what I'm trying to say is. That we need to deal with this. A team has already started to take into consideration the possible causes and we have to wait and see which is accurate and lots of zoom calls.", he emphasized.

"Which means mini vacation is ceased for the moment", she offered.

"Yes. I'm afraid so", he agreed. "I was more than happy to deal with the situation on my own but they needed to speak with you too", he added.

"Cool", she shrugged feeling the muscles of his obliques tighten.

"So you're not upset", he piped.

"Ofcourse not", she lifted her head to look at his face directly. "Also I broke my no coffee streak so what I am I ever going to do with the energy", she winked. Shamelessly feeling his body and grinding up on him.

He reached for her lovely derrier and adjusted her In a more pleasurable position for the both of them. She hummed in satisfaction. As they took their time to make out.

His smart watch made a sound to let them know that first base and heavy petting was over. It was time to deal with business.

"Drew or Armando?", she asked as they both sat up. "Armando", he answered walking away to collect his phone from Celine their manager/PA who had  travelled with them on this trip.

"I'm gonna go shower", she pointed to the ceiling.

"Sure", he grumbled along with a few other words like cock Block and money and blue balls before switching into a professional demeter to speak on the phone.

"Hello, Celine", Tirza greeted as she grabbed her to go coffee cup from the table.

"Hello. Madam", she answered back. "We have excellent coffee here the same brand you prefer", Celine pointed to the cup in her hand.

"Oh yes I saw those. Thank you for being so kind and thoughtful", Tirza smiled.

"Can I take that for you?", she gestured to the empty cup. "And perhaps get Khalida to make you a new". She offered.

"None of that will be necessary. But I would like you to take an account of all the kids that our staff has and have happy meals sent to them and perhaps something for their parents too", Tirza informed and Celine was more that happy to comply.

"And Celine have you considered a checklist for the things that we may require tomorrow?", she began as they both walked up the stairs.

"Yes I've divided the list in accordance and I've taken the liberty to email them to you. In checklist form Ofcourse", she disclosed.

"Thank you Celine, perfectly executed", she praised entering the master bedroom for a quick shower.

"Alright. I understand that certain remains of the sodium salt required in the chemical analysis had clung to the fabric of the lab coat", Tirza agreed casting a quick glance at the clock on the desk. It was somewhere around 10. PM but still early in Italy. Oliver had popped by 15 minutes ago to let her know that he was going to be on a call with the family. Since his mother had received news about the incident from Drew.

"What we need to understand is that was the research material destroyed accidentally, it was merely preliminary results", Tirza argued.

"It could have been an attempt", a voice provoked.

Irked with the absurd theories regarding the fire.

She wished to Eat the cactus on the table rather than further agrue with these mindless pricks.

She still needed to talk on the phone with Joshua. Ask him about his day and the POA regarding the lab day he had missed.

Disclose the situation to Tina and tell her not to panic.

She rubbed at her temple. Almost filtering out the excessive arguments that broke out between the Director of research and one of the sponsors.

"Gentlemen, this is precisely why it was necessary to invest in an insurance policy. Their guy comes in tomorrow and sees how things go", she reminded everyone on the call. There was a small grumble.

"But what we should take into consideration is that was this preplaned or caused by human error", she reprimanded.

"If it was sabotaged the we will sue the doctor", the sponsor threatend.

"And if it is not then we must all remember that we as researchers have to consider human error and limitations, have we not set fire to things or perhaps broken a few test tubes", Tirza joked.

A small chuckle was heard.

"I once got some h2so4 on my lab journal, smaller than a drop but it burned through a few pages", she recalled.

"But this wasn't a mere lab journal, Mrs. Ward", he borderline scolded.

"It is Dr.Vincent for legal purposes not even my husband calls me that, you know better cousin," she corrected.

"Dr. K, be at ease and tell the student not to worry, this small incident has exposed to us a flaw within our safety control program and we will rectify this in the future", she assured.

"I will not bargain an important asset for price of a small controlled problem that we shouldn't even be talking about until the insurance guy doesn't construct a verdict", she was directly speaking to the sponsor who also happened to be Oliver's distant cousin on his father's side.

"Very well", he agreed.

Her eyes were aching as she saw Oliver walk into her office. With a peculiar look on his face.

He settled into the tiny chair staring at her not saying a word.

She quickly said goodbye as Celine walked in, after a quick chat with Celine. The couple bid her goodnight but there was much that needed to be done for the night.

With a moody Oliver still gawking at her. She took the time to pen a quick to do list for tomorrow.

"What?", she asked walking over to him, simply sitting in his lap.

"For legal purposes", he repeated.

"Yes. It is my title and qualification", she pointed out.

"And what does your husband call you?", he emphasized as the energy of the room shifted.

"Tirza", she joked. Getting up. Walking out into the massive lobby. He got on his heels.

"Where are you going?", he reached for her wrist. But she slipped through his grip.

"Kitchen for food", she giggled. Knowing that pretty soon she would pinned to the massive 8 foot mirror.

"Why so?", he tutted. Standing right behind her. Making her grin because he was predictable for moment.

She rested her heated face on the cool mirror surface trying to hide her grin as his right left settled settled around her neck. His wedding band on the rapidly beating vein on the right of her neck.

He flexed his grip once and  she giggled.

"I dont find it funny or cute when you deny my invitations for dinner", he grabbed her around her slim waist. She noticed that he was wearing his signet.

"I already said that I", she snapped.

He flexed his hand in warning. Cutting her mid sentence. Making her grin at the panther like vibe rolling off him.

"Had coffee?", he mocked. Looking at her in disbelief. " go ahead say it", he taunted making eye contact in the mirrors. Fingers angling her face up. Thumb flirting with the seam of her lip.

They both played this game well. Had perfected it over time. Became masters.

"I've had a coffee", she taunted as an echoing smack followed landing on her left buttcheek. That had place her palms on the mirror panes and rise to her toes.

Making eye contact she murmured.

"So be it husband",

He grinned back quintessentially predatory.

          ***** insert super hot smut*****

An hour or so later.

She stretched casually and contently on the deep sofa of the gaming room.

The lights were dimmed and she had fallen asleep in their post glow/cuddling/ after shower.

"What time is it?", she picked all her hair up and looked at the wet patch on the white faux fur of the headrest.

"Somewhere around 12", he murmured against her lips.

"Big Oof", she grinned falling back onto the fur.

"Mega Goof", he naturally completed.

"2 hours is a new record", he commented. Tracing a particular spot on her hip. An elysian smile hovering on his artistic lips.

"My arm is still twitching", she poked it once again.

"Hmm", he was mentally elsewhere.

"What did I say?", she questioned picking at the fine hair on his arm.

"That you want dinner?", he nuzzled her nose with his.

"Fine whatever,  she was now getting up and reached over for his robe.

"Where are my clothes?", she looked around.

He pointed to the door " outside". He stretched in a king like position on the sofa.

"Oomiii gawd!", she cried. Running out to retrieve her clothing.

She quickly poked her head  to glance at the hallway.

Which was clean and empty. Mortified she stared back at his smug face.

"Where are they?", she whisper yelled. Stretching her arm to her left.

"If you want round two just ask", he rolled his eyes getting up. Strolling towards her.

"Fuck you", she swore looking around for her clothes.

"Here I found your knickers", he flung the lacy material to her. She quickly caught it.

"Where are the rest?",

"Wash", he supplied as they walked down the stair into the kitchen.

The fridge was open and he pulled out a box containing a small salad.

"Eat because I your kind husband requested khalida to make this for you when you were sleeping", he spoke as he sipped on a bourbon coffee. "See how much I adore you." He most certainly over sugared it.

A weird doubt settled and she wished he would answer in negative.

"Khalida found the clothes right and put them in the wash?", she deduced.

"Maybe", he shrugged. She knew by now that the maybe was a definitely.

"What are you having?", she pointed with her fork chewing crunchy sweet lettuce.

"Decaffeinated coffee", he lied.

"With milk right?", she went back to eating.

No reply. No coffee lecture or horrified look.

Not the ideal conversationalist are we now. But it was indeed after 12.

"I'm gonna sleep", she mumbled climbing the stairs back up.

"I'll speak to Eric", he nodded.

"Kay", her voice echoed.

Popping into the laundry room to check out the dryer.

Her clothes were hung up in the fancy air dryer. The  cotton fabric dry and an indicator that it had been washed an hour ago.

"Dont overthink it", he yawned on her shoulder. "Its her job", he reminded her.

"Fine, now hold my finger", she agreed. He smiled.

As he linked his pinky with hers. Knowing that this was a small ritual she has been performing. She took a deep breath and began her silent prayer. Thanking the lord for her husband and everything else. Falling asleep with a thankful heart and in the arms of her beloved.

      *le morning*

He was on his second cup of coffee. He had woken up at an absurd hour as he was still adjusting. The 2 hour video conference had her drained along with the activities that followed. It was around 10 am and she was still passed out.

Oliver quietly sipped his espresso as he and Celine chatted with Tina over the phone and explained to her what had happened.

Tina made a lewd comment regarding her dumb fuk  of a sister when she had accidentally popped by earlier for work purposes. He casually smiled and promised to pass on the joke that she had made to her sister being passed out after being involved in vigorous exercise.

*wink wink*

It was precisely 11 am. When he was done with his workout. He had a small snack post workout. Went to his office to check on emails before he ignored the work for the rest of the day.

"You need to stop stealing my post it notes", she entered the office space as he crossed another thing off the list she had penned prior.

"Bellesima, bonjorno", he spoke with reverence. Bathing in her radiance.

"Bellesima, me later!",

"Why didn't you wake me up?", she inquired picking up the yellow paper frowning.

"Because you looked like the depiction of divinity sleeping", he offered holding his hands before him. Smiling.

"Omg. I was supposed to get my hair and nails done in time and now I have none" she settled in his lap. Thankful that his chair was massive and could house them both.

"You looked peaceful, like a troll that had never gotten sleep", he rolled his eyes.

"Wow, maturity suits you, I have to pick between nails and hair now", she debated holding his hands. He drew hearts, wrote his name on her hand as she decided.

"I'll just straighten my hair and wear the rings", she pointed to the drawer in his table that housed her wedding band and the engagement ring.

" you're agreeable, whenever you sleep past ten we should do that more often", he remarked.

"No its merely the results of my orgasmic after glows.", she grinned. Resting her hands on his shoulders she winked suggestively.

"Minx", he shook his head. Full on snogging her. Almost about to participate in office sex.

"Take glasses off. I have no self control", she cried.

Diving her hands in his hair.

"As much as I'd love to do that!, you need to give me 10 minutes", he broke free. She refused to let him go so he gently placed her on the stuffy chair on the left.

She stared back in disbelief. He took a moment to compose himself as he rearranged the contents of his table.

She still sat away sulking. Glaring.

He turned around and got the rings he needed from the drawer. He phone dinged. Making her narrow her eyes at him.

He smiled looking at the text and placed the ring box on her lap and walked out.

Strangely puzzled by his behaviour she found him taking to Celine outside who had arranged a stylist to do her hair. Eventually everyone got to work.

She toyed with the ring on her hand left hand and watched him walk into the room as she sat before the vanity. He didn't talk to her perhaps he too was nervous and needed time to ground himself. He changed his attire and left quietly. The stylist was trying to conceal her reaction to his existence.

But Tirza was more concerned about the lack of communication.

When her hair was straight and set. She got up to pick her phone to ring Tina around 11:20 only to hear him yelling her name. Startled. She ran, to the source of him voice. The coffee in her system making her crazy.

"Oliver!", she called back.

"Tesora", he answered back. She saw him at the bottom of the stairs. Practically bouncing with energy.

She almost stumbled down the stairs only for him to grab her wrist and start running.

She waved a quick hi to Khalida as she passed by her. Who was grining too.

They quickly passed by the indoor pool.

"What do you see?", he asked.

" a perfectly good pool", she guessed.

"But. Its empty", he pointed with his head. As he kissed her.

"Okay, but dont try to mess my hair up", she jumped with joy sliding the thin stap of her top. He stopped her by placing a kiss on the scar on her shoulder.

"Wait", and then they were running again.

They finally stopped outside a door.

"Close your eyes", he requested pulling out a piece of silk from his pocket.

"Kinky, now?", she pushed the hair away from her face. Closing her eyes.

She hear the door click, and he carried her in the room.

"I'm going to put you down now, you have to stand", he informed her.

She nodded.

"What do you hear", he whispered on her earlobe making her shiver.

She focused really hard and it was the sound of the water.

"Water, please tell me that you've cancelled the plans and shifted it to dinner because we are busy", she spoke realising what may take place now.

He just laughed.

"Ding ding", she cheared.

"Almost there", he traced her arm and they began walking again.

"Happy 7 month anniversary, darling", he slid the silk off. It was slightly static because of her hair. But the sight before her rendered her gobsmacked.

The outdoor pools she had seen three days ago. Now had Koi fishes fluttering in the water. There had to be 20 or more.

She was mesmerised. "They are beautiful", she praised. "Thank you so much",

He was walking into he small pool towards the fountain as he reached over and retrieved something.

"Something to commemorade", he said walking towards her.

"Your clothes", she giggled.