MARRIED

Chapter Two

Liana's POV

I woke up feeling some comforting tightness enveloping me. Blinking away the remnants of sleep,I tried to remember where I was. Memories of yesterday flooded back, bringing a smile to my face. Turning, I came face to face with the love of my life. Held tightly in his arms, I felt secure, cherished, and a sense of belonging washed over me. His presence was my sanctuary, and I couldn't help but smile wider, knowing he cares for me deeply. He is the first to care about me and he is the first that had truly noticed me. To him, his gestures may have seemed ordinary, but to me, they meant the world. I mean, come on, he cooked for me on my birthday! He made me feel genuinely special, and there's no one else I'd rather give my virginity to. I'm convinced he's the one for me.

Taking care not to disturb him, I gingerly slipped out of his arms, replacing myself with a pillow before hurrying to the washroom to relieve myself. The urgency was overwhelming; it felt like I might burst at any moment. It wasn't until I was returning to the room that I noticed how sore I was. This guy definitely knows how to leave an impression. Damn, I could barely walk normally. It felt as if a giant cucumber had penetrated me. I blushed remembering how good it felt having him in me. I must admit it hurt at first but the pleasure that came with it was worth all the pain. I stood at the entrance of his washroom, leaning against the door frame, watching him sleep. He looked so innocent, yet I knew better. He was like a mischievous little boy, a very naughty little boy who could work wonders on me.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me all day or give me a kiss?" he teased, his voice surprising me since I had no clue he was awake.

"Damn, you nearly gave me a heart attack," I exclaimed, startled.

He chuckled, beckoning me to come closer. "Why are you up? It's still early. I don't like the idea of not having you in my arms."

"I went to use the washroom. You wouldn't want me to urinate in your bed, would you?"

"I wouldn't mind. It's not that different from c*m," he joked with a wink.

"Ewww, you're gross," I retorted, giggling as I threw a pillow at him.

Failing to catch the pillow, it bumped against his head, making me burst into laughter causing him to feign a stern expression.

"You're going to be punished for this," he declared, advancing toward me with purpose.

I attempted to flee, but it was futile; he swiftly scooped me up onto his shoulder before throwing me onto the bed. With a mischievous grin, he lifted his T-shirt I was wearing, exposing my ass. Confusion clouded my mind until I felt the sharp sting of his hand making contact with my skin. I winced in pain, which only seemed to fuel his pleasure. He delivered another smack, this time even harder than the first. The area where his hand landed burned, but strangely, amidst the discomfort, there was an undeniable pleasure. With each subsequent smack, the pain lessened while the pleasure intensified.

"Now I think you've learned your lesson. But there's one more you need to learn," he remarked.

"Which is?" I asked, feeling a twinge of disappointment that he had ceased smacking me.

Without any warning he turned me over entering me, forcing his full length in. It wasn't as difficult as before because I have become used to him.

"You are mine and no one else." His eyes were dangerously filled with lust as it assumed a darker shade.

He picked up his pace making sure that I felt every inch of him. It was painful yet so erotic and fulfilling.I trembled as we reached c****x together, his whispered words of desire sending shivers down my spine and intensifying the power of my o****m.

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"Where have you been, Lia? Miss Rose has been asking for you since yesterday," my coworker, Gladys informed me. She doubles as my best friend.

"What does she want? I hope I'm not in trouble," I replied nervously.

"I pray not," she muttered and with that, I made my way to Rose's office that was adjacent to the kitchen. After knocking, I entered when I heard her inviting me in.

"Oh, look who finally decided to show up for work," she remarked as I entered the room.

"I'm sorry, Rose. I wasn't feeling well," I explained.

"I'm not the one you need to explain to. Caroline wants to see you in her office," she replied almost disdainfully.

"Why her? What have I done?" I asked, feeling a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach.

"I don't know, but she asked to see you. Maybe because you are sleeping with her man," she speculated and then chuckled.

"Pardon me? I'm not sleeping with anyone, and if you're referring to Pharrell, he's my boyfriend and my man. He does not have any other woman. He told me so himself," I retorted defensively.

"And you believed him?" She questioned skeptically.

"Why shouldn't I? Is there any reason why I shouldn't?" I countered, feeling defensive.

"Lia, Lia, Lia, you're so naive, and that's not healthy for you," she replied with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, madam, but I prefer to keep my relationship life private if you don't mind," I responded as politely as I could.

"Oh, no, I don't mind. Don't tell me I didn't warn you,"she said with a shake of her head.

"Thank you, but I don't need your warning." I was getting frustrated and humiliated by her utterances and it was evident in my voice.

Leaving her office, I couldn't shake the feeling of indignation. I don't understand the kind of person she is. Always quick to judge others without addressing her own issues. As the head of this cafeteria, I give her the respect she deserves, but I won't allow her to meddle in my private matters.

I ran into Gladys when I opened the door. She appeared to be eavesdropping on us but our voices were not even low so anyone could have heard what were were talking about.

"Don't mind her, Lia. You know how she can be sometimes. She always believes she's right about everything. I can see how happy you are with this man, so take my advice and never let go of him. I'm sure she's just jealous of you," she reassured me.

I nodded, offering her a grateful smile. "I have to go and see what Miss Caroline wants," I said, feeling a bit anxious.

"Isn't it too early? I'm sure she wouldn't be in her office this early," she pointed out.

"I... I don't know, but I have to try," I stammered uncertainly.

"How about you see her when you send her meal to her? That way, you'll be more prepared for whatever she wants to say," she suggested.

"That isn't a bad idea. You are the Best Gladys."

"You know you can always count on me. Now here, take this and help me out with the tables," she said handing me a rug.

Pharrell's POV

"I miss you too, darling, but I've been busy," I explained over the phone.

"Too busy to call your wife? What's going on with you, babe?" Her voice was filled with concern as she spoke.

"Nothing, just stressed over this business deal I'm trying to close. It's been over two months, and I'm struggling to convince the stakeholders that we deserve this contract."

"Oh! I didn't know you were having such difficulties. I'm sorry, babe, for nagging. Now I feel bad for adding to your stress," she replied, her tone softening with remorse.

"Whatever. Hope you're taking good care of yourself?" I asked, trying to shift the focus away from me.

"I have, but things haven't been the same since you left. I can barely eat."

"Come on, honey, I go on business trips almost all the time. So why are you exaggerating with this one?"

"I know you go on business trips, but not for as long as this one. And you hardly call me, which makes me sick".

"There we go again. I thought I explained that to you. You're just being unreasonable," I snapped, irritation creeping into my voice.

"Hey, I'm sorry. No need to be pissed"

"I've got to go. Speak with you later," I said abruptly, hanging up before she could respond.

"Hey b***h! it's time for you to go. I am heading out."

I roughly shook the blonde woman who had made herself comfortable on my bed. I was eager to get rid of her before she got any wrong ideas.

"Here, take your money," I said tersely, gesturing as I threw a pile of twenty-dollar bills at her. "I don't want to see you here when I get back from the washroom."

"Easy, man, I'll leave. I got what I wanted, so no need to be a jerk," she muttered, eyeing the money the whole time.

Gold digger! I shook my head at the thought of how women can degrade themselves for money. Their foolishness is a jackpot for me because I have the money so I get what I want.

That thought reminded me to call Lia. Reaching for my phone, I dialed her number.

"Hey, babe," she answered, not sounding too excited on the second ring.

"Hi, love. I'm missing you already," I said, trying to sound affectionate.

"No need for that. I'm almost home."

"What did you say?"

"I said I'm almost at your apartment. I'm in the elevator," she clarified.

"O-o-okay," I stammered nervously, forgetting to end the call as I raced to my room at the same moment the front door opened. Oh, s**t! Where is the w***e?

"Oh no, no, no! Lia can't see her. But where is she?" I muttered to myself in a panic. "s**t, where are you?" I raced to the living room in just my shorts, coming face to face with Lia.

"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going, babe?" she asked, looking surprised.

I scanned the room for any trace of the prostitute.I sighed heavily when she wasn't anywhere in sight. But where could she have gone so fast?

"Nowhere, just came to welcome you. God knows how much I've missed you," I said, trying to cover my tracks.

"Aww, I've missed you too," she replied, smiling warmly.

"Really? Care to show me how much you have missed me?" I asked flirtatiously engulfing my hands around her waist.

"Sure daddy."

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"That was mind-blowing, babe. You're making me see stars in broad daylight. I can never get enough of you," I exclaimed, feeling elated.

"I'm happy I make you feel the same way you make me feel," Lia responded, her eyes filled with affection.

"I want every piece of you, Pharrell," she declared.

"Well, you have all of me. And I would love to marry you someday."

"Really? Why not now?" she asked eagerly, surprising me with her boldness.

"We can marry right now if you want to, but I know you want it to be special so we can take our time, enjoy each other, and have fun."

"I knew she was lying." she murmured but I heard her.

"Pardon?"

"I knew Caroline was lying." She spoke louder this time.

"Oh that jealous b***h? What did she say to you?"

"She said a whole lot of horrible stuff to me. Then she fired me for no apparent reason." She explained bitterly.

"Why would she do that?"

"I don't know. Probably because I didn't take heed of her advice to let go of you."

"Don't bother yourself over that arrogant jealous b***h. I will establish your own business. How about enrolling in adult classes to improve your reading and writing skills?" I suggested.

"I've always wanted to do that, but the costs have always deterred me."

"No need to worry about fees now. It's all on me. "