A Royal Pain

Chapter 10 - The Dream

Christopher's POV

My jaw almost drops when Sophia leaves her bedroom dressed in a tight, figure hugging red dress with a high thigh slit. 

My jaw involuntarily tightens as she strolls past me as if I was non-existent and opens the refrigerator as if nothing was going on. As if she wasn't going out to have s*x with God knows whom. 

What's wrong with me? I don't even care about her! At least I thought I didn't. But ever since this engagement happened I wasn't able to keep her out of my head. It must be my damned control obsession. I can't have her, so I want her. I want to control her. God damn it. I need therapy. 

"What's yours is mine?" she lifts her eyebrows curiously, clutching a bottle of vitamin water in her hands, leaned over the bottom shelf.

Fuck, her full lips accentuated with that burgundy lipstick sure awaken my tenant below. 

"Sure, babe," I play it cool and disinterested, discretely covering my groins.

"Awesome, babez," she chuckles mocking me, "If I knew marrying you was my key to free drinks, I would've suggested it to your father ages ago," she opens the bottle, then gulps it down.

But when she's done, I'm already standing behind her and she gets startled.

I love seeing her that way. It makes me feel in control.

I decide to take it a bit further. I know it might be inappropriate, but I can't really resist it. 

I take one step closer, grazing her body with mine as I casually open the fridge and take out a can of beer.

Then I open it with my mouth, and tilt the bottle, still looking at her.

I swallow the sip loudly, staring her right in the eye, then press my lips. "You and I are gonna be in lots of trouble if we keep behaving this way..."

Her lips part just a tad, without her noticing, as she brings her eyebrows together. "Whatever do you mean?"

I clench my jaw, bringing my hand up to her face, grazing her chin. "I mean you can't expect me to let my wife walk out this door without me looking this way."

But she isn't having it.

She twists her lips in irritation, shaking my hand away, then walks out of the kitchen corner. "You're full of it and I ain't buying your s**t," she grabs her purse and walks to the door, then decides to throw one last punch. "Make sure whoever comes in here is gone by 11," she looks me up and down in a judgmental manner. "I want to have some sleep."

And then she's out.

I  gulp the rest of my beer, then crumble the can within my fist.

This is annoying me. Her leaving. And it annoys me even more that I find it annoying.

Fuck! I throw the can inside the bin and go to grab my phone.

I open the contacts.

"Okay... Who are we calling today?" I scroll down my phonebook filled with girl names.

Tatiana... Kim... Leah... Natasha... Brittany... 

To be quite honest with myself, I'm not in the mood for any of them. But I need to let some steam off. 

So I decide to call the best one to do just that.

I dial.

"Chriiis?" Natasha replies with a sexy Russian accent. "I've been missing you, babyyy..." She always sounds excited and in a good mood. Not so frustrated like Sophia. 

"I've been missing you, too," I say with a smirk. "Free to join me tonight?"

"Uhm," she hesitates for a second, "I'm out of town tonight, but I can make it tomorrow night," she ends on a happy note.

I exhale quietly, pressing my lips in dissatisfaction. "Sure," I lie to get rid of her. "I'll talk to you tomorrow then, gotta go now."

"Okaaay, don't be angry, baby," she chuckles. "You know you're my number one."

I force a chuckle. "I could never be angry with you, Tasha. Enjoy your night," and then I quickly hang up. 

It takes me a few minutes to decide whether I'm even gonna call another girl, but then I decide I'm better off to chill with a massage. 

"Concierge," the receptionist replies. "How may I help you, Sir?"

"Please send a masseuse up...." I hesitate for a moment until I remember her name. "Gigi," I add. "As soon as possible."

"Straight away, Sir."

I hang up and go lie at my massage table. 

By the time the elevator dings, I'm tense as a slingshot. 

"Hellooo, your Highness," she sings as soon as she enters. 

"Hi, Gigi," I speak without lifting my head.

"How are you doooing today, Siiir?" she speaks with a happy Asian accent, seemingly singing the entire time. It's super cute. 

"Not so great, Gigi. What about you?" I ask in my boring mood, just trying to keep up the good manners.

"Ahh, I'm here to fix that, Sir," I already hear her rubbing her palms with oil. "What are we doing today, the Thai massage?"

I think for a moment. "Anything," I say then. "Just do it rough."

"Ahh," she laughs. "Alright, Sir. We'll get you rid of all that tension..."

And then the massage begins. It takes me a few minutes to relax, but sometime soon after... I fall asleep.

I'm in the dream land and there is no other than her, invading even my usually happy, peaceful place.

She's wearing her red dress, swaying her hips as she dances for me on the kitchen counter...

She kneels down and lowers one of her thin suspenders, slowly revealing her perky, full breasts. Ugh, her n*****s look like heaven and all I wanna do is taste them. 

So I grab her waist and  pull her down from the counter, then push her against the wall, squeezing her breast, then sucking her n****e until she groans with pleasure.

"Yes...Chris..." she moans, her lips spread apart, begging for my kisses. "f**k me..." she begs. 

I lift up her dress and graze my hand roughly up her thigh, finding her panties... Then I realize she isn't wearing any. 

It turns me on and I press my manhood against her body, biting her lips. She rubs against me, moaning my name....

"Chris..."

"Chris..."

"Chris!"

I'm awakened by stirring.

Fuck.  

"What are you doing?" Sophia chuckles, laying a hand over my naked back. "Wouldn't you feel more comfortable sleeping in your bed?"

I tighten my jaw, leaning against my elbows - unwilling to turn because of my erection. 

I look back at her. "When did you come back?"

She lifts a shoulder. "Just now."

I feel tense again. "What time is it?"

She throws a glance at her watch and I notice her lipstick is gone as she replies. "Half past midnight," she says, but it sounds like a question. "Were you here the entire time?"

What do you care? I bitterly think.

Then it occurs to me... Maybe she does.

I turn around, letting my towel slip on purpose and her eyes meet my erection in shock. 

"Chris!" she yells innocently, covering it up with a towel, thinking it fell by accident. "You're naked," she declares, thinking I'm still sleepy.

Then she sees my smirk.

And her face changes back to irritated.

"Oh," she says meaningfully. "No," she shakes her head. "I did my part," she shrugs standing up. "You have a good night now, wherever you choose."

She turns back just in time to correct herself. "Besides my bedroom."

I watch her wide hips sway to her bedroom and I swear there's currently nothing else I'd rather do, than rip that satin dress in two pieces and stick myself inside her until she shakes with orgasms.

But I won't give her that pleasure. Not after she's been with another.

But she'll see.

Soon enough.