The woman he thought would be waiting for him, wearing a sexy nightdress was sleeping! Not only was she sleeping, she was wearing a PJ set!
David almost tasted blood, his chest heaving with annoyance. He glanced down at his waist, only to be met with his raging erection. He let out a deep shaky breath, fists clenched and jaw locked in a tight, angry line.
How could he go to sleep with his raging member? He'd end up with irritation and blue balls. No man wanted that. Not to mention, he wouldn't be able to sleep at all.
What would a dominant man do in this situation? Go to Linda, or force his way through?
He shook his head, going to Linda would mean he lost and she was right, but forcing his way through? He shook his head again—raping Anita was not an option.
David suddenly hissed, annoyance rolling off his body. What was he thinking about? She'd never rejected him before, even when she wasn't in the mood, so why was he standing here, thinking nonsense?
He took large steps forward, beads of water rolling down his hair, and onto his already dried skin. The water glittered under the lights.
David smiled as he stood beside the bed, watching her peacefully sleeping face, only now noticing that she looked a bit exhausted.
What had she been up to for the past week? He'd refused to see her after she played that stunt of pregnancy with him, and it had been a week ever since.
Perhaps, the stress of not having a child must be eating her up, he thought.
David turned off the lights, plummeting the room into darkness, then his hand reached for the bedside lamp and flicked the switch, producing a faint yellow glow that barely illuminated the dark room.
He strode towards the system, picked up a remote and turned on the music. A soft, quiet, slow, romantic tune filled the air, its gentle rhythm and soothing melody creating a peaceful ambiance that wrapped itself around David's frazzled nerves, but instead, boosted his desire.
Everything was perfect… ah, a drink.
He thought and reached for a bottle and two glasses of Intoxicating, energy boosting red wine. And returned to the bed.
Settling them on the bedside table, he quietly got into bed.
Anita felt the weight of the space beside her dip. She wasn't sleeping, she knew what he was up to.
Before she found out about his betrayal, she loved moments like this, where he'd reach out from behind, pull her closer like he was doing right now, feeling his length pressing against her backside… But now, Anita felt disgusted.
She subtly moved away, turning on her stomach, her eyes opening ever so slowly, gazing into the darkness before her.
"Nita," he whispered, moving closer as he threw his arm around her waist, trying to turn her around.
But she wouldn't budge.
"Nita, don't tell me you're sleeping so soon," annoyance laced his voice as he tried once more to turn her around. This time, he succeeded, and their gaze met under the dim light, but what he saw chilled his heart to the core.
Anita's expression was bland, devoid of any emotions. Her eyes, once bright and full of warmth for him, now seemed empty and cold, piercing through David like a dagger.
The chill in her gaze made him shiver, and for a moment, he was taken aback, unsure of how to react. "Anita?" he whispered, his voice trembling slightly, but she didn't respond, her expression remaining frozen, a mask of indifference that hid the turmoil brewing beneath.
Had she realized his infidelity? Or had she found out he'd frozen her capital reserve account for businesses and investment and prevented her from knowing about it?
Which one, what was she angry about? The fact that he'd secretly double-crossed her and sealed every way possible for her to rise above him again, or the fact that he was in league with people planning to unseat her father...?
David's pulse quickened as he waited for her to speak. She mustn't find out anything just yet. He still had a few more things to do.
Anita must submit to him, even if it means breaking her.
"Where is your… Muse?" she suddenly asked, catching him off guard.
"M– muse?... You mean Linda?"
Anita's gaze didn't waver, her eyes boring into David's like icy drills. She didn't know what he'd been thinking, but she could tell he was under pressure. But she was not ready to pop the ballon yet. "Yes, her."
"She returned home, why?" He didn't understand why she was asking about Linda. Did she see anything…like what happened earlier in the living room?
He shook his head, she couldn't have known that. His eyes were fixed on the kitchen door the whole time.
The errotic scene replayed in his mind as his member throbbed once more. 'Linda, that bitch...!' he cursed in his mind.
"How could you send her back at this time of the night? She's a woman, what if something happen to her?"
David was stunned, his mouth agape. That was it? She was concerned about Linda's safety? He couldn't believe it. He had been preparing for accusations, for anger, for tears... but not this. Not concern for the woman he had been having an affair with.
David's mind reeled as he tried to process Anita's question. Was she really that oblivious? Or was she playing a game, pretending not to know what was really going on? He hesitated, unsure of how to respond, as Anita's eyes continued to bore into his, searching for answers.
"This is our matrimonial home, Nita, no outsiders are allowed in. That's why you didn't hire in-maids, remember?" he asked innocently, inching forward to press his throbbing erection on her, to remind her that he longed for her, he wanted her body.
But Anita's expression didn't change. She pretended to be oblivious to his struggles. "I remember," she said, her words dripping with a quiet intensity. "I also remember the promises we made to each other, the vows we took on the altar. But it seems some promises are more important than others, aren't they, David?"
David stiffened, what was she talking about? Why was she putting him on edge? If she knew something, why wasn't she saying it already?!
He passed a hand through his damp hair, feeling frustration building up inside him. "What are you talking about now, Nita?"