When I woke up the next day, I was so embarrassed that I stayed in the bathroom and was unwilling to go out. What I did last night was simply unimaginable.
To make matters worse, everything I had done last night would appear vividly in my mind whenever I closed my eyes. The man who’s responsible for this is despicable! Yet, that man is my beloved husband. Argh!
“Hmph!” I stomped my feet on the ground in frustration. The only thing I wished for at the moment was to blot out those memories from my mind.
A few moments later, I heard a few knocks on the door as well as Christopher’s mischievous laughter coming from the outside. “You’ve been in the bathroom for an hour now. Are you stuck? Need any help?”
“You b*stard!” I roared, covering my face, unwilling to turn around.
“Well, don’t girls like bad boys? Besides, I thought you thoroughly enjoyed our intimate session last night. Come on. We’re a married couple. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Even without seeing his face, I could already imagine how annoying he looked when he spoke in such a teasing tone.
When Christopher mentioned the word “embarrassed,” I went berserk and dashed over to open the door. Looking at the rascally smirk on his face, I pounced on him and hit his chest.
“You shameless jerk! How could you do that to me when I was drunk? I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Christopher was not upset when I hit him. He held me in his arms and allowed me to vent my anger on him.
Consequent to that beating, I panted in exhaustion. Conversely, Christopher acted like nothing had happened and grabbed my hand. “Let’s have something to eat. You can hit me all you want once you regain your energy.”
“No! I don’t want to eat anything!” I refused to eat breakfast and remained seated on the couch. Without any complaints, Christopher brought the food over and fed me. He was like the perfect husband a woman longed for at that moment.
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