Chapitre 12: I'm not your Slave!
I still sat on the bed wearing lingerie and a robe, while Richard sat relaxed on the couch with just his chest and smoked. It looks very sexy, especially since the hair is a bit messy, and the body is a bit sweaty. I kept daydreaming while looking at him, imagining what we'd done a few minutes ago...My attention was diverted to the blanket which had bloodstains on it, making me unable to stop remembering when he tried to calm me when he first entered me, sighed, kissed my whole body and called me with a special nickname, kissed me gently, it all felt like he loves me.
'This is like a dream,' I thought ambiguously, and I started thinking about what would happen in the future.
"food coming soon."
His baritone voice broke my thoughts. "Uh, okay...I'm going to the toilet first," I said, getting out of bed but suddenly when I was about to walk, my female area felt very hurt.
"Ugh..." I fell back on the bed and looked down pressing my thighs together.
"Why?"
Richard approached me, I turned to him, and his face showed concern. I looked down again, and put my hand in front of my very sore female area. Now the pain is gone but I'm afraid that if I get up and walk again I will be in pain again. It seems like something is torn in my female area, making me shudder to imagine what if I'm going to pee.
"What is it?" Richard asked again, he crouched in front of me.
"I'm in pain... I can't walk to the bathroom" I said softly.
"Okay, I'll take you..maybe you should take a warm bath too to relieve your pain," said Richard, straightening his body again and getting ready to carry me.
"But I'm hungry... There's no way I can soak before eating!"
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our attention was drawn to the door, my panic soon passed. "Maybe it's our food," I said.
"Okay..." Richard immediately walked towards the door and opened it. I shifted and switched positions stretched and covered the bottom of my body, then leaned on a pile of pillows.
My attention was diverted to Richard who approached me with a maid wearing a white uniform with a bow tie, pushing a table filled with various kinds of food and drinks. it made me immediately feel awkward because I looked so hot now, that I immediately pulled up my robe. I looked down and my eyes shifted to the safety lying on the floor, of course, I was afraid that the maid found the safety and finally she knew that Richard and I had just made love. This is so embarrassing for me!
"Thank you... per favore, prepare dell'acqua calda perché dopo questo vogliamo immergerci," said Richard, who apparently could speak Italian. I didn't know what that meant.
"si signore," said the waiter, hurrying away from the food table.
I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't finally see the safety on the floor, then Richard pushed the table closer to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, took a glass of an orange-colored drink-like cocktail, and gave it to me.
"You have to eat and drink quite a lot," he said.
"Um, thank you." I took the glass and started drinking little by little, tasted slightly sour and fizzy. I turned to glance at the food on the table that tempts my appetite, making me want to eat immediately. Italian food dish. the distinctive aroma comes from the tomato sauce and fragrant spices. There was fresh pasta topped with pesto sauce and parmesan cheese, topped with fresh, bright red tomato slices and chopped basil leaves. .next to it is a dish of spaghetti covered in bolognaise sauce and topped with beef and herbs, and Parmesan cheese.
On the other side of the table is a large plate of salad with fresh sliced tomatoes, delicious mozzarella cheese, basil leaves, and a splash of fresh olive oil, then there is Tiramisu and a bottle of wine, and an empty glass.
"I've never really tried Italian food before," I said.
"And you'll like it because it's not spicy," said Richard, picking up a small plate of something like spaghetti. He handed me the food then took my drink to put it back on the table.
I quickly ate, while Richard also ate beside me. I glance at him every occasionally, overcome with embarrassment and remembering the time he spoke to the waiter in Italian.
"What did you say to the maid?"
"I just want him to prepare warm water," Richard replied while enjoying his pasta. "We need to soak..."
"We?"
"Yeah, of course, we are."
I swallowed, imagining having to soak with Richard. Maybe he and I would both be naked, our bodies would get wet and touch each other in the warm water which would make us very comfortable. Ugh, no... I don't think this is something I'm comfortable with. I immediately trembled to imagine if he attacked me in the bath like in erotic films.
"Hey!"
Richard's voice startled me, I immediately looked back at my food. "Spaghetti is very tasty and not too spicy," I said, eating again with gusto.
"You don't like spicy?"
"I like it, but my stomach refuses," I said while eating.
"Then don't try to eat spicy. If you are sick, I don't want to bother taking you to the hospital," Richard said, causing me to immediately glance at him in horror. "There's nothing in the story about the master taking his slave for treatment," he continued, making me emotional and immediately stop eating. I put the plate into my lap.
"You say I'm a slave?"
Richard glanced at me, suddenly sneered, and ...
Cups ...
he kissed my lips in an instant, but I immediately wiped my lips in annoyance.
"You always take everything seriously," Richard said back to eating.
"But your joking sure demeans me….even though I'm your wife," I said disappointedly, suddenly remembering when Richard was abusive to his father. "And you shouldn't be arbitrary to me because I'm something precious to my family... .even my dad wants you to divorce me because he doesn't want me to suffer here whereas you also didn't keep your promise to him… You are so selfish!"
Richard put his food on the table and turned to look at me seriously. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I immediately covered my face, unable to meet his eyes.
"Hey ..." Richard grabbed my hand, I immediately looked at him and his eyes showed anger. "Tell me!"
"Richard..." I pulled my hand away. "You shouldn't have done this!"
"What?"
"I heard your conversation with my dad," I said annoyed, sad, and angry. I suddenly couldn't control myself, and the memory of dad's old face made me even more emotional. "I know he is also sad to let me go to you then suddenly you don't keep your promise..it's like you've crushed him even more When he's really in trouble... Imagine If you were in his position... imagine If you are in trouble then suddenly your child is taken by a man and will only be made miserable, then you also don't get pleasant treatment from that man. That would hurt you and I think that's how my dad felt! he doesn't want me to be your slave... I know he said that you should let me go if you don't help him in the end according to your promise... He loves me more than your money!"
"Oh, so you heard our conversation?" Richard smiled sarcastically.
"I know we need your help. But please don't be rude to him... he is your father-in-law after all, older than you!" I confirmed with my tears just dripping. "I was so sad to see you behave like that towards him, then now you also want to think of me as your slave. Exactly what did I do wrong... I don't understand!"
He was silent, turning his face away.
"You're not the only victim of my sister's actions, but me," I said, trying not to cry anymore...
I turned to stare out the window and said, "I'm also sad because, in the end, I have to lose my youth, what I have to do is have fun with my friends, focus on achieving my goals ... finally I also don't have the chance to give the first moment with the man who loves me, I have to be away from my parents, especially now that they are in trouble... This hurts... .and you're making this even more painful by calling me your slave. That is not fair! You're not the only one at a disadvantage in this unexpected marriage."
"and this kind of thing wouldn't have happened if that damn bitch hadn't promised me!" Richard said as he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
I sighed, wiping my tears. My gaze shifted to Richard who passed into the bathroom, I didn't expect him to still be selfish, not wanting to be blamed.
'Here, he and I are both victims of circumstances, he shouldn't be arbitrary to me, especially since I've surrendered myself to him... I feel like I'm worthless to him,' I thought sadly.
Cadeaux
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reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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