บท 26: Little tweet
As I entered my apartment, a musty atmosphere engulfed me, accompanied by a layer of dust and dirt. Instantly, regret washed over me, realizing my disdain for cleaning. I couldn't bear the thought of staying in such a cluttered space.
With a sigh, I plopped my bag onto the worn-out couch, determined to tackle the mess that awaited me. I hurriedly flung open the windows, craving a breath of fresh air to rejuvenate the stagnant atmosphere. Armed with a trusty broom, I embarked on my cleaning mission, ready to banish the dust and restore a sense of tranquility to my humble abode.
After an hour of cleaning, the sky had turned dark. There was no way I'm going back to Benjamin's villa. One reason: I couldn't stand his stupid face. But the other reason, I missed my cozy little apartment where I felt truly comfortable.
I plopped onto my couch, unbuttoning my blouse. I was sweaty and didn't have an air conditioner, so the air in my house wasn't that great, only relying on a fan. It was a bit of a struggle!
As I switched on the television, searching for a movie to pass the time, I stumbled upon a heart-wrenching scene. A girl with tears streaming down her face, cried out a name with such anguish, "Gerald!" It was a moment that captivated my attention, stirring my emotions.
Intrigued by the scene, I couldn't resist putting the remote down to fully immerse myself in the movie. It had been ages since I had watched such a captivating film. I settled in, ready to enjoy every moment of it.
The scenes unfolded, filled with passionate kisses and romantic moments shared between the characters. But then, unexpectedly, Gerald met his untimely demise. It truly touched me, as I never saw that twist coming. How could they experience such beautiful moments and yet be denied a happy ending? Well, such is life. It has its own way of weaving stories that sometimes leave us longing for more.
As I was preparing to indulge in another movie, the sound of my door creaking open caught my attention. In that fleeting moment, a surge of fear gripped me. Thoughts raced through my mind, imagining it could be those notorious individuals who invade homes, especially in this area notorious for thieves and ex-convicts.
But to my surprise, it was Benjamin who entered, his gaze piercing like cold daggers. I couldn't help but grumble under my breath, realizing that I had forgotten to lock the door. How did he even know I was here?
He closed the door behind him, his footsteps echoing in the room as he walked in with a deliberate pace. Still dressed in his formal suit, it was evident that he had just finished a long day at work.
He abruptly stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed upon me as he approached the couch where I had been seated. With a sense of urgency, he uttered the words, "Let's go home, you shouldn't be here."
I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief before retorting, "This is my home, and I'm not going anywhere." Meeting his intense gaze with my own icy stare, I was prepared to match his tough guy act. It seemed we were both ready for a battle of wills.
"Did you forget you're married now, you little tweet?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his patronizing tone. "That doesn't make me a prisoner, does it? I can choose where to go and what to do, hus-band," I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I emphasized the last word. I refused to let his attempts to control me go unchallenged. It was time to assert my independence and stand up for myself.
"Okay then"
I stared at him, my confusion evident on my face. I had expected him to put up a fight, to argue back, but instead, he said only two words. Why was he acting this way?
I observed him as he slowly moved around my humble abode, his eyes scanning the small space. He let out a thoughtful "hmm," and I couldn't quite decipher if it was a sign of approval or something else entirely.
I couldn't tear my eyes away as he slowly shed his suit and then his shirt, revealing a physique that was nothing short of captivating. His gaze locked with mine, and for a moment, my mind was thrown into disarray. This man, undressing before me, had an irresistible allure that left me spellbound, lost in the depths of his mesmerizing face.
My jaw dropped as I snapped back to reality. His shirt was gone, unveiling a set of muscles that took me by surprise. I had never imagined him to be this fit. From the suits and robes he usually wore, he appeared normal. But now, he resembled those superhumans we see in movies. It was as if he possessed a hidden strength that had been unleashed before my very eyes.
I cleared my throat, trying to steady my voice, before finally mustering the courage to ask, "What are you doing?"
A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he responded, his voice deep and alluring, "I'm about to go have a shower. Care to join?" His words had a magnetic pull, drawing me in with their enticing tone.
I cleared my throat once more, feeling the beads of sweat trickling down my face, as the tension in the air thickened. "You can't stay here, Ben," I said firmly, my voice laced with a mix of concern.
"Last time I checked, you're Mrs. Ben. And I can't stay without Mrs. Ben," he said, clicking his tongue in a teasing manner. "You might want to button your shirt up, dear wife. You've been revealing a lot tonight." A mischievous smile played on his lips as he turned and walked away, disappearing into the narrow hallway that led to my bedroom.
I glanced down at my chest, realizing that I hadn't buttoned up earlier. Letting out a huff, I quickly rectified the situation, fastening the buttons of my shirt.
I couldn't help but wonder how he'd handle my tiny bathroom and the broken shower. How on earth would he manage? The thought consumed me, propelling me to rush back to the bedroom and share my concerns with him.
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