Lonely Bride by Shikha A (electronic reader .TXT) 📖

CH-31

SARAH POV

Without saying anything I locked my lips with his.

We moved our lips with the sink. I pour all my emotions into this kiss. Holding his face I pull towards me coming on my tow.

Few tears dropped from my eyes after hearing him.

I always wanted someone whom I can call mine. And look at my bad luck, I always had one but I never knew about this.

His hands were circling me from my waist holding me protectively taking all my weight on him.

Damn heels aren’t helpful in front of his height. I thought in between the kiss and rolled my eyes.

After kissing each other hard we parted and I saw his solan lips. Looking at them I bit my lips to control my smile but felt the same on my lips as well. 

Gosh, sometimes we humans become animals I guess. Look at us the way we kissed each other. I thought.

His grey eyes were looking my blue as if reading my soul. 

“I don’t know how long I have been waiting for this.” He spoke joining our forehead with each other.

I stayed mum, suddenly I felt shy and a little embarrassed of my actions.

 

“You know you don’t have to be shy about anything. I am your husband and you have full right to me.” He muttered looking into my eyes and I am just gawking at him. 

 

“Do you want to eat something or are you planning to eat me?” He smirks at his cocky statements. 

 

“I guess you will be enough to stuff me,” I replied with the same cockiness. 

 

“Then what are you waiting for?” He smirked and my all confidence flew away out of the window.

My hormones are warning me to accept his request but my ego isn’t ready for the same.

 

“I guess Mr, Hudson will be a good dessert,” I said opening and closing his shirt button.

“Then laters baby.” He spoke nuzzling in my hair.

 

“Come let’s feed you something.” Saying he again dragged me towards the table and served all my favorite dishes on my plate. 

 

“You are not eating with me?” I asked, looking at one plate in his hand.

 

“Don’t worry about me. Now come.” Saying he again dragged me towards the table and settled me down on the chair after dragging his chair near mine. 

 

“Open” Keeping a fork of chicken casserole in front of my mouth.
I obliged by opening my mouth and ate the yummy casserole.

 

“Mmmmm” I moaned, closing my eyes the moment delicious flavors touched my tongue.
 Opening my eyes and saw him gulping his saliva. 

 

Oh, how stupid I am. Am eating all alone. I haven’t even asked him to eat a little with me. I thought.
Taking the fork from his hand I took some pasta and kept it in front of him and nodded to him to open his mouth.

He shakes his head in no.

 

"What? Food is mouthwatering you know? And I know you want to eat too.” I said, smirking.

 

"How come you know I want to eat?” He asked, arching his eyebrows.

 

"I saw you gulping your saliva,” I said, looking down smiling.

“So you thought my mouth was watering due to food?” He asked, looking quite surprised.

 

I looked here and there and said “What else could be the reason?” I said sarcastically.
“You.” He said taking the fork back from me.

 

“Me?” Your mouth was watering looking at me?” I laugh like a kid saying this.

 

“You have no idea how much I want to devour this food of mine.” He said poking my nose playfully and I flush at his statement.

 

“Now come on, eat.” He ordered and I obliged without any further argument.

No one has ordered me with so much love. So far I have been following my Dad’s order but Love was and concern wasn't in his dictionary I guess. He never showed me any affection. Sometimes I wonder, am I the reason for my mom’s death?? 

 

“Did you like the food?” I come out of my trans hearing his voice, Looking at him I nod in positively. 

Food is yummy but right now food is not important, for important is how thoughtfully he has /planned this date. I am noticing small-small things such as my favorite flowers, my favorite wine, my favorite food, and most importantly there is no crowd around. It's just us. 

“Why Sarah?” I asked about the yacht and he got my point before I explained. Maybe I'm expecting this question.

“This is my favorite yacht and very close to my heart. This I bought with my own hard-earned money. But when you came into my life I gave this yacht a name. My favorite name.” He spoke looking into my eyes. 
Lots of emotions are roaming in his eyes and I am trying to read every one by one.

“So you give my name to the yacht??” I asked in faked anger.

“Well, not only this yacht but many other things too.''He said, scratching his neck nervously.

 “As in?” I asked for my back to rest on the chair.

“ahmm as in my other companies.” He said taking back his hand and kept the fork on the plate.

“Which other companies?” I asked knitting my eyes. As far as I know, he has S.E SONS I thought.
                                                                              
“Have you heard of SSH International? He asked

“Yeah, it’s a new booming company. They are trying their hand in so many sectors. I don't know how they will manage my god.” I said keeping my hand on my chest.

“Yeah, that one.” He said.

“So what about that?” I asked. Sometimes that man is confusing.

“SH means Sarah Hudson International.” He said something like no big deal.

“Do you even know the worth of that company?” I am almost making fun of him.

“Of course baby I know the worth of each and everything I own.” He said looking into my eyes.

What he said I did not understand but I at least understood it had a double meaning. But I shrug it off.

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