Chapter 83


    Jealousy I emptied my ss in two big gulps, cursing myself inwardly for even thinking of asking more


    questions about Lanfen. The sole fact that she was Aren’s first girlfriend and he had nightmares in which


    he called her name should be enough tobel her as a serious threat. Nheless, when he said that he


    was the one who proposed, it was a hard hit to take. It felt like a punch in the gut. I guessed that my


    mask had finally fallen off since Aren looked at me with sudden concern in his eyes while watching me


    refill my ss with wine. “Are you OK, sunshine?” he asked, touching my hand that held the ss.


    I sighed and shifted my eyes to him, “I wish I could say that I am OK, but no, I am not,” I said, irritation


    more than clear in the tone of my voice.


    He smirked. “Are you jealous, wife?”


    I red at him. “Of course I am!” I eximed. “You were her hero. You had a normal, loving rtionship


    thatsted four years, and you proposed to her without offering her a contract! Sure as hell I am jealous!”


    He burst intoughter.


    “That’s not funny,” I grunted, lowering my voice. “Well… I did it to myself. I shouldn’t have asked those


    questions. It was better to not know…”


    “Sunshine…” He ced his hand on my thigh, rubbing it gently. “I was different then. I was foolish and


    na?ve, and I didn’t know what I wanted from life.”


    I nced at him hesitantly, trying to read through his amused expression. “I wouldn’t make the same


    choices now,” he said confidently.


    “You mean that you wouldn’t propose to her…?” I muttered, not looking into his eyes. He leaned over me


    and kissed my neck. “She would never have be my girlfriend in the first ce.” I still pouted. “But


    you called her adorable…” He kissed my neck again, this time rougher, biting and sucking my skin. I


    gasped and leaned back to watch his eyes be darker. “Adorable doesn’t work for me anymore.” “Do


    you mean that I’m not adorable?” I teased. He kissed my lips and smirked. “You are more than that.” I


    blinked my eyes, yfully tangling a strand of my hair on my finger. “Tell me, what kind of a woman do


    you need?” He pulled me onto hisp, making me gasp. “I need a sexy woman who’ll make my dick


    throb each time I see her.” His eyes on me sent my heart into a wild race. I could feel him hardening


    beneath my thighs, and somehow that sensation alone dissolved my previous anxiety and envy. I sealed


    my lips, slightly scared of asking more questions. The air between us was dense


    already and the sexual tension went far beyond the limits. Nheless, the silence was equally as


    dangerous…


    “I will pour you more wine,” I said, reaching for the bottle.


    Fortunately, he didn’t protest. Instead, he watched my every move with his predatory eyes, searing my


    curves. “It’s my time to ask questions,” he said, his voice deep and seductive.


    I handed him his refilled ss and sat, putting distance between us. “Ask away.” I tried to sound


    confident, but my voice trembled at thest note. “Tell me something embarrassing.” He licked his lip,


    locking his eyes on me.


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    “W-what do you mean?” Iughed nervously, tugging my hair behind my ear. He leaned closer, smirking.


    “Something you haven’t told anyone. Tell me about your fantasies, or some dark and steamy secret of


    yours.”


    I squeezed my thighs, as my mind searched through the thoughts that I could consider to be either


    fantasy, dark, or steamy. I quickly realized that there was only one male lead ying in my mind, and that


    was Aren. My cheeks started to burn, and I tried to cool down that fire by adding more wine. As I drank


    another ss, I took a deep breath and shifted my eyes to my husband.


    “The night after we’ve met for the first time… I had a dream of you,” I said softly, my heart pounding


    against my chest. He bit his lip. “And what did I do in your dream?”


    A hysteric chuckle escaped my throat. “You manhandled me…” He raised his eyebrows, amused. “Do


    you like being manhandled?” “No!” I frowned. “But you liked it in that dream?” he teased.


    “I liked it… because it was you,” I whispered, feeling the heat of embarrassment flooding my entire body.


    A heartbeatter, he kissed me, hungrily iming my lips before slipping his tongue into my mouth. His


    lush strokes quickly turned into rough thrusts as he deepened his kiss. I tried to fight him for dominance,


    but I could only surrender as he sent a wave of pleasure right through me. I trusted him enough to submit


    when his hand grabbed the back of my head to position me the way he wanted. When he released me,


    my lips were already swollen and my whole body shivered, aching for more of him.


    “Was I like that in your dream?” he breathed against my ear.


    I clenched my thighs even more as I tried to recall my dream. I wasn’t sure if I could find the courage to


    tell him everything in detail, but I realized something else…


    “The reality with you is much more amazing than any erotic dream I’ve ever had,” I muttered, trying to


    avoid his zing gaze. He grabbed my chin and ced a soft kiss on my swollen lips. “What did you


    think when you first saw me?”


    “You certainly love me to boost your ego, don’t you?” I gave him a crooked smile.


    He snorted. “I know that I’m handsome, sunshine. I just want to know what you were thinking when I


    walked into that café?”


    I sighed, thinking that I might as well indulge his vanity by admitting the truth. “Well, I wanted to get close


    to you… I wanted you to hold me… I wanted you for unexinable reasons


    He leaned dangerously close, staring into my eyes as if he could read my mind. “You wanted me to fuck


    you.” A wicked smirk curved his lips.


    I swallowed, feeling the humidity rising in my lower parts. “I wouldn’t call it that specific. I couldn’t even


    name my reactions when I-”


    “Liar.”


    God… His voice sounded exactly like in my dream, and just like then, it made my sex dripping wet.


    I frowned at him, trying to fight against my arousal. “Yes. I wanted you to m me against the nearest


    wall and fuck me hard! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” He burst out intoughter before pulling me


    into his tight embrace and kissing my forehead.” Don’t be angry, sunshine. I just want you to stop


    pretending and tell me what you want.” He started leaving soft kisses on my cheeks, my jaw, and down


    my neck. “You can tell me what you want me to do. I want to be the only fantasy you will ever


    have…”


    I bit my lip as he reached to my cleavage, his lips moving down to my breasts. Yet, I knew that I was far


    too sore to submit to my desires. I pushed him away and cupped his cheeks with both hands. “It’s my


    turn to ask you questions,” I said demandingly. He grabbed one of my hands on his cheek and kissed my


    palm. “Whatever you say, sunshine.” I took a deep breath. “So… tell me what did you think of me when


    you first saw me?” He smirked and looked away. I locked my eyes on him, waiting for him to answer as


    my heart thundered.


    “I thought that I wanted to have you… I wanted to have you no matter what,” he said, his fiery gaze on


    me.


    I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. It might be hypocritical of me because I also admired his


    physicality at first, but my heart and hormones seemed to be in sync enough to be certain that emotions


    would always follow my desire, and I knew it didn’t work the same way for him.


    “I also thought,” he suddenly added, “that I was looking at the one woman that I wouldn’t mind spending


    the rest of my life with.”