CEO’s REDEMPTION

A BAD JOKE

As usual, we lean in to kiss goodbye to each other as Jerol leaves for the office. It’s our routine, just like we do every time we are retiring to bed. Actually, kissing has become a fundamental facet of all the times we are together, and making love has been our daily dose. We can’t live without it. We are at the cliff of it. I even feel like pushing him to this bed right now for the second time this morning for a quickie before he leaves.

My goodness! These yearnings are hiking way too high. I can’t curb the urge nor mask it, and neither can he.

For the last couple of days, we have lived like a real couple – free with others like we are bound by true love and not just a contract. Actually, it is the first time I am remembering that damn shit of paper after so long. He forbade me to talk about it, and I obeyed, like his sweet obedient wife.

For these few days, I feel like I really just had a life. I feel like I really lived. All the pleasure we have had together has filled up my archive of memories. I have lived in the beauty of life, and I can’t just have enough of it. This is bliss – pure bliss. And I am trapped in this bliss!

“I can spare some minutes to make my wife happy if she wishes.” He states, reaching for my lips, but I playfully evade him, earning a chuckle from him.

“What?” I ask.

“I know what you want when you ogle me like that, love. Missing me already?”Aah. I see. I forgot to also say that he now reads me like a book. He can tell when I am worried, or happy, and even horny.

“I know you are missing my cock.”

Ooh yeah, and these are the times that he teases the fuck out of me. He knows how horny I get even just by hearing him go all dirty on me like this. Gosh! Fucking Yes, I freaking miss that gorgeous tool of his even though I was riding it barely an hour ago. The things he has taught me, though!

“I won’t repudiate that, because I also perceive that your beast is bouncing with ecstasy to the inkling of having me sprawled beneath you once again, but Mr CEO, your empire is waiting for you. You need to go, please?” I say, faking a suppliant look.

If only it were up to me, I would give the world to spend the whole day with him in this room. It doesn’t matter what we do. Just feeling his presence beside me is even enough. That’s heaven for me. But he has other crucial obligations. I can’t afford to distract him.

“But my wife is much more important than anything else. You are my most precious thing, Tessa.” He whimpers, caressing my nose with his.

Ahem!

Sweet, right?

I don’t want to drive my mind through the reality road, so I opt to smile at his sweet hoax, or truth, or whatever it is.

I pull my face away, looking into his intoxicating eyes.

“Thank you, husbae, but I am not going anywhere. I will be waiting on this bed when you return. Now, I order you to go and take care of your empire.” I say.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me, love?” He implores, sounding bored.

I kinda feel lazy of late for no reason. As the days go by, I become more lazy. Maybe because of our uncertain future. Until now, I still think that he shouldn’t have made me part of the board. It wasn’t at all necessary.

“Not today.” I respond.

“Tomorrow then? Don’t forget you are part of this company now. Your presence is important to me and the company.” He explains, tickling my cheeks with his fingers.

“Okay. Tomorrow, love.” I respond, though unsure.

“Okay. Have a good day, baby. Make sure you eat well, okay?” He says.

He always reminds me about almost everything. Makes me wonder who should worry about who?Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“I will. Take care out there, and come home early, okay?” I reach for his lips for a small kiss.

“Okay.” He says after we pull away.

“I’ll take that.” I stop him from grabbing his bag, and I do it for him. “I’ll see you out.” I add, and he grins broadly. “What’s with that cute smile, huh?” I implore as we head outside, his hand caging my waist as we descend the stairs.

“You are just awesome. I love you so much.” He says, struggling to pin his lips on my cheek, not even minding the countless eyes of the servants loitering around. It’s not like he cared, and me, well, I don’t care too.

We say our final goodbyes outside, and he settles at the back of the car after another kiss. I hand him the bag, and step aside as the engine starts, our eyes locking. He waves me goodbye, and I wave back as the vehicle drives out of the gate.

As I stroll inside, I feel nothing but emptiness in my heart. I always feel like these chasms whenever he leaves even though I know I will see him in the evening. It’s…

“Ma’am? What should I prepare for lunch?” The voice of Terry halts my lazy self in my tracks. She is the most competent among the other lazyasses.

“Umh. Nothing. I don’t know. I still feel too full. I will let you know when I feel hungry.” I respond, starting my way up again, but she speaks once again.

“But ma’am, sir Jerol’s instructions are that we should make sure you eat proper meals and on time.” She affirms.

Okay, so? I just don’t feel angry. Should I force myself to eat? Is it a punishment or what?

“I didn’t say I won’t eat, Terry. I only said I will tell you what to prepare for me when I feel hungry.” I explain calmly. “But…” I think for a second, some idea stirring my intestines, “you can prepare some liver for me for now. With lots of garlic and pepper.” I respond with glee.

Now that is making me drool already. Gosh! And I said I was in no mood for food. Well, this has become my favourite dish for days now.

“Again, ma’am?” She implores, using a tone that summons some bitchy side of me.

“What again, Terry?” I query, feeling a bit angry.

“You have eaten liver for more than five times in a week now, ma’am.”I stare at her, bewildered.

“And so?” I fire.

What exactly is wrong with that? What if I eat it ten times a week? Will that become another wonder of the world? Well, hello, we drink tea daily, right? Mental eyes roll!

“Sorry. There is nothing wrong with it ma’am. I’ll prepare it. Do you also want me to prepare the usual mango juice?” She asks, earning a small grin from me.

Now she is really putting her brain into use other than being a… not!

“Yes. Make it quick. I think you’ve triggered my hunger with that combo.” I respond.

“Okay. Right away, ma’am.” She says, turning to leave, wearing a smirk that confuses me a little as I start on the stairs.

Getting to our room, I throw myself on the bed. Jeez! Why do I feel so lazy? I have always been athletic and active. But this past few days, my! I am a ridiculously lazy ass! Is my worry about partying ways with Jerol doing this to me? Damn!

About an hour later, the door opens after a slight knock that I didn’t feel like responding to. The mouth-watering aroma of my liver summons my energy. I jerk myself up, almost salivating as I saunter to the table where Terry is setting the food for me.

I grab the spoon before she can even place it on the plate of liver, and scoop the liver, taking it to my mouth, almost burning my mouth. My! I breathe out through my mouth to blow the steam, and resume chewing my luscious meal.

Mmh! She is simply the best. She makes it just the way I like it. I continue digging and chewing and swallowing, taking sips of the mango juice in between.

“You like it, ma’am?” Terry speaks, summoning my eyes to her as I continue chewing, the glass of juice well clenched in my hand.

“Mmh.” I respond, swallowing that bite and scooping another one. “It’s scrumptious.” I respond as I take the spoonful of the liver to my mouth again.

“Uummh… Ma’am?” I look at her. She won’t just allow me to enjoy this delicacy in peace, will she? That’s why I haven’t even sat down. She would have left the moment she finished setting the food on the table for me, but no. She decided to stay back and watch me eat. “Your appetite is not…”A simple glare from me shuts her mouth up. What the heck is wrong with one? My appetite is not what? Normal? If I don’t eat, she is horrified to death by the inkling of losing her job for not feeding me as Jerol instructed. If I eat what I feel like, it’s no longer normal. Is she for real?

“Are… you… pregnant, ma’am?”

The glass of juice slips from my hands. Its broken pieces scatter on the floor while the juice spews to my feet and the floor!

The first time I found myself in such a dilemma, was that day at the dining area with Jerol’s guests. Food in the mouth. Unable to chew or swallow. Spiting it out isn’t an option.

I gather the courage to try pushing it down the throat, but only to end up choking my lungs out.

Shit! Fuck this bitch!

“Ma’am? So… so… so… r.. ry! I didn’t…” She comes to my rescue, rubbing my back which is in no way helping.

“Water!” I am losing my breath as I nudge her away from me. Air is running out fast on me as she hikes her way out to water.

Ooh, God! Fuck her and her jokes! I will curse her and her entire generation if I die from this fucking choking!