Married By Mistake
Chapter 14

LUNA

I was stunned when I couldn’t replace Dylan by my side. I stretched and got up a bit.

“D?” I whispered. I haven’t been able to quite adjust to the ambient light yet so I keep blinking.

Half of the bed sank. I felt Dylan’s lips on my forehead. “Sleep, baby. I’m here.”

I approached him and lay on his lap.

“Why are you in jeans?” I m****d.

“I have a meeting today.”

I hugged him. “Don’t go.”

I left his lap and he lies down. I place my head in his arms and one of my thighs was resting on his stomach.

I giggled when he touched my neck with a k**s.

“My kitten wants to cuddle?”

“A little.”

“It’s your due date today.” He says. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Oh my gosh!

I pushed him slightly and get on top of him. I looked up and Dylan’s puffy eyes met mine. A good sight to start my morning. “You, with chocolate cream and cherry on top.”

“Yeah?” He fixed my messy hair.

As if a magnet was pulling me toward him, I leaned into his mouth, gasping when his lips touch over mine. His mouth was firm, his tongue more insistent, and I was breathless by the time the k**s ended. Little sparks of heat danced along my skin, growing hotter when I noticed the desire glimmering in Dylan’s almond eyes.

“I thought you had a meeting?”

“I have a teasing wife beside me. How can I do if you’re tempting me like this?” He chuckled. “What’s your plan for today?”

I thought for a moment. “I will wash the clothes.”

He frowned. “No. Just give that job to the laundry shop.”

I put my index finger on the bridge of his nose. I hate it when he frowns. “I’ll be impatient when I’m not doing anything. You’re late for your meeting.”

We switched position, he is now on top of me. “I don’t care. I’m the boss.”

After a few minutes, he left. I am no longer used to the house being quiet. I was feeling the ease of home for me. It’s cold when Dylan isn’t around.

I cleaned our house first. Next week, the maid that Dylan hired to be my assistant will come. I removed the bedsheet of our bed and placed it in the basket on the side. Only now did I notice that the foam was different. This isn’t Dylan’s old bed.

Did he change it because he didn’t want to lay me on the bed where he already had a lot of women?

I smiled. Next, I put in the basket his dirty clothes. I could smell my husband’s perfume again. I miss him already. I lay down on the bed and hugged my husband’s polo shirt. What is this? I look like a fool.

I woke up when my phone rang. When I saw the caller’s name I answered that right away.

“Are you done smelling my shirts, Sweetheart?” I bit my l*p when I heard his seductive voice.

I frowned and looked at the polo I had been taking advantage of. “How did you know that I’m sniffing your shirt?”

“A wild guess.” I knew he was smiling now. “I’m bored.”

I heard someone cleared their throat. “Sir, I need your signature here.”

His secretary?

“Oh, your meeting’s done?” I asked.

“Uh-huh. I want to go home and fondle your boobs.” What the heck!

I blushed.

I hope no one heard what he said. Embarrassing!

“Office hours and here you are thinking of undressing me and fantasizing my boobs,” I said. “How professional.”

“Smart mouth, Sweetheart. Anyway, when you’re done, please, come here. I’m missing you so much.”

I’ve had enough!

I put her clothes down in the basket and stood up. “Wait for me. I’m going to the laundry shop.”

I heard him chuckled. “So eager. I thought you wanted to do laundry? Why are you so eager to see me?”

“Look who’s talking. I’m too lazy to do laundry.” I snapped. I stopped to say something else when the doorbell rang. “Wait, someone’s ringing the doorbell.”

“Open it. Maybe the flowers I sent you to arrive.”

“So sweet. Laters, Baby.”

He laughs. “I am no Christian Gray. But we aim to please. Keep safe, Baby.”

I hanged up. I went downstairs to confront who was treacherously breaking our doorbell.

“Wait.” I gently shouted.

I opened the small gate to see the man. But what greeted me right away were two dozens of pink roses. I smiled.

I held the flower and hugged it.

I immediately lost my smile when I saw who was carrying it.

“What the–” I managed to say.

Its…

Camille.

“Do you like it ?!” I cannot talk. She’s here. “A delivery boy brought it but I told him that I’m you so he immediately gave it to me. So, here it is. A bouquet of long-stemmed roses for Veronica Luna Garcia-Reyes. You order, we deliver!”

I understood nothing of what she said.

All I know is, she’s already here.

And everything will be messed up again.