Callan strove to dissemble his edginess as he stood in front of Orla with a tray in his hands. He had chosen to prepare scrambled eggs and sablefish in hopes that she would love them. He was certain of the fact that she must have eaten scrambled eggs a couple of times, but he knew for a fact that she had never had something as good as his and the mixture he just thought up. Orla was enthusiastically positioned on the dining chair, one of her eyes ceaselessly studying Callan. She could detect that he was keyed up and she smiled slyly. Callan could never be tensed up, maybe she was imagining things. But then it was obvious from how his shoulders toughened whenever Orla looked down at the food, the small smile that followed after he looked at her. They all read nervousness. Something within her urged her to trust Callan's cooking dexterity. She smiled again, keying into whatever that was. "You should sit too." She said, motioning to the chair opposite the one she was seated on. Call
"So, what do you want then?" She whispered."What do you think I want from you?" He continued with his food, and Orla briefly looked at him."I don't know what you want, Callan." She was getting tense and was almost out of words."Kind payments are allowed. Kisses and orgasms." He blurted out and this time, Orla choked on her food. "Are you good?" He handed her water. She snatched the glass from him and downed the content at a go.When Orla glared at him, he threw his head backwards and burst into laughter. "Really? Kisses and orgasms?" "Better payments than cash, don't you think?" He smirked, still laughing."Huh, I will think about it." She shifted uncomfortably on the chair, eyes on everything in the dining aside from Callan. After observing everything, out of the blue, she asked. "Why don't you have a maid here?""A maid?" He smiled, "I don't think I need one." He said thoughtfully."You didn't think you needed one before we got married?" Her plate was almost empty now. Callan w
A month had swiftly passed. A whole month without abhorrence towards Orla, a month of tranquil cohabitation.The amity between Orla and Callan remained unaffected. Instead, it grew better and stronger with each day that passed by.The truth of it was that it was Unexpectedly sweet and still unbelievable to Orla. Callan had transformed into the sweetest human she'd ever met in her entire lifetime. He was so sweet sometimes she feared he would turn stale if she tasted more of his sweetness.She was cuddled up in his arms on the bed. They both were asleep after spending the night watching a family soap opera but Orla was stirring in her sleep and Callan was yet to notice that.The nightmares were back after months. It was funny how she always thought she was over them whenever they didn't occur for months."Orla, you do not deserve happiness." The same little girl that always appeared in her dreams asserted in a low voice. Her bleary eyes were swollen and she desperately scratched them.
Callan halted, conscientiously drawing out his lips from hers. He heard her right, but at that instant, he felt the need to eyeball her and study her visage to be sure that she wasn't joking."I want you." She repeated, her cheeks heating up with lecherous temerity.Silently, her eyes called for him, every part of her body yearned for his touch. He studied her face longer than he should. Her shoulders tensed as they ogled each other and Callan vividly spotted the desperation in her innocent eyes. She did want him, so badly."I don't think you do." He chose that moment to tease her.Orla kissed her teeth, glaring down at Callan. The corner of his lips had twitched into a nasty smirk. She grabbed it, he must be fucking with her.She delayed her response because nothing seemed to come to her as she directed her eyes back at her husband. Twenty seconds later, they were still staring at each other. She was lost for words and Callan took pleasure in watching her search for the words to s
"Anything to make me feel good." She responded."As a repayment of what you did to me, right?""Maybe better. I didn't do that well." Callan smiled slyly. His lips met with hers in a gentle kiss that kindled the fire in her soul. Everything went still, her mind went numb, all she could see and wanted to see and know then was half naked Callan and her in their world, kissing and doing other nasty things that would make her moan until her legs were quivering and she was taking a trip to a place beyond paradise.Huskily, Callan said. "Strip, Orla. I want to watch you take this robe off your body." He let go of her, moving a little to the side to have a proper view of her as she stripped the robe off her body."Take your time, I want to relish this moment." Orla nodded. Her shaky hands gripped the belt and briskly took it off her body. Although Callan told her to take her time, she couldn't help but to speed up. She wanted him before he changed his mind. Callan was unpredictable and sh
The night was young and cold. The water tides rippled in the pool, aggressively whacking Orla's exposed feet.She shuddered, the chillness of the night causing goosebumps to sprinkle all over her skin.Both of them were perched on the coping of the swimming pool in their mansion, eyes fixated on the moon that was densely setting in the sky that night.The stars were beautifully lined up, making it a sensational sight for them to view. Orla dangled her feet in the cold water, head naturally resting on Callan's hard chest."I'm freezing, Callan." She murmured, audible enough for him to hear.He drew her closer, draping the towel in his hand around her shoulders. The material veiled her skin coolly. After a long day, she had proposed that they spend time in the pool that night but never swimming. She wasn't certain she could, not after what had happened to her.Callan protested against the idea, but she pleaded with him. She had never been to a poolside since that afternoon, thinking she
"No, it isn't. And your family is barbarous for venting their anger on you these past years. You didn't kill your sister and mother. You just happened to be the only one with her when she died, you were young and couldn't do anything to save her. It was not your fault, it wasn't.""They don't understand that." She placed her head on his chest, sobbing hard. "It hurts that she left very early. Callan, we had plans, we had so much to do together. She even told me about a boy she liked, crazy, right? A seven-year-old liking a boy? She was so full of life—but it ended in a flash…Even before I could control it, she died.""She's resting well. It's been a whole lot of years, you should move on and live your life to the fullest. You can do the things you planned to do with her now, that way she'd be forever grateful to you." Callan pressed her hand gently, smiling at her.Orla bought his idea, but she didn't think Isla would ever be happy with her. "She'd never be happy with me. She appears
Pizza was disastrous. Roast chicken was not appropriately seasoned. Macaroni and Cheese turned out to be entirely different from how it should be, and now, the Stir-Fried rice Orla served on the plate in front of Callan looked like a death warrant.After two weeks of taking cooking lessons from Callan and she was still this horrible, Callan was convinced that cooking was not her thing and she might never be good at it.He had taken out time to coach her after office work everyday, and sometimes when he worked from home, they spent most of the hours of the day in the kitchen, but she always prepared poison whenever he left her to practice.Batting her long eyelashes, she adjusted the apron around her neck and smiled mischievously. She wasn't doing this intentionally, she was trying to make his efforts and hers count, but the food kept coming out badly."I dedicated more time to this. You should try it out.""Orla, sit." Motioning to the chair next to him, he outstretched his hand towa