The Next Morning. Saturday.
Jennifer, Me of course being like my mother, I was preparing breakfast and trying to make it up for last night. Maybe I'll be in his good books.
I was busy humming that I didn't hear my so called ‘husband’ walk into the kitchen. So I continued with what I was doing, which is slicing tomatoes. I wasn't really humming I was trying to figure out, when is Yet. Perhaps it's the night at our wedding or maybe… he's seeing someo—
“What are you doing?” His husky voice made me jump.
“Eek!” I screamed and I mistakenly cut myself with the knife. Oh Jennifer. Immediately when I saw blood on my finger I put it in my mouth, it will stop the bleeding.
“Ouch.” I cussed.
“Don't do that! Stay here!” He ordered me. I looked at him as he disappeared through the door and I took out my finger from my mouth.
I'm learning from my mistakes.He sprinted to me holding a small bag of first aid kit. He opened the fridge and took out a bottle of alcohol.
“This is going to sting.” He says to me as he poured the beer on my finger. He was right, it hurts so bad. So I shut my eyes so hard.
“All done.” I opened my eyes. He wrapped the Elastoplast on my wedding finger and it looked like a ring. Low budget ring must say.
A part of me wanted to laugh but I couldn't because he kept his face neutral.
He looked at the finger and smirked. I knew he was thinking what I was thinking.
“Go get dressed…” He says. I looked at him as he walked to the fridge to take out a bottle of water.
I looked at my floral dress. I am dressed, I just got out of the shower 20 minutes ago. I looked over to him. He was drinking water.
“I am already dressed.” He choked on the water because of what I said. Oh my Gosh! The water splashed on the shirt he was wearing.
“Excuse me?” He asked and I looked at myself. Yes I am dressed. It’s a simple white floral dress, I love.
“I am… dressed.” I wasn't sure of myself but I said it anyway. I am dressed.
“Okay. Great! Now go upstairs and dress like a decent human being. I on the other hand, has to change this.” He took off the shirt.
He really works out. He's huge! He got abs, triceps! Not to forget those bulging veins across his arms. He also got some strange scars. And a weird tattoo, must be those tribal tattoo. Oh gosh… I wouldn't mind to bury my face into his chest, but I don't think I'll ever will unt—
“Jennifer? You look like a pervert.” He brought me back to reality. I was literally checking this man out and he just called me a pervert.
My cheeks were all red. I could feel them burning.
“Come on. We don't have all day.” He says as he walked upstairs and I followed him.
It was crazy how our rooms are opposite to each other. When I walked to my door, I felt his eyes on my back and it burned. I closed the door and tried to catch my breath.
And now we have to look for a wardrobe. Wardrobe… nope I can't find any. Maybe he packs the clothes in these dressing table…
Nope. You know what? I'll just change this dress and wear another one.Yes, I changed and sat on the bed.
After a few minutes Jerald walked in and sighed. Where are your manners? You could've knocked dumbass!
“Sorry… I couldn't find the wardrobe so I changed into another dress. I didn't disobey you.” Honestly I feel like he could read minds because he knew I didn't mean what I said.
“There's the closet.” He points up two doors which I assumed that they led to a different room.
I opened the doors and was welcomed by expensive scent of fabrics.
A closet I always dreamt of. I smiled at how they were organized. All shades of red placed one side, shades of black. Everything was in order and to my surpise everything was my exact size.
Even the underwear.
“Come on. Get dressed.” Jerald said. I looked over him. He just stood there, I cleared my thoart and he excused himself. Wait… I don't even know what to wear.
“Wait! Ahem… I don't know what to wear.” I said and he turned to me and licks his lips.
Jennifer… what have you asked for? I shouldn't be worried right?
At The Café.
He made me wear a red dress. The dress leaves my shoulders mostly uncovered and flows down into a graceful cowl neckline. It's a tight fit which makes the dress look elegant and stylish.
He even chose the stilettos I am wearing. And to top it all off… he made me wear no undies. He pulled the chair for me. Such gentleman.
“You can order as much food as you like.” He says. I looked around and noticed there's no one in the restaurant.
“There's no one here. Why?” I asked and he sighed.
“You want to know why?” he asks and I nod.
“Order something first.” He raised his hand and the waiter roamed to us. After ordering, I waited for him to say something but he didn't.
I'm not used to being commando. Especially when someone knows and that someone is your ‘husband’ But nevertheless, I didn't want to disobey his orders, I mean… who would like to get their faces bruised?
He told me that he'll physically punish me. Look at him, eating like he wasn't a monster yesterday. A hot one actually, what am I saying? Oh my gosh! He got his nails polished black.
I looked at his hand and there's a Datura flower tattoo there. While I was lost, checking him out. Something under the table brought me back to reality.
He was separating my legs with his. I looked at him trying to act unbothered.“Oh Wife, It's breakfast from a High class café. I want you to enjoy it.” I don't know if that's an order but I just nodded because his leg was now between mine and trust me… I am literally on commando.
“Good.” He smiled so warmly and I started eating. He is right though, this meal was so good. His phone rang. I took a look and it was from an unknown number.
He calmly cleared his throat and hanged up.
“Why don't you answer that? I mean… it could be important.” I asked and he smiled to me.
“Nothing is more important than spending time with my wife.” He says. Heaven on earth! What he said made me smile. A waiter walked over to us.
“Boss, this call is for you.” He said as he handed my husband the phone.
“Jerald Carter… what do you mean the supplies have gone missing?” He was calm and collected. He looked at me with a disappointed look and I knew that…
‘Nothing is more important than spending time with my wife’ is about to turn into a lie.
“Okay. I'll be there.” He hanged up the phone and gave it back to the waiter.
“I have to go.” He says. I waited utterly for the rest of the information he was about to give me but he want quiet. “I thought ‘Nothing is more important than spending time with my wife’, what happened?” I asked and he smirks.
“Nothing happened.” He says as he stood up. “And I told you, ‘Nothing’ is more important than spending time with my wife.” He said and he is right if nothing happened that means it's more important than me. Stupid Jennifer!
“TJ will take you home. See you later.” He leaned to kiss my lips but stopped and kissed me on the forehead. Oh my gosh, does my breath stink?
He roamed out of the café as fast as he could. I should be worried about his supplies but what worries me now is… my breath. Does it stink?Nope… I just smelled it. Maybe he's allergic to onions!After having my breakfast alone, I had a great idea to tell my friends about Jerald and how we are getting married or should I say how we got married?
I raised my hand and the waiter came.
“Can I have the bill?” I asked and he smiled.
“The bill has been settled.” He explains. What? Of course it is. His house says a lot about him. He's rich.
“Okay then. Your tip?” I said as I opened my purse but he stopped me.
“That was also taken care of.” He says and I raise my eyebrows.
“Okay. How about I double your tip?” I asked as I took out my credit card.
“That would be 2,000$, are you sure ma'am?” he asked and I feel like a fool. That's literally the amount I have in my bank account right now.
“Uh…” I begun to stutter and he laughs.
“Have a great day ahead, Ma'am!” he says as he walked away with the plates. Now… I feel bad.
I walked outside with the hope I'd find TJ and I did. A hunky guy. But he's nothing compared to my husband.
“Ma'am! I am TJ. I'll be your driver for today.” I smiled. Such a gentleman.
“Please call Jenny or Jennifer. Can you drive me to a friend's house?” I asked with a hope he'd say yes but he shook his head.
“I was ordered to take you home, I am afraid I can't.” He said with a little shaky voice and I nodded.
Not only I but TJ is also afraid to disobey my Husband. Okay why do I call him Husband? Because he is your husband dummy!
At The WareHouse.Jerald stormed in and found his men: Christian, his right man and Wiz, his hacker talking in his office.“Speak of the devil! So boss we were able to track the supplies turns out… over two hundred of them went missing and that's over Six Hundred Million dollars.” Wiz said, he always ordered his men to never beat around the Bush whenever they talked to him so he sighed.“Why did you even ignore my call?” Wiz asked and Jerald rolled his eyes.“It was an unknown number.” He defended himself and Christian laughed. “But you know I'm the only one who has access to your phone.” Wiz said. For someone who's a Warlord, yes.“Don't tell me Your wife is already controlling you?! I have to meet her!” Christian mocked him and their laughter filled the room, Jerald looked at them disgusted. “Leave my wife out of this. Now tell me… what can we do?” “Well… let me go grab some cables so I can start tracking the supplies.” Wiz stood up and walked outside.Jerald went into his pocket
7am. That Day.Jennifer's Point Of View I would lie if I say I slept a blink. I didn't sleep, not even a wink. Why was he so aggressive? What would've happened if he went through with it?Oh well, It's been three days and trust me, I receive calls from Mark with each minute passing by. So I ghosted him. I took a long shower. Honestly I want him to touch me like last night but when he's sober. No… we just met.Does that mean I have to wear heels? I can't even find flat shoes. I walked downstairs and found a small table with only one chair and a rose. He's apologising for last night!! Oh my gosh!I walked there and I found him waiting for me so eagerly.“Good morning, Mrs Carter.” He says. I smile at him.“Morning, Mr Carter.” He raised his left eyebrow after I responded, he pointed the table.“Please, take a seat.” I smile at him and I sat down. Is he apologising for…“What's the occasion? Is it about last night or should I say earlier?” I asked as he placed a meal on the table.“
She looked at him with a hope he'd say ‘It's a joke’ but he didn't. “You have a tattoo on your back, what does it mean?” He asked. She let out a deep sigh as if it was a touchy subject.“I'll have to kill you if I tell you.” She said and he raised his eyebrows but she didn't feel intimidated by his stare. Perhaps, it's because she's hiding something.He laughs out loud. “Oh, I see what you did there.” “Are we done?” She asked and judging by how the look in his eyes, she knew he was thinking something. “Not really.” He says as he walked away. Jennifer smiled, what was going on in her mind?He came back holding his black shirt.“Here. Wear this.” He gave her his shirt. Without hesitant, she took the shirt and stood up.“Where are you going?” “To change into this." Jennifer responded. He smiled.“You can do it here.” She raised her eyebrows. “Pardon me?” “No one's looking. Go on.” He said. As if he's no one.“But you are looking, aren't you?” She asked folding her arms.“I am your
I looked over his shoulder to see a woman that was literally his female version.“Mom?! What are you doing here?!” Jerald snapped at the old lady. Oh it's his mother.I quickly grabbed the dress from the floor and wore it while she was explaining.“Uh… what am I doing here? You want me to leave?” His mother was fearless. She talked to him as if she had balls way huge than his. “Yes! Leave! You're not supposed to be here until the next two days.” Jerald said, okay that's not a way to talk to your mother.His mother turned and started walking to the door.“No! Ma'am! Please… we are done.” I yelled and she turns to me with a huge smile.“You must be Jennifer… Honey, it's safe to come now!” She yelled to someone else from the door.“It better! Because I'm too old to die.” A man walked to His mother and that made me make a conclusion that it's his father.Wait… were we too loud? I felt my face flush red when my eyes and his mother's eyes meet. And I must say the woman is beautiful. She
...“Oh Jennifer… I won't touch you Yet. Yet, is about to happen tonight.” Jerald said.He walked over to his office. He opened the drawers on his desk and took out a document written:BDSM:Contract of Voluntary Total Submission He took a pen and signed the papers. He stood up and walked out of his Knock. Knock. Knock.“What do you want Jerald?!” Jennifer snapped. But she noticed the door didn't open and it was weird for someone like Jerald to do that. Knock. Knock. Knock. She sighed and walked over to the door.“WHAT?!” She shouted as she opened the door and noticed it was one of the guards.“I'm sorry for disturbing you, Ma'am. But you're expected in the boardroom in 15 minutes.” “Boardroom?” The house has a boardroom? That was the question in her mind.“Yes, where Boss hosts his meetings.” “And may I ask where is that?” She had like four-five days in the house.“The forth room on the left from this one.” “Okay, thank you.” She said. The guard just nodded and walked away.I c
The Next Morning.Jerald was having a bottle of water in the kitchen, leaning to the kitchen counter.Jennifer walked to the kitchen and stopped to take a look around, thinking maybe she'd find the red-haired woman. She was busy touching her eyes. They were watery.“Good Morning, Mrs. Carter.” He said to her and she smiled.“Morning, Mr. Carter.” Jennifer responded as she walked pass him, she took out a bowl and made herself some cereal.He noticed she was still wearing a bandage on her finger and he sighed.“Tough night?” Jennifer asked and he turned to her.“Uh… I wouldn't describe it as Tough.” He said and she smiled. “Okay.” She said having another spoon of cereal in her mouth.“Have you signed the contract?” He asked and she looked at him.“I'm still working on it.” She responded and Jerald sighed again. “How long do I have to wait?” He asked like he was so desperate to have his wife in bed.“A year or two. You should start organizing prostitutes for yourself.” He smiled at her
Meanwhile.“Can you believe this? Dad just called me like I said and guess what? The contract isn't just a marriage contract but the business contract.” Jennifer complained.“Well judging by the things you said about Jerald, I wouldn't mind being tied up on his bed by him.” Ashley said and Hellen high-fived her.“Guys… now is not the time for jokes. I don't love this man. We married out of paper. Now, I have to sign the contract.” Jennifer said folding her arms.“I just hate the fact that we don't know how he looks like. We tried to search him on the internet, social media, no luck. It's like his information is hidden.” Hellen said and Jennifer sighed.“It's almost 12pm. I have a shift at 2pm. I'm going to leave you, girlfriends.” Ashley stood up and kissed Hellen and Jennifer on their foreheads.“Wait… I need a lift. Can't take a bus.” Hellen also kissed Jennifer and they left her there.Jennifer settled the bill as she promised her friends and took out the contract from her bag.“Cl
"Pardon me?”“That's your safe word.” She sighed in relief but felt a little bit disappointed maybe she wanted to hear those three words from him. Or maybe she missed Mark.“But it has three words. It's a phrase.” “Iloveyou. It's one word. Has eight letters.” She sighed.“Don't you think it's too much?” “Too much for who? Me? Come on. We know we need each other for pleasure not for love. Besides, I can do all romantic things without feelings. After all, we both know you don't love me and I don't love you.” He said very coldly and she went silent.Silence filled the room.“Yes, you're right. I love you it is. I love you is it for stop or for I reached my limit?” She was hesitant at first but she finally said it.“Stop. As your husband and dominant, I'll know when you reached your limit. Your safe sign is a white handkerchief.” “Huh?”“Whenever you're gagged, you'll have a white handkerchief in your hand if you let it go it means stop.” He said and she nodded.“I understand.”“Don't