Chapter 4 The Honeymoon Visitor

My eyelids fluttered nervously from his murderous look.

My hands were frozen. I did not expect a murderous husband looking down at me while I was sitting and unbuttoning my gown lock. Am I this ugly and contemptible?

Is he going to take his revenge on me? Is he that unhappy? Really? Will he kill me? Will I die tonight.?

His muscular hands on his hips, Kelvin growled for the first time. His voice low and controlled.

"So, do you think this body will be yours as your toy?" He asked between his teeth. His eyes are darting nails.

Kelvin made a large loop sweeping gesture of his right hand from his head then down to his toes in an exaggerated manner. Of course, I followed the direction of his head to foot, trying not to stare hard in between his thighs.

"Do you think with your marriage to me bitch, you can touch me like a TOY, something you just buy cheaply in the mall?". His tone was all sarcastic, acid-spewing from his mouth.

He shouted, "answer me, BITCH!" with a broken glass tone on his voice.

I was stoned frozen on my chair. I was still unable to process in my brilliant mind that my dream husband called me BITCH and himself as my TOY.

Me a BITCH? And him a TOY? My mouth hanged. Silence.

My eyelids fluttered, unable to meet his accusing look. What is he talking about? I do not understand. I am confused.

With this marriage, I am honestly offering him, my love, SINCERELY as his wife. And as to him, I only pray that he will be a faithful husband. But never that cheap Bitch or Toy. Never on that line. I shook my head several times.

Before I could open my mouth and apologize, there was a loud knock from the main suite door.

Before I could open my mouth and say my piece, there was a loud knock from the main suite door.

Who could that be?. But before I could ask, Kelvin had started walking to the door, in all his naked glory. He did not even bother to cover himself nor ask the person's name who was knocking the door.

Kelvin just swang the door open right away. The visitor was someone he expected to arrive, apparently.

Snapped from the shock, I tilted my head to investigate. I was shocked to see a very curvy woman, wearing a skimpy red dress, suddenly lounged and jumped on Kelvin. She then started to giggle wantonly.

I immediately recognized her as an advertising actress and she was one of the guests at my wedding. I remembered her face. She was rumored to be Kelvin's girlfriend, the actress Liza Lang who announced herself in media to be Kelvin's longtime date and future wife. So what is she doing here? This is my wedding suite.

Honestly, I was shocked by her invasion inside our private room. But I was twice shocked when Kelvin picked her up bridal style. The woman wrapped her arms around Kelvin while I, the real bride, wrapped my arm around my aching head.

Frozen on my seat and unable to digest all their erotic scenes, my heart jumped to my mouth when I saw my husband Kelvin walked back towards our room, with both of them intimately kissing, the woman disgustingly moaning. Their lips and tongues darting inside each other's mouth!

Kelvin mockingly smiled at my direction while he put down the coquesttish woman on the floor and hastily undressed her. He unzipped her dress, removed her bra and pulled down her thong, all in a split of a second.

Now all naked. he smashed her breasts and sucked them with his lips, with his mocking eyes, never leaving my shocked round eyes.

Before I could blink my horrified eyes, both my husband Kelvin and the woman intruder were now making out on top of the bed, tightly locked on a heated embrace. The intruder actress was unashamed in responding to Kelvin's fiery passion, even when she knew that I continued to look at them, unable to say anything.

Worse, the intruder woman even shook her head and said to me, "poor, poor wife. You got Kelvin's name, but his body is all mine...." and then she giggled again wantonly when Kelvin rained her kisses.

Kelvin then rubbed his arms around her butt down to her legs. The brazen woman seemed to shudder in pleasure.

While they were kissing and licking and moaning, I was unable to move. I need a big slap on my face.

Think, Donna, think. Think dammit.