Chapter 2 if it were absurd

thoughtfully. - She was very nervous, it served to make her a little distracted. -Was it the wedding? - I think it's the meeting she's going to have in a little while. It must be something really important to make her tense like that. - Do you intend to do anything about it? - I sent a message to Mário, he will soon tell you what I need to know. The driver nods and calmly takes his boss home. Christopher already knew he wouldn't have a normal honeymoon. He just didn't expect that his wife would run away as if he would attack her at any moment.

He didn't deny that he was attracted to her, making her aware of many things. The problem is that the sudden trip not only caused insecurity but also discontent in the boy. Today he had taken the day to talk to her and try to understand each other, he made a reservation in advance to have a nice dinner and bought the most beautiful flowers he had at the flower shop with the intention of having at least a friendly relationship. Frustrated at not being able to even have a decent conversation, he went home that same afternoon and killed himself in the gym, trying to get his head straight. After dinner, his phone rings, breaking him out of his reverie. He answers quickly, wanting to clear up that doubt that was weighing so much on his mind. - Mario, did you manage to find her? - Yes, boss - the detective sighs, leaving him apprehensive. - She didn't lie when she said she went to work. She spent the whole day at the office and returned to the hotel accompanied by her secretary. The only person who entered her room was the employee who I'm almost sure is a friend, as the two don't take each other seriously. Christopher sighs with relief, looking at the glass windows of his apartment, seeing the glow of the buildings lighting up the city night. - In short, nothing much happened, Mrs. Rogers ordered dinner and was alone for the rest of the night. - Thank you, Mario. Keep me informed. - You can leave it, sir. Christopher hangs up the call, relieved that his wife didn't run away to meet someone and goes to her room to rest. Tossing and turning in bed trying to sleep, his mind wanders to how Melanie was dressed today and he can only imagine opening that blazer, mentally visualizing those beautiful mounds popping out, that would make him fall in love with them. He remembers her unconsciously confirming that she was braless and his eyes dart to the closet, remembering seeing the housekeeper packing her things inside. Rogers gets up hurriedly, opening the compartment doors. Looking around, he opens one of the drawers, finding some lace panties and other very provocative ones. Delicate... He thinks. He takes one, holding it up to his nose, inhaling the smell of the well-washed fabric, not caring at all if that action could be considered disgusting. Her member hardens, imagining her dressed only in that tiny piece in that elevator they met earlier today and Christopher walks calmly to the bathroom letting his perverted mind get the better of him. - Melanie ... - he closes his eyes, touching. Two weeks passed and with that Christopher got a new robe. He listened to Mário talk about her day, which was all about work, and found his favorite piece of clothing to touch. A rose gold baby doll with silk fabric. Without a doubt it was his favorite, just imagining her in that outfit made Rogers instantly hard. It was as if he managed to perfectly reproduce the image of those round breasts with their peaked peaks begging for attention. He imagined kissing that soft brown skin, cupping her pleasure zone, while he slowly took off that piece of clothing. Yes, he was a pervert, but it was nothing she didn't already know. In the city of Los Angeles, California, after finally managing to close an important contract, Melanie allows herself to sprawl in bed, feeling a hellish headache - the result of sleepless nights due to work. After catching up, she wakes up much more relaxed hearing her best friend knocking on the door. - Come on - she stretches, going to answer it. - Good morning, Amanda. - Good morning, Melanie - the secretary enters with the food cart, setting up shop on the sofa. - I brought us Waffles - she starts to serve herself, watching her friend return to bed. - I thought our flight was tomorrow, why are we staying here for another week if we don't have to? - Because I don't want to meet my pervert husband - she begins to feel attracted to the smell of coffee. - Come and have breakfast - Amanda calls her. The brunette gets up from the bed with her hair messy, sitting next to her friend on the sofa and starts to have a snack too. - Can you believe he said he touches himself thinking about me? - You've only repeated that about 10 times since we arrived in California - the redhead takes a bite, not really caring. - Your indifference is terrible - he stares at her. -And what did you want me to say? - She takes a sip of coffee. - You left the man alone on his honeymoon to come here to work. If he wants to touch himself, let him do it, until today he has never tried anything forced with you. - That's not the problem, it was clearly a lie when she said she thought about me - she starts laughing as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world. - It seems like I'm sexy enough to make a man... There! - She gets hit on the head. - I already told you to stop belittling yourself! - looks at her. - It's not at all strange for a man like that to want you, you need to look more in the mirror. - Creature, I'm your boss! - And my best friend too, as long as you continue to belittle yourself I will continue to hit you in the head. Melanie looks like she has few friends, munching on her breakfast. - You said he didn't take his eyes off your breasts, right? - the redhead restarts the conversation. - He was almost drooling, he didn't even bother to hide it. - Dressed like that, I highly doubt he even tried. - It doesn't matter, he shouldn't act like a wild animal. - My friend, he does have to act like a wild animal with you because you are his wife. The weird thing is if he acted indifferent after seeing his boobs. - He didn't see my breasts, he saw my cleavage - he corrects her. - It doesn't make any difference, if he were shirtless in front of you, I doubt you wouldn't be staring either - he looks at his cell phone. - Of course not! - She speaks as if it were absurd. - It's not just because he's my husband that I have to keep undressing him with my eyes. - It's because he's your husband that you have to do this! - turns the cell phone towards her. - Look what a hot guy. - I don't want to... Ouch! - takes the cell phone from her hand, zooming in on the shirtless man with toned abs and all his muscles stretched due to the hand above his head. - His body is beautiful, right? - Amanda continues eating, seeing her friend almost drooling holding her cell phone. - How delicious, he has blonde hair - she zooms in on his pants. - And this package then... No! - She pushes the cell phone, scaring her secretary. - I can't do that, it's disrespectful, even if I'm