Chapter 5 Neurotic

trickles of water slide under her brown skin and smiles, loving the cold shower. Her wet hair starts to get wavy over time and she takes the opportunity to wash it. Coming out all wet, Melanie realizes that she forgot her towel and runs into the closet, afraid of the neighbors seeing her naked through the glass walls. They lived in the penthouse, in a very tall building and above the others, but nothing prevented a distracted person from using binoculars and seeing her like that. Neurotic? Just a little.

Dressed in a robe, she sits at the makeup table, inside the closet and begins to take care of her hair, leaving her large, loose curls well defined, maintaining a long length with a medium volume, which suited her so much, but felt ashamed of being like that in front of others, because his family didn't take it easy on malicious comments. There was only one time a week that Melanie allowed herself to be herself, and that was when she was like that, completely natural. The brunette applies her facial creams to skincare her face and then takes care of her body with skin cream. Already dressed in her favorite baby doll, free, light and loose without feeling trapped by the bra, she looks for the kitchen, trying to remember where it was and gets lost in the pantry looking for cheese. She was incredibly hungry and even though her stomach was almost devouring itself, she didn't know how to cook and was considered a danger in front of the stove, but she at least knew how to boil water. Preparing some Korean instant noodles, jajangmyeon, Melanie adds the cheese she found and starts eating looking around the room. Arriving home after a tiring day, Christopher goes straight to his room to take a shower, noticing some different products in the bathroom. He smells the shampoo smelling a part of his wife's perfume and puts it where she should have put it. With a towel tied around his waist and his hair dripping on his shoulders, he goes to the closet and puts on sweatpants and a short-sleeved blouse highlighting his muscles. Because obviously he wanted to show how strong he is to make her feel like taking a cone. He had to try. - Should I wear a tank top? - He asks himself with his hand on his chin. The blonde notices a piece of clothing at the foot of the bed and picks up the blouse, smelling a pleasant perfume, making his entire body react. - I think I'm going to need that baby doll now... - he walks towards her closet, full of malice. Opening it, he sees a suitcase in the corner, some clothes out of order. - She's a mess - he prepares to clean up. ... After tidying everything, Christopher calls her around the house, not finding her. He goes to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the two of them and waits to return to the apartment. Smelling a wonderful smell, Melanie wakes up starving, getting up with difficulty from the sofa that had cushions so soft that she slept like a baby. Yawning and staggering with sleep, she stretches heading towards the smell. Christopher turns off the rice and beans and goes to the kitchen island to finish chopping the onions for meat, because he loved putting onions in everything, saying it was his secret ingredient. His eyes find her half sleepy, immediately stopping everything he was doing, completely enchanted. That long, brown hair that he always swore was straight, was wavy with large curls, which made that body, which already had curves, even more accentuated, highlighting the round and perfect breasts, which were showing through the thin fabric. Her thin waist and wide hips were covered by the beautiful rose gold silk baby doll, perfectly matching the brown color of her skin, making her terribly sexy. Oh, shit. He thinks, shivering and remembering everything he did with that piece of clothing in the bathroom. His mind had been fertile, but not fertile enough compared to that work of art in front of him. Nervously, he turns to the stove, turning on the heat, heating the oil, trying to get rid of all the indecencies that were going through his head, with the intention of preparing the fillet. - Christopher... His wife's melodious voice sounds next to him, making him startle and hit his arm on the pan, throwing the hot oil into the air. The movement was so quick that he didn't even notice, he simply took her in his arms so she wouldn't burn herself by avoiding the accident. Surprised, she breathes heavily into his lap, meeting those gray eyes. Rogers swallows hard, seeing the light freckles that were hidden beneath the makeup, spreading lightly across her nose, her cheeks, her shoulders. The soft, fragrant skin that he avoided touching so much felt like velvet in his fingers and the eyes, heavens, those eyes would lead him to perdition. He knew that she wore contact lenses, but he didn't know that they were brown, that in fact his wife had heterochromia, with one amber eye reaching the point of gold and the other a green that resembled tree leaves. -Melanie? - She asks, trying to find out if it really was her or if her mind was playing tricks. - Present - he replies innocently with his arms close to his chest, like a kitten. He had already heard reports of men who discovered their wife's other side after the honeymoon, but the makeup only camouflaged the beauty of that small, hot being even more. His case was completely the opposite. He was sure he had been betrothed to an angel, but only after the honeymoon did he discover that she was actually a goddess in disguise. They say the creator had her favorites and she was certainly one of them. The pot of beauty, intelligence and hotness fell in abundance when it was being made, there was no other explanation. For him, she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth and nothing could convince him otherwise. - Can you let me go now? - she asks in a sweet voice, understanding that he picked her up to save her from a serious burn. Completely in ecstasy, he closes the mouth that he didn't even realize he had opened and makes her sit on one of the high stools near the counter. - You're barefoot, you could end up hurting yourself. Please don't get up and let me clean up this mess. - R-right - it's extremely dull. He quickly retreats to the laundry area and when he closes the door, he releases all the air he was holding. What do I do now?! He thinks desperately, walking in circles. Christopher wasn't just desperate, he was terrified too. The way she was in his arms, completely helpless like the beautiful kitten she was, only made his mind even more fertile. Several times he fantasized about taking that baby doll from her, it was difficult to get it in her head that today they would not physically leave that body. It took him a lot of self-control not to take her to bed and finally inaugurate her with her moans. - Get yourself together - he takes a deep breath, talking to himself. - Just don't act like a pervert and everything will be fine - he convinces himself. - Everything will be fine... - he repeats as if it were a mantra. Exhaling from his lungs, he returns with the cleaning