His Untouchable Super Wife

His Untouchable Super Wife

Written by

Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella)

Chapter One.

It was her payday.

A day every working individual in the world always looked forward to, and Tessa Rashford wasn't an expectation.

Just like the other waitresses standing in a straight line, all were dressed in their usual knee-length polka dot gown, with fatigue written boldly on their faces.

Another hectic day of working in a fast food restaurant had come to an end, and unlike the previous where everyone was eager to return home, they were patient to receive their pay.

"And lastly, Tessa." Mr. Carl, a lanky dark-skinned man with a hideous bowl cut called with an envelope dangling freely from his hand.

The blue-eyed unarguably pulchritudinous 24-year-old stepped forward then, doing a light bow, accepted the envelope from his hand.

Yet, she wasn't quick enough, since his loose grip on it made it fall to the floor.

"Go on - pick it up pretty." That term used mostly to address attractive ladies as dumb was infuriating, but Tessa remained calm.

She didn't spare him a glance, instead picking it up and straightening herself, flashed Mr. Carl a thankful smile.

It vexed him immensely - every single worker of the restaurant distaste her.

The female mostly because of her charming personality, undeniably otherworldly beauty, and curvy body.

And the males considered her a bitch - one that stuck herself with a poor bastard known as Tony, her boyfriend.

Countless attempts have been made by multiple to get her attention, yet Tessa is madly in love with Tony.

"Everyone, get the fuck out of my restaurant!" Mr. Carl, clearly outraged by Tessa's calm reaction, snarled at his workers.

Soon, they exited the building, and stepping out of it to meet his absence, Tessa sighed.

"Where the hell is he?" She muttered, worried about Tony's absence.

Usually, he'd be here with his bike to pick her up, but lately, he didn't show up.

"Mind riding with me?" One of her co-workers, the cleaner, who surprisingly owned a bike, hollered at Tessa.

"I appreciate your concern but no," Icily, she retorted and, despite how late it was, began her journey to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend.

"Such a stupid girl!"

She heard them insult her yet wasn't going to glance at him or talk more or less of responding to their words.

Tessa was more than ready to get immersed in a limitless ocean of insults for Tony's sake.

"Perhaps something's wrong." She halted then tried his mobile number for the umpteenth time, and heartbreakingly, he didn't pick up.

"What if something's happened to him? Maybe I should take a cab."

Tessa, now standing by the sidewalk of the busy streets thought, but as her blue eyes caught sight of a charming jacket, reconsidered.

"That'd fit Tony perfectly!"

★

Fortune seemingly wasn't by her side that night, since it unexpectedly began raining.

Due to the fact her recently gotten salary was spent entirely on getting a new jacket for her boyfriend, Tessa had to walk in the rain.

Being someone with a weak body constitution, it didn't take long before she began shivering like a drenched cat.

Yet, a smile was playing on her lips - everything was worth every discomfort for Tony.

Ultimately, and after trekking for almost an hour, arrived at the front door of the apartment shared with him.

The rain got her oblivious to the stares the neighbors in their houses flashed at her - it was that of pity.

"T-Tony?" Tessa, shivering feverishly, uttered loudly while walking further into the crapped living room with numerous water droplets drenching where she walked past.

"Tony?" Again, Tessa called, and she went to drop the jacket on the couch - it was fucking expensive and thankfully was packaged in a leather bag so wasn't soaked by the rain.

However, the couch had numerous envelopes sitting on it. With a shaking hand, picked them and, roaming her eyes sharply through the content, let out a sigh.

They were bills - unsettled ones, and Tessa was to make the payment. She was the sole one taking care of each of the expenses spent by both her and Tony.

"Shit..." Tessa was about to toss them when her eyes caught sight of...

"An invitation?" Apprehensively she reached for it and took the seal off, curiously reading through the content.

"A cordial invitation to the matrimonial union of... Tony Williams...and ... Mary Grey. Wh-wh-what..?"

Tessa's body shook more vigorously, and it wasn't due to the coldness of her clothes but utter shock.

What the fuck was she looking at? What is this?

A wedding invitation? - why in hell's name was Tony's name inscribed on it!?

The questions running through her head were countless, and surely were getting her system fucked up.

Tessa remained rooted to a spot, shaking like a leaf in the middle of a storm when footsteps were heard.

"Oh, the bimbo's back!"

That voice belonged to only Tony and, lifting her head slowly to meet him and someone else.

A dark-haired lady, about her age but with an evident baby bump, and had her hand entangled with Tony's.

"T-T-T-Tony? What's... what's... what's this! What the fuck is this?" Tears rapidly gathered in her eyes as she ranted raucously at him.

"She truly is a bimbo - dumb and blonde!" Mary placed her head on his shoulder, then sneered mockingly at a very unstable Tessa.

"I know right?" Tony's once affection-filled eyes were now filled with scorn for her. His lips curved into a heartless smile.

"I've been accepted back into the Williams Family but with my soon-to-be wife." He turned to Mary and his lips were unhesitatingly pecked by her.

"Huh...?"

She met Tony as a poor sad bastard - one who came from a wealthy family, but because of his perverted lifestyle, his parents temporarily disowned him.

Since then, she has been the breadwinner - the one providing for him.

Was this how she was going to get repaid? - in such a callous way! She wasn't deserving of this bullshit!

"I... I... clothed you! I fed you, Tony! I did everything for you - I've done every single damn thing for you, and you're leaving me! Yet you're getting married to someone else, Tony? Tony!" Tessa shook tearfully with every word escaping her lips, and he laughed out.

"And that's why you're a bimbo!" The cruel couple burst out into laughter, and Tessa's feet took steps backward.

"I...hate you." She spoke in a whisper and the next instant dashed out of the apartment.

It seemed the rain despised her whenever she stepped into it, and its downpour turned heavier.

Strong chilly winds blew and, with her tears pouring out unceasingly despite her shut eyes, fell on her knees.

In the rain thoroughly soaked, she felt her heart shattering to uncountable pieces and her quivering lips released an utterly pained yell.

"Why? ... Why! Why!!"

Chapter Two.

She had no more tears to shed.

The heavy downpour judging from its tempo would persist throughout the night, and possibly, stretch until the next day.

The chillness of the incessant winds, and the unhealthiness of staying in such weather for a lengthy period, didn't matter to her.

Nothing else at that point in her life was going to bother Tessa.

Her life as she knew it was over - there was nothing else worth fighting for, and the sole thing she desired so badly was to rid her soul of this hurt.

The aches circulating throughout would unendingly remain so until something else replaced it.

Dragging her feet under the rain, her thoroughly drenched self spotted the only building with an open door.

Rays of light were emanating from it and squinting her almond-shaped eyes intensely read the content scribbled on the wooden plank plastered above it.

"A... Pub?" Those plump lips of hers were cold, and pale - just like her body.

Tessa's complexion reflected how overly cold she was.

The bartender, a middle-aged man, could be seen cleaning through the glass cups, and then placing them on the shelf.

Since it was raining, countless thug-looking individuals were present - the venomous stench of cigarettes filled the place.

The frail wooden doors of the pub were pushed apart, and a soaked Tessa strolled in.

Despite the wetness of her body, her beauty couldn't be ignored, and the perverted ones among the thugs found themselves grinning.

Tessa played obliviousness to the lewd glances sent her way - she wasn't even alive enough to return their looks.

"A... bottle of tequila please." Her sweet voice came out shaky as she settled on a high stool, disregarding the uncountable drops of water sliding from her body.

The bartender began contemplating hard.

Was this beautiful young lady okay? And was it even advisable to give her alcohol?

"Sir?" Tessa uttered lowly again, and still feeling skeptical, he brought out a bottle and glass and then attempted to pour a potion for her.

However, Tessa was swift enough to snatch the bottle from his grip and, like an alcoholic starved of it for years, undid the cover and then gulped down a large content of it directly from the bottle.

"Miss!" The bartender was dumbfounded while the perverts already eye-raping her grinned.

"She's going to get drunk in a minute. Then we strike!"

★

"Master Doreen, do forgive me, but the rain is getting heavier. Shall I find a hotel for the night to be spent?"

The voice reeked of professionalism - it belonged to the personal chauffeur of Doreen Williams.

The tinted window glasses of the Bugatti Chiron were rolled up and as the unceasing balls of rain slammed on it, it was quite hard for any seated in the back to hear.

The chauffeur stole a glance at his Master Doreen from the rear view mirror and found out he was highly intrigued in watching a video on his phone.

The 6 '5 ft tall, jet black hair, otherworldly emerald green-eyed, and dead drop gorgeous gentleman seated elegantly in the back seat wasn't a phone addict.

Despite his jaw-dropping riches, he barely touched any devices that weren't related to wealth making, but for the past few days, Doreen became oddly interested in his costly phone.

"The famous masked ballet, 'Angel' what happened to her?" Such a husky and undeniably attractive voice belonged to none other than Doreen and as he questioned his chauffeur without even gazing at him, he curled his lips.

Oh? His master has become smitten by videos of the Gracious Angel.

Yes - playing on Doreen's phone screen was a video of a ballet dancer. Her moves, steps, body flow, and rhythmic twirls could captivate even the apathetic.

None, and absolutely no one, not even the blind, would be able to turn away from her whenever she began dancing.

The Gracious Angel - that was her name.

It was derived from the fact that everything, and anything, about her, screamed out graciousness.

Even her face, which was barely visible since she always wore a mask, was goddamn pulchritudinous.

Anything and everything sane wanted to glimpse at the ballet dancer - even if it was just once in a lifetime.

However, her fame, although lingering, diminished when she... disappeared.

"Sincerely Master Doreen, I and definitely like most others are oblivious of what happened to the Gracious Angel. She vanished from the face of the planet, apparently - without a single trace."

Doreen remained fixated on her video - there was something so utterly ethereal about her.

"Her birthmark is... charming." In an inaudible whisper, he spoke then caressed the screen.

Particularly, he brushed his finger against a spot on her curved waist.

She has a birthmark, yet that wasn't enough information to find out where she is.

"Master Doreen about stopping the car," The chauffeur's voice came again since the wind and rain were getting dangerous to drive in.

Wordlessly, Doreen glanced to his left and beheld a rather unsightly mini-building.

"I need a drink."

He mumbled and since the car was moving highly slowly, he opened the door and then stepped out.

"Master Doreen!"

The chauffeur called from within yet the classy suit-wearing handsome stud paid a deaf ear.

He marched straight to the pub and meant a rather conflicting scene.

There he stood at the entrance and watched a drunk, drenched young lady getting touched all over by thuggish men.

"Grab the bitch. Let's head into the bathroom at the back!"

Surely, they were intending to rape her and as much as it wasn't his business, his green eyes caught the sight of something.

"I...I beg of y'all to stop. Don't do anything bad to her! - what if this was y'all fucking sister?"

The bartender hated this, yet as much as he tried to talk the thugs from carrying on with their plans, it'd be futile.

"Stay out of this old man!" One unhesitatingly and so brutally slapped the bartender.

The poor thing fell straight to the fall with bleeding lips.

Tessa's soul was numb - literally and figuratively. She felt no pain, and no ounce of emotion, thanks to the excess circulation of tequila in her system.

The thugs were grateful and as one heaped her on his shoulder, he was sighted.

"Who's the rich-looking son of a bitch?"

Doreen was fully noticed by them, and surprisingly, he took a step forward. But it wasn't just a step, since so unexpectedly he rushed at them with a balled fist.

"Hey-"

One's words flew straight back into his gullet as a brutal punch kissed his cheek.

Blood escaped the other side of his crunched cheek and before any could comprehend what was happening, punches, kicks, and even slaps so aggressively and swiftly flew everywhere.

"Wh-wh-who are you, fucker!?" Highly dismayed at the abrupt yet quick downfall of his lewd comrades, the one holding unto Tessa shouted ragingly.

A gun was pulled out and again Doreen applied quickness.

He caught the hand the thug held the gun with and forcefully, taking it to his parted mouth, shoved it in.

"Respect women in your next life." Icily and without a shred of feeling, Doreen crushed his finger and pulled the trigger.

The bullet went straight into his head and before his body went lifeless on the floor, he quickly caught Tessa.

The bewitching lady was barely conscious and holding her like a bride in his arms, Doreen gaped at her face for a while.

"Shit."

~

Luck seemingly was by his side as a luxurious hotel room was found. His chauffeur truly was the best, he had called the police to clean up the mess his nasty has left behind.

Here he stood under the shower nude and drenched.

The lady he saved lay in the bed and still pondering on a way to undress, bathe, and clothe her without having any unholy thoughts was downright challenging.

"Fuck!" Doreen drove his fingers into his drenched hair but snapped his shut eyes when approaching footsteps were heard.

Gazing at the door, watched shockingly as she staggered in.

"I'm so... hot." Tessa tipsily began removing her wet clothes.

"Wa-wait..."

In only her unmentionables, she came into the shower, then threw her arms over his neck.

"Miss you shouldn't..." Unlike him who usually interrupts someone with a punch, she did such to him but with a hot kiss.

The flavor of tequila and the intoxicating sweetness of her lips got Doreen craving so much more, yet his willpower came into place.

"Will you come back to your senses?" He separated from it, but almost immediately had his lips claimed again.

His level of self-control lessened drastically once her fingers sensually caressed his ear and, literally saying 'fuck it' inwardly then groped her rounded backside.

"Ah!"

Tessa's bareback kissed the cold tiles of the wall and, with her feet departing from the floor, entangled it around his waist.

Their tongues fought for dominance as the air lingering around them turned intense.

She felt utterly hot, and Doreen had so little self-resilience in him.

"Do you... want this?" Breathlessly, he stopped and then questioned while staring into her eyes.

They were droopy, but to God, it aroused him the more.

"Y-yes. Yes!"

Again, and this time more wantingly, he claimed her lips.

*------*

Waking up the next morning, sheer pain could be felt in between her legs but something else was also there.

Tessa sharply threw the sheet off her unknowingly nude body, and shockingly found him lying there.

"Wh-wh-wh-who the fuck are you?" Overwhelmingly surprised, she questioned but in a whisper.

Tessa found it difficult to move when her birthmark located at her waist was being gaped so intently at.

His mesmerizing eyes were lifted to meet hers, and she held her breath - this man was beyond handsome.

"Tell me the truth, you're Angel, yes?"