Chapter 7 Compromise

Waking up from hunger is a rare thing for me. I looked at Sean, who was sleeping beside me with a peaceful face; I rushed out of bed without causing anything to wake him up. I walk like a limp due to the pain in my groin; making love takes a lot of energy, and I regret my recent behavior that I rarely exercise.

I opened the wardrobe in this room; I didn't find a single outfit that I deserved to walk into the kitchen; who has the heart to put so much lingerie in this closet??! I rolled my eyes when Rani and Caroline's faces crossed my mind. Desperately, I closed the cupboard, whose contents were indecent, then looked around me, which was bathed in the dim light from this bedroom lamp; I managed to find Sean's white shirt that he wore yesterday at our wedding; I immediately put it on to cover my innocent body. The shirt looks enormous on me, but it's better than having to go to the kitchen in that damn lingerie; I'm going to look like a bitch.

I rolled the sleeves of this shirt up to my elbows; after buttoning all the buttons, I walked towards the door with quiet steps. Arriving outside the room, I rushed to the kitchen with a little run; my stomach couldn't wait to be filled with something filling. The villa's kitchen looks hygienic with a monochrome feel; I opened the four-door refrigerator carefully, and a triumphant smile appeared on my face, like a thief who got what he was about to steal. I took a red apple and bit it with big bites, then opened another refrigerator door; that second, I was struck with euphoria when I saw the complete refrigerator's contents. I found a delicious-looking bolognese sauce and took it out of the refrigerator; I wanted to cook pasta, a simple menu and quick to fill my hungry stomach. I haven't eaten anything since my wedding. I only managed to fit in two chocolate cupcakes which only finished in two bites.

The apple I ate was finished when my pasta was served with an aroma that could make my saliva drip. I sat at the bar table in the kitchen, and I felt I was lacking something; I jumped down from the model chair, which was as high as a bar chair, then returned to the bar. To the fridge to get a drink, I had no other choice but orange juice; the fridge contained mostly wine and champagne; I was curious about the taste of that classy drink, but I hated getting drunk.

After everything was ready, I started to eat my food. Sean surprised me by showing his shirtless figure in front of me.

"You cheated not to wake me up, even though I'm hungry too," he snorted, now sitting across from me.

"I didn't know you were hungry, pasta?" I offered while looking at him; a cheerful smile appeared on his face; Sean also left in front of me, maybe he will take the cutlery for himself, and the pasta I made is enough for us.

"Where's your plate?" I asked, confused when he only brought a fork; Sean pointed at my plate and pulled it in the middle so we could eat on the same plate. I blushed when I knew the idea; I looked at Sean, who was chewing pasta; I wanted to gauge his reaction to my cooking; for a while, he didn't say anything and just kept eating; I was saved from the food judges.

"How do you feel?" Sean asked between our meals; I stopped eating and looked at him, confused; what was he trying to ask?

"What kind of feeling? After the wedding or after we made love?" I asked innocently; Sean smiled, holding back his laughter; it made me even more confused; my Inner Goddess covered her face with an expression and felt embarrassed.

"Both," Sean replied; I thought for a moment, it's hard to describe how I feel right now.

"I'm fine," I said because I couldn't find the correct answer, then continued eating.

"Unless you're enjoying your chat with your damn ex-girlfriend."

Damn double! Why suddenly can't I control my speech?? My Inner Goddess plopped down on the sofa with an annoyed face; my senses stared in agreement because I brought up this topic, and she wanted me to discuss it again.

"Watch your words, Ariana," Sean said in a low, threatening voice; it made me want to challenge him even more; how dare he defend another woman in front of me?

"What's wrong with what I said? I was trying to be honest and open at the start of our relationship," I roared, then sipped my orange juice; our pasta finished, and we stared at each other.

"What do you want as the first step in our relationship, Ariana?" Sean tried to be patient and restrain his emotions.

"I want someone from the past not to mess up our relationship," I said, defying his gaze.

"Ariana, she's not a troublemaker; she-"

"She's just a troublemaker," I cut in quickly.

I will not back down this time; I must keep the woman away from our domestic life. Sean looked at me with a gaze as hard as steel, my guts shrunk a little, but I didn't want to back down an inch.

"She's my current business partner," he hissed with all the tension I could see; I chuckled as I rolled my eyes. It is worse than just an ex-girlfriend; I jumped off my bar stool, took our empty plates, and carried them to the sink. Wash it quickly and put it on the dish rack near the sink.

"She's the only person I think I'd be a good business partner and friend with."

I looked at Sean while leaning against the sink. What reason is that? I can't take it.

Don't back down now, Ariana!

"Are you jealous?" Sean asked, and I laughed like an idiot; where's his brain as a top CEO? Am I now like someone who just won the lottery? I walked over to the chair where I was sitting while eating.

"Does this debate look like we're discussing a comedy film?" I asked with an evident sarcastic tone; Sean looked at me with his cold gaze.

"Try to accept this situation."

I'm going crazy just talking about this. Freshen my hair in frustration, then inhaled hard, and then exhaled in the same way.

"I'm trying to accept a situation where you are free to decide anything for me; you tell me to give up my career, I obey you, you tell me not to care about my fans, I obey you, and when I ask you to stay away from your ex-girlfriend, you tell me to accept her existence between us? "

Never have I felt so angry about something like this, another first in my life. Silence stretched between us.

"I'll try to keep Atika from affecting our relationship." Sean erased the silence between us, and this time, I didn't get a satisfactory result, so I chose silence.

"It's up to you, but if trouble between us comes because of her-"I stopped to calm my turbulent mind.

"I'll give up," I finally said, then left Sean alone in the kitchen and headed for our room.

"Ariana, don't be like this." Sean stopped me as I was about to leave the kitchen. I looked down, not wanting to look at him, for my anger turned to sadness at this moment. Oh, shit! At times like this, I don't want to appear weak.

"What should I do, Sean?" I asked as I lifted my face to look at him, tears stinging the back of my eyes. Sean grabbed me and took me into his arms; tears came out without being asked; Sean inhaled the scent of my hair and kissed the top of my head; I cried for a few minutes without him trying to interrupt me.

I looked up at him; Sean looked at me with his glowing golden eyes.

"I thought you were a quiet woman who didn't like to argue, but quite the opposite," she commented with a smile that tried to cheer me up, and it seemed to work; it infected me.

"Do you regret marrying a woman like me?"

"Do I look sorry now?" he asked, which I only replied by looking into his eyes which were now like twinkling lights; I laughed lightly, and he laughed with me, too; we laughed at ourselves.

"Are you done crying and arguing? Because I want to get you out of the shirt you're wearing."

I gave him a glaring glare; his lips twitched against a smile, then, slowly, the golden Netra radiated a hot passion full of pleasure. My lower abdominal muscles reacted, and my groin throbbed, gathering the pleasure I had felt a moment ago.

"Ariana, you are everything to me," his words affect me; how can he say four words that contain the promise of sexual pleasure in one sentence?? My Inner Goddess is still snoring, but my senses haven't returned. When his lips fell on mine, my primitive desire awakened quickly, he cupped my bare ass, my arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted me, my legs wrapped around his hips; he took me in a hurry from the kitchen.

I feel Sean in a sitting position right now; it looks like he is sitting on the sofa while I sit on his lap.

"I know you're not wearing anything under this shirt, baby," he teased, which made me gasp for breath against the urge of passionate desire; Sean stroked the front of my body, which was still covered by his shirt, his touch made the butterflies in my stomach not stop flying, and my groin throbbed even more from holding my desire.

I'm getting closer to the top as Sean burrows into me in rapid motion while I sit on his lap.

"Come on, baby, give me your release," Sean ordered, which pushed me even more, to reach my release until I was shattered into pieces by a powerful orgasm by shouting his name; not long after that, Sean also reached his release by calling my name like a wish.

"Ariana!"

Then I collapsed on his shoulder; after silence, Sean moved by tucking my hair that had fallen over my face behind my ear.

"I will stand without taking mine out of you, don't move much," he ordered, which I answered with a resigned nod; I needed recovery from my terrible orgasm. Sean picked me up like a child and led me back to our room.

**

In the morning, when I woke up with the dawn just about to reveal itself to the horizon, I found my body being hugged by Sean like a victory flag under a blanket without wearing anything. I tried to move slowly, but my movement woke him up.

"Don't move too much, Ana, or you'll get a dawn attack," he threatened softly; I stopped moving and immediately knew what the 'dawn attack' meant; I think my body was tired enough to repeat our love.

"Am I going to stay here while you go to work?"

I felt Sean inhaling the scent of my hair, his face pressed against the back of my head.

"No, we're going to my apartment."

"Aren't you going to work? You're playing truant?!" I protested disapprovingly of that.

"I'm not an employee, Ariana; I have an office. I'm free to go to the office or not; besides, I can work in my office in the apartment."

I blushed at his powerful speech, but I thought it was natural.

"Besides, Agatha is very competent," he said again, my brow furrowed at the mention of Agatha's name.

"Who is Agatha?"

"My secretary, it looks like your memory is starting to get weak because of too much sex," he mocked, which made me snort; his blonde secretary was still there.

"Is she as competent as you say?" The doubt arises again based on fear.

"Yes, she is competent."

"Are you sure you don't influence her, and neither are you to her?"

I was surprised by the change in my attitude after meeting and marrying Sean Valentino.

"If I were interested in Agatha, I wouldn't marry you, Ariana." Sean's answer was quite flattering to me.

"Good answer; thanks for the flattery, Mr. Valentino."

I can feel Sean's smile in the back of my head, rubbing off on me.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Valentino. Is the debate over the secretary over?"

I nodded, and my Inner Goddess nodded in agreement; my senses just came out of nowhere.

"Shall we live in your apartment later?"

"For now, yes."

"For the meantime??"

"I'm building a house for us to live in later, I don't want to continue living in a small place like my apartment, and my mother is always nagging about it."

I smiled, hearing Sean build a house; there will be a family and children. My mind was distracted by 'children'; I wanted to talk about it, but my Inner Goddess reminded me with her sharp gaze not to do that now. Of course, I want to know his opinion about this because, honestly, for now, I don't want to have children; I still want to know a handsome man like a god who unexpectedly appeared in my life; Sean is like a riddle that I must find the answer to.

"I want to go to the bathroom," I said after a few seconds of silence; Sean moved to release his arms, then took him from inside me; my position was now with his back to him. I sighed as hers left mine, which suddenly felt empty but quickly returned to its original state.

"We shower together." Sean got out of bed with a rushing motion, then went to the side of the bed, pulled off my blanket, then carried me in front of his body regardless of our nakedness; I was surprised when he did all of that with a fluid movement, all I could do was give in and roll my eyes when I saw him. Sean took me to the bathroom with him.