Chapter 7 7

~JESSICA~

Clinton drove us to his apartment. I didn't complain or say anything, as he had just saved my life.

I was in the bathroom cleaning up, and when I was done, I went to his wardrobe and searched for his pajamas. I didn't want to put on just anything as I wanted to look attractive-well, I need money-clearly it's only him who could help me at this point, so seducing him was a great choice. I only put on his shirt, which only covered my ass.

I went to the living room, and I spotted him in the kitchen; he had removed his shirt just in his trousers, and guess what? He was holding a pan. I stood by the door with crossed legs as I watched his moves. He was humming to a song, then as he turned, he noticed me.

"Just in time for dinner, are you hungry?" He asked as he dished the food. My eyes were on his six packs; I've never seen such a sexy man in my life.

"Maybe." I playfully responded as I sat on the kitchen counter; he was avoiding eye contact with me.

"You didn't find the pants?" He asked.

"I did; let's just say I'm feeling hot."

"Hot after a shower?" He questioned; he looked nervous.

"Yes, weird right?" I joked. He just nodded and continued dishing; I was clearly getting to him.

He finished dishing and started taking the food to the dining table.

"Dinner...dinner is served." He said he sounded nervous, but why? It's not like it's the first time he's seen my body. I woke up two times naked in his apartment.

"I thought you didn't know how to cook." I commented as I took my seat.

"Oh yes, I just learnt." He said as he took his own seat, his eyes still avoiding mine.

"I see, it smells good." I commented as he started dishing, and once again my eyes found their way to his chest. I intentionally brought out my hand and touched them, and he flinched.

"Wow! I didn't know you exercise." I commented.

"Yes, sometimes...Enjoy." He said, and I took my spoon, "You really look beautiful in my-"

"I know, that's why I chose it. Tell me something."

"Yes, anything?"

"The night we got married, did we have sex? Because I woke up naked and-"

"No, you were very drunk. I'm not one to take advantage."

"Even if it's your wife?" I playfully asked as I licked my spoon.

"Yes, I prefer she willingly give herself to me. Let's eat." He said, and we continued eating. I just couldn't understand why he was avoiding me like this.

"What car do you like?" He asked out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Your favorite car," he said.

"Any as long as it's fast, of course." I said, and he nodded to my response.

After a few minutes, we were done. I was in the bedroom waiting for him as he was on a business call.

I was struggling with my posing angle; I needed to give him a sexy wife vibe. If we were married and hadn't yet consummated our marriage, it was good as dead. Now I needed this marriage more than ever, with my job, and maybe get back at Jade. Yes, that's the goal-get Jade back.

Then he walked in. I was in the middle of the bed posing; my thighs were out-any man could tell what I was trying to do. He instead ignored me and took his laptop.

"I'm working late," he said and left, closing the door without even a last glance. Was I losing my charm? I quickly got up and rushed to the mirror. I looked at my body-especially my boobs and ass. Was it getting out of shape, or why was he not moving?

I didn't like giving up, so I followed him in the living room. He didn't seem to be working at all; instead, he was seated watching a film. Well, maybe this was my chance.

"This is actually my favorite film." I lied and joined him on the couch. He awkwardly moved; he was clearly avoiding me. Was he shy? I mean, that won't be possible because weeks ago he was cornering me.

I intentionally touched his lap, and he moved. I cleared my throat before jumping on top of him. It was a scary part; it didn't really scare me; I just took advantage of the situation.

I was still on top of him now; his hands were on my back, and for some reason his hands were running down my back. We were staring into each other's eyes, our lips nearly brushing; now, from up close, I could see the desire. He was craving for me as much as I was.

I joined our lips, and at first he didn't respond until I licked on his lip. That's when he aggressively attacked my lips. He was sucking and slightly biting on them that I lost breath; his hands were running down my back inside the shirt. My ass was bare to him, and I could feel his erection on my thigh. My fingers ran in his chest down to his pants, and as I tried to unzip his trousers, he held me back and pulled away.

"It's late." He said, confusing me.

"I don't mind." I said and tried to kiss him but he turned away.

"No, I'm tired." He said as he stood up, leaving me on the couch. I honestly didn't understand what was happening. If I wasn't attractive to him, then why did he marry me? I knew I shouldn't look desperate, but I was, not for his dick but for money. I needed money.

I stood up, and looked him up. I glanced down at his erection, which looked like the trouser was going to burst at any moment. It was a sign he was feeling me. I went close to his ear, my tongue slightly licked on his earlobe-his eyes were closed, then I whispered.

"I'm horny." He recoiled at my words and then moved away from me.

"I can't. I'll join you in a bit; I have a business call to make." He said and made his way to the kitchen.

That's it; I was not going to try any longer. I rushed to the bedroom frustrated and headed straight for bed. I didn't even bother to check my phone, as I was still mad at Loren.

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It was early morning, and I woke up to that same alarm. I wondered why he even set the alarm as he was already up. I walked to the bathroom and headed for the shower, and after I was done, I went to the wardrobe, and to my surprise, my clothes were there. Even the ones from the first night.

After putting on my dress, I headed out and surprisingly met him in the living room already dressed. I was a little shy with how he rejected me last night.

"I guess last night I was a little drunk or traumatized." I said intending to apologize.

"I know," he said as he brought out his hand for me. I took it and was shocked with the way he pulled me to his chest only to push hair from my face, "You look pretty." He commented before I heard someone clear their throat.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Clinton." It was his house help, I responded while Clinton nodded.

"Matilde, this is my wife Jessica; love Matilde." He introduced us, and I smiled in return.

"I'll always be here if you need anything." She politely said with a smile on her face.

"Matilde, we are heading out; see you soon. Please prepare my favorite dish. I want my wife to taste it." He said before leading me out while holding my hand. I honestly was starting to get confused with his sudden behavior.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he closed the car door for me.

"Somewhere special." He responded before he started the car.

"Remind me why you don't have guards again." I joked.

"Because I can take care of myself." He responded, looking all serious, which reminded me of yesterday.

"Thank you." I didn't get a chance to thank him.

"You're welcome." He responded, and then I realized he was driving towards Jade's location-wait, actually towards Jade's apartment.

Did he bring me to my ex's apartment? Did they perhaps play a prank on me? Did Jade talk to him to humiliate me?