As I observed the sleeping Atlas, I let out a heavy sigh. He has a strong odor of alcohol, yet it does not detract from his seductive aroma. Even his delicious scent seemed to be heightened by the rum he drank, which gave my senses a peculiar sensation.
Because of his intoxication, his entire face was red. Despite the fact that the air conditioning was on, he was sweating profusely.
As I saw his fullness, I let out a long sigh. I am having a hard time figuring out how to clean this man”s body. His imposing stature is not a joke. I would have a lot of trouble cleaning him up if I were you.
When I heard him sigh a little, indicating that he was sweating a lot, I frowned.
My hand was about to spit out the white towel I was clutching at him. He was brave enough to go drunk, yet he was unable to clean himself while intoxicated. Tsk.
He was unable to even walk to his room. It would have been fine if he had been a smaller man, but I could not bear to support him because of his stature and height. He stands at a height of nearly six feet. When standing next to him, everyone will appear little.
Every time he comes home drunk to our house, imagine my struggle.
We do not have a maid or a guard, and because we are the only two people living in his house, no one will be able to assist me in getting him to his own room if he is inebriated.
So it is fine with me if he brings someone else home on occasion. At the very least, I will not have a hard problem backing him up.
Before I decided to wipe my intoxicated husband”s body with lukewarm water, I had been staring at him for quite some time. As I closely observed his body, I smiled.
In the water, I soak the white towel that I just washed. I cling to it. First, I washed his face. His forehead furrowed slightly when the damp towel landed on his face.
I carried on with my work while wiping him clean. He is drenched in sweat.
When he stirred, I shook my head, but he did not wake up. I followed his neck after I cleaned his reddened face from excessive intoxication.
As I concentrated my attention on her sultry adams apple, I was taken aback. My throat suddenly became dry. To chastise myself, I swallowed hard.
Anna, no, do not go there. At myself, I coldly said. To clear my warped thinking, I shook my head.
I softly wiped the moist towel on his neck”s skin, rubbing it in. I swallowed deeply when the damp towel brushed his skin. Because I was so nervous, I felt that Atlas” chamber had suddenly become packed, and I could not breathe properly.
I can clearly hear my heart thumping wildly inside my chest. Because of the excessive force of my heart”s pulse, it is about to burst out of my chest.
I am no longer concentrating on wiping his chin. His gorgeous neck and slightly parted mouth are the only things on my mind right now. His lips were also swollen and red.
I forced myself not to be affected by the gorgeous man laying on the bed and shook my head again.
Anna, he has no idea what you”ve said about him, and he is not aware of it. Take pity on your husband”s plight.
In my fanciful head, the roar of my conscience.
I attempted to calm my rushing heart by closing my eyes tightly, but it dis not work.
I was taken aback as I finished wiping his neck. So, what is next? Anna, what are you going to do?
On his bed, I carefully arose from my seat. It is possible that what I did for him today was sufficient. Because I took care of him, I can no longer be branded a heartless wife, right?
Right! Anna, it is fine what you did. Keep your distance from him as soon as possible, since if you linger too close to where he is sleeping, something horrible will happen.
I seemed to be able to quickly walk away from my sleeping husband after obeying the direction of my sane brain.
I only get one chance to express what I want to say to Atlas. It is said to only happen once in a lifetime, and if this happens again, it will most likely be in a few decades, so I will take advantage of the fact that he is intoxicated to express my animosity towards him.
Because I was frightened to confront him in person, I am going to blame him for his terrible behavior on the fact that he is inebriated rather than on himself. Because he is so intoxicated, I am sure he will not remember what is going to happen tonight. He cannot even walk straight, so I am sure he will not remember anything I say or do, and I will tell him about it.
“Do you know how much I despise you?” I asked, staring right into his soft face.
The expression on your face is different when you are asleep and when you are awake, and anyone will be afraid of the way you stare when you are awake.” My issue. Before starting, I let out a long sigh.
As for me, I am really curious how you became the kid of Mama Lila and Papa Sandro, because it is not that their behavior is horrible, but that you seem to have been conceived out of bitterness because of your sour attitude.” I went on to say more. I sat down in his swivel chair as I moved up to him.
He also appears to be using this space as an office. I leaned on his swivel chair and stared carefully at him as I was comforted by his swivel chair.
Added: “You are cruel to everyone; you are callous; you have no concern for others; you do not care if you are already hurting others; you do not care if others are already hurting you if you can simply say what you want to say.” To him, I rolled my eyes.
“You know, every time you do that, I want to kick you hard in the face. I am just really holding back because you might be paralyzed if I do that.” I hissed at him.
“Do you know that I”m mad at you? You”ve never been kind to me at all. You always shout at me, insult me, and say hurtful words. It will catch me one day if I say that one by one, because you have done so much wrong to me,” I remarked fiercely.
After I said that, I became silent. When he moaned and turned to lie on the other side of the bed, I opened my mouth to speak again a few minutes later.
When he moaned and turned to lie on the other side of the bed, I opened my mouth to speak again a few minutes later. My teeth squealed.
See? The way this man acts is a total scourge. I was chatting to him, but now he”s lying there with his back to me.
As I was forced to stand up from his swivel chair, I shivered. When I realized I had no choice but to wipe Atlas” entire body, I let out a heavy sigh.
When I noticed that his clothes were already soaked with sweat, I scoffed. This man should be able to recognize when it is time to stop drinking.
Every time he got drunk, he couldn”t take care of himself.
Because of his large body, it is tough for me to take off his clothes. When I eventually took it off, I was pouring with sweat. I feel as if I am working out and running a marathon of a kilometer.
As I glanced at him, I gasped.
Then I went ahead and took off his shorts that he was wearing. I did not want to do that since I thought I was taking advantage of his inebriation, but I knew it would make him sweat, so I took it off so he could sleep comfortably. I also took off his socks.
I avoid glancing at his lower body while I clean his big chest.
I am not interested in seeing what is there. He is merely wearing a boxer shorts! Help me, please, God.
As I scrubbed her body with a wet towel, my cheeks reddened rapidly. Even if I am not eating anything because of him, I could not stop swallowing.
In my mind, I am running out of breath. With my palm, I fanned myself. I switched my attention to the air conditioner, which was set on, but why does the temperature in Atlas”s room seem to be rising as time passed?
When the towel touched his muscular stomach, I closed my eyes tightly.
I can see his six-pack abs, and when I think about it, I cringe.
I would like to get away from it, but I”m not sure I will be able to achieve it. His strange appearance in front of me looked to me to be mesmerizing.
I am thinking of going to church tomorrow or, even better, confessing my sins. I am doing this because I am so ashamed of myself.
I had no idea I was wiping his abs tenderly. When I recognized that, I shook my head. It took me a while to realize that I was going to withdraw my palm away from his stomach when I noticed a drop of water flowing down his tummy. On the towel I was holding, my grasp tightened.
I had no idea how a man”s abs would effect me like way.
I used to be hesitant to dislike men who had abs. I do not like them since I do not like looking at their large bodies, but I was not expecting Atlas” abs to have such an impact on me.
I have seen a lot of muscled men, practically all of whom are gorgeous and have strong physique, but I have never felt this way just looking at them.
At the time I was going to leave Atlas” room, I felt his grasp on my hand, but it was not enough to damage me. When I felt the warmth of his palm holding me, my body tightened. Apparently I poured something quite cold.
When I saw his malicious sneer at me, I was stunned as I carefully approached him. Despite his considerable intoxication, I am not sure how he manages to stay awake. Because he is probably too inebriated, he is staring at me with gleaming eyes.
He slurred his words and asked, “Where do you think you are going, huh?” Between the words he says, he even hiccups.
He gave me a broad grin.
I was taken aback when he smiled at me. Oh. My. Goodness.
The ever-ruthless and frigid millionaire, Alessandre Atlas Villareal, just grinned broadly at me! I am so sorry! Is it already the end of the world?
Is it possible that I am having a mental breakdown? Perhaps I was dreaming, but in my dream, Atlas was smiling at me.
I asked him cautiously, “W-Why?” With all of my nervousness, I could not even breathe.
With mingled hunger, his sneaky eyes glanced at me. The way he gazed at me horrified me.
“Come here and sleep with me,” he offered with a big smile.
He is like a youngster who takes care of his mother or father. Because of the suddenness of what he was doing, I could not move right away.
I stuttered to respond, “Y-You were saturated in sweat, so I removed the clothes you were wearing.”
I did not pay attention to anything he said. I am looking forward to his skilled hands, which are already all over my body.
“Ahuh,” he said with a naughty grin on his face.
It is only now that I have been able to see his mischievous side. He has the look of a child taunting his playmate.
When I felt his hand caressing my back, I clenched my mouth tightly. When I felt him teasing the hook of my bra, I almost leaped. I was not unhooked by him, but he licked it.
With his raspy voice, he said, “You look so sexy when you are biting your lips like that.”
As he brushed his tongue over my earlobe, I firmly crumpled the bedsheet. He done that a lot of times. I could not help but be enthralled by what he was accomplishing.
He is nipping and nibbling at my neck’s most vulnerable area. What he is doing to me appears to be driving me insane.
As he moved his face away from my neck, I chased my breath. There is a feeling that I’m running out of breath.
I had hoped Atlas would cease licking my neck like a lollipop, but I was mistaken.
From where he had buried into my neck, he smiled brightly at me and stared at my face. While staring at me, he even licks his lips. Because of what he did, I was devastated. I couldn”t stop myself from letting out weak groans when he kissed my neck again.
As Atlas nibbled at the sensitive region on my neck, I softly moaned, “Oohh!”
I am not sure what is going on with me, but one thing is certain: I want this.
I adore how he licks my neck, how he touches me, and how he interacts with me.
I did not realize I was only wearing a brassiere and pantyhose because I did not have any clothes on.
I followed his movements as soon as our lips contact. I was still fumbling at first because I did not know how to kiss properly, but Atlas taught me effectively and I was soon able to follow his tongue”s movements.
While his hand is focused on my chest, we are nibbling, licking, biting, and tasting each other”s mouth.
He was able to unhook my bra in a flash. I am not sure how he managed to kiss me and feel my body at the same time, but he is doing a great job.
I fully lost all inhibitions in my body when his favorite slid on my chest. I had no idea what would happen if I let him do whatever he wanted.
I have not even considered the ramifications of what we will do. All I know is that I am enjoying the warmth of his body next to me. I love hearing him moan my name and touch me like though I am a frail woman who will undoubtedly be masked if he mistakenly grabs me. I adore how soft he is when he touches me.
Most importantly, I realize one thing as we kiss under his dimly lit room”s gloomy bulb. I realize how much I adore this man. I like how his irritated brows are wrinkled. I like how his brown eyes blend in with his ocean blue eyes.
I adore everything about this man, and I am confident that I will have no regrets in the morning. I knew he was the one I wanted to get me, and I was confident in myself that he was the one.
I made a commitment to myself while we kissed and pampered each other. This is the first and last time I will hand my womanhood up to him, I swear. He is my husband, and he is mine alone, despite our difficult connection.
I am not sure what the future holds for me, nor am I sure what will happen to our relationship, but I will be brave enough to face them all. Whatever it takes, I will fight for my husband and our marriage.