ALESSIA
Claude indeed fulfilled his promise of five rounds. However, they weren’t consecutive; there was a break between each round. The fifth round took place in the early morning and didn’t quite last until sunrise. When I finally woke up, it is already eleven in the morning. My entire body ached, from my neck down to between my thighs.
I grimaced as I tried to place my foot on the floor. I silently cursed and sat on the edge of the bed. How am I going to make it to the bathroom if I was struggling to even stand?
I didn’t have wings to fly wherever I wanted to go. Claude is no longer in bed to help me either. What am I supposed to do? I needed to pee urgently. Should I crawl as I had considered doing last night?
This was all Claude’s fault. My husband had too much energy.
I grimaced. I looked around the room, searching for something to help me get to the bathroom quickly. I needed something to hold onto to leave my spot.
Instead, my eyes landed on the phone beside the lamp. I picked it up and called Claude. I needed his help.
After just two rings, I heard my husband’s voice. “Good morning, Sweetpea!”
I frowned. “What is good about this morning?”
“Huh? Are you mad, Sweetpea?”
“Why wouldn’t I be mad? I need to pee, but I can’t step on the floor. My body is sore, I could not even get up from bed. You’re such a nuisance!”
“Oops! Sorry, Sweetpea. I’ll come to the room right away. Wait for me.”
Claude hung up, and I put the phone down and lay back down. I gently rubbed my abdomen to ease the soreness I felt.
Before long, the door opened. “Sweetpea, I’m here now,” Claude said with a smile as he approached me.
I glared at him. “Help me up,” I demanded.
Claude didn’t move immediately. I noticed he was staring at my hand, which is still rubbing my abdomen.
“What’s your problem?” I asked, puzzled.
“Are you pregnant, Sweetpea?”
My eyes narrowed, and I slapped his crotch, which was starting to bulge again.
Claude winced and clutched himself.
“Are you crazy? How could I be pregnant when you keep wearing me out?”
“Sorry, Sweetpea. I just can’t help it. You’re so irresistible. You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
I felt like throwing up at my husband’s words. He had such a sharp tongue. “Idiot! Just take me to the bathroom before I hit you again!”
Claude quickly moved to lift me. He helped me stand next to the toilet bowl. “I’ll help you,” he said, lifting the hem of my nightgown.
I pushed his hand away. “No! I can handle it myself. You better leave before something else happens. I know your filthy mind. You’re already thinking of ways to score with me again,” I said bluntly.
Claude raised both hands in surrender. “Guilty as charged, Sweetpea. But I’m not going to leave. I’ll just stay out of the way in case you need my help,” he replied, stepping back and leaning against the door.
I rolled my eyes but was too desperate to pee to argue. I lowered my underwear and sat on the bowl, no longer caring if Claude was watching me. He had already seen everything before.
“Do you know, Sweetpea, you’re the only one I’ve ever done this with? I’ve never felt this way with any other woman. The feeling of wanting to possess someone over and over again without getting tired of it.”
I rolled my eyes again. My husband had such a dirty mind, and his mouth is just as unrestrained.
“Get out. I want to take a shower,” I said after I finished peeing.
Instead of leaving the bathroom, Claude stepped closer to me. “No problem, Sweetpea. I’ll bathe you.”
I glared at him. “You’re unbelievable! You’re planning something again, aren’t you?”
“No, Sweetpea. Trust me. I just want to help you shower. That’s all. I won’t touch you. You need to rest. We can continue tonight.”
I scoffed. “You better stick to that! If not, you’ll be in big trouble!”
“If I do anything you don’t like, I’m willing to abstain for five days. I can probably last that long without any action.”
“Ugh! You’re so annoying, Claude! Your mouth drives me crazy!”
Claude scratched his head. “I’ll overlook your swearing, Sweetpea. But please don’t talk like that in front of Adrian.”
“I don’t act like this around your son. Only with you do I lose my temper. It’s because of the things you say. Your mind and mouth are both so filthy.”
Claude didn’t say anything more. He helped me take off my clothes and brought me under the shower. True to his word, he only bathed me.
However, I found myself heating up after my shower. I bit my lip as my husband helped dress me.
“C’mon, let’s go. I know you’re hungry. I had Pearl prepare lunch before she left,” Claude said, referring to one of our house helpers, lifting me in his arms as we left the room.
“I wish we had an elevator here like in your mansion,” I suggested as we descended the stairs.
“I’ll install one in the new house I’m building. It’s taller and more spacious,” Claude replied.
My eyes widened. “Huh? You’re building a new house? Where?”
“At the Lamar Homes. When it’s finished, we’ll stay there on weekends. During weekdays, we’ll stay here since the location of the new house is far from my office and your shop. It would take too much time commuting every day if we lived there all week.”
“Okay. But why do we need so many houses? There are only three of us. This house is big enough.”
“We still need it, Sweetpea. If we have more kids, we won’t fit in this house. There are only four bedrooms here. If we have two more kids, we’ll each have our own room, and the kids won’t have a playroom. That’s why we need a bigger house. You also don’t want to go back to the mansion.”
“Let’s just stay here. It’s embarrassing to stay at your parents’ house. You can afford to buy and build a house. Oh, by the way, where is Adrian? When are your parents bringing him back?”
Claude sat me down before answering. “Mom called earlier. She said Adrian will stay with them for now. They’ll bring him back tomorrow afternoon. So, it’ll just be us until then.”
I blinked. My in-laws had really taken a liking to our son, which I had always worried about.
“Why are we the only ones here? Where are the maids? Shouldn’t they be here now?”
“I sent the cook and the cleaner home. They finished their work. Only the laundry and ironing staff are left.”
“Just two of them?”
Claude nodded. “Let’s eat.”