Celina’s POV
How come he’s here? He left his office and came here instead? “You look like you can’t believe that I am here.” Jefferson said as he got out of his car.
“Mr. Scott,” Dennis greeted him and he only gave him a nod and looked back at me after.
“What? You didn’t want to see me here?” he asked,
“Of course not!” I exclaimed, “I was just wondering why you are here. Don’t you have work to do?”
“How can I let you go home alone from here?”
“So you came here just to fetch me?”
“What else?”
“You didn’t need to bother yourself with this. I am with Dennis and I am sure that he is not going to leave me here alone.” I replied,
“I know that, but I wanted to do that for you,” he said, and kissed me. Oh my gosh, I’m smelly and he was making me feel conscious of my appearance right now. I pushed him lightly, which made him crease his forehead. I don’t care about others seeing me in my gross appearance, but not with him. He worshiped me and my body and after seeing me and smelling me like that, I was afraid that he would never be the same with me again.
“I’m sweating and it doesn’t smell good.” I told him,
“You smell divine to me,” he replied, which made me widen my eyes in shock. Did he just say that in front of everyone when I could see and smell myself?
“Stop it,” I said, shyly, and he just chuckled.
“Are you done?” he asked after, and I nodded. He looked at Dennis who was now talking to the engineer and we both approached them.
“Mr. Scott, this is Engr. Mark. He is the one who supervises the whole thing with the help of his foreman.” Dennis introduced them and Jefferson took Engr. Mark’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Scott. It’s a pleasure working for you.”
“Well, I don’t actually get into anyone’s business. I handed the project to Dennis so I trust him with regards to the people he wanted to entrust the project with as well.” he replied, while he was holding my hand and playing my fingers with his. It became his habit every time we were together he would do that.
“The architect was really good and everything was specified in the plan very clearly.” Engr. Mark replied, smiling at me and looking at Jefferson. We talked and updated him on what we had accomplished and I could see in his face how satisfied he was.
“Mr. Sunji will be very happy with the update. As his partner, it was my great pleasure to inform him that we had found a very responsible contractor,” he said, smiling.
“Thank you very much Mr. Scott.” Engr. Mark replied, “We will not take your time anymore as we can see that you wanted to be alone with your, ahm..”
“Wife, Celina is my wife.” he replied, proudly and Engr. Mark nodded. “We will take our leave then,” he said, before he looked at me and took my hand. Of course, I will come to him willingly.
We were in his car and he started driving. “I bought some clothes, do you want to change?” He asked and I looked at him happily. He doesn’t know how grateful I am.
“Yes, of course. I’m sweating and need that very badly.” I replied, but he smiled at me sheepishly. Why is that?
“Then let me fu** you now,” he said, grinning from ear to ear while I was in shock. When I finally recovered, I really hit him.
“You pervert!” I exclaimed as I continued hitting him on his biceps and he was laughing so hard. Just what was wrong with him? I was so conscious that I was in his car, smelled like sh** and here he was teasing me?
“Awww, what’s wrong?”
“You asking me that? I already told you that I smell like sh** and that I was sweating and yet you still want to fu—-, oh my gosh Jefferson.” I answered in disbelief. I understand that if I smell so good and just come out of the bathroom, but I feel gross for Pete’s sake!
“I already told you that you smell really good to me,” he tried to talk back.
“Shut up Jefferson,” I cut him off, “I stink and all messy. I was working under the sun the whole afternoon!”
“Come on, my Celina.”
“No,”
“Please?”
“No,”
“Please, please, please?”
“No! No! No!” I said and looked at him. He was driving so he had to concentrate, but I still needed him to look at me, “Look at me, you pervert.” I said and he did, but drove a little slowly. “No way, I am not going to let you touch me when I feel like sh**. You got that?” I said and he continued driving.
“What are we doing here?” I asked. When we get into the hotel parking lot,
“You said you stink, so you could clean up.” He replied, but the sheepish smile was still on his face so I raised a brow at him. “What?” He asked, as if he was innocent.
“Why do I have a feeling that you are planning something?”
“What do you think I’m planning? You’re thinking too much.” He was smiling so I had a feeling that he was going to do something. Well, it’s not bad, but I don’t know. He buckled his belt after he turned off the engine before he got out of the car and went to my side to open the door and help me out.
“You better make sure that you’re not thinking about anything stupid, you pervert.” And he laughed, he was very obvious.
“I am not thinking of doing anything stupid now, my Celina, so you can relax.” He said that, but the look on his face was otherwise. We went to the reception first before a hotel staff member took the bag which he was holding, probably my clothes that he was talking about, and led us to our room.
The hotel was not as fancy as the one we stayed at in Kenom, but it was decent. Having something like this in the province, there must be a lot of tourist attractions we can go to. I looked at Jefferson and found him looking at me as well.
“What are you thinking, my Celina? I already told you that I am not planning on doing anything stupid, didn’t I? he asked,
“I was just thinking, if there is a hotel like this here, then there must be some tourist attraction we can go to, right?”
“Yes, do you want to stay for the weekend and look around?” I nodded and smiled exactly when he opened our hotel room door. We got in and the staff put down the bag in the living room and he left after Jefferson gave him some tips. He is generous, he doesn’t mind giving, no matter how little he is thankful for.
“My Celina,” he called, so I looked at him and there I found him grinning again. Just what was going on with him? “I want you now,” he said, and my eyes widened. Just as I thought, he was planning something.
“Jefferson, I told you, I stink. Just let me clean up first.” I said, but he didn’t let me go. Instead, he carried me and took me to bed. I was screaming and he was laughing,
“You idiot, you’re making me feel uncomfortable.” I said while trying to get away from him when he put me down on the bed with him on top. He looked at me with a serious face and said,
“It was exactly the reason why I wanted to make love to you. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me no matter how dirty or stinky you were. I am your husband who loves you so much, so there’s nothing to feel conscious about.” It was easy for him to say because he was not the one who stinks. “Just let me, my Celina. Let me tell you how much I love you, my way.” he added, and I knew that I cannot do anything about that.
I love him so much and the feeling he was giving me washes away all my shyness and shamefulness. He is all that matters to me and the fact that I could make him happy with it. I stopped struggling and let him do whatever he wanted to do with me and later, all I could do was scream his name as we went higher in ecstasy. He feels good inside me.