~ IMOGEN ~
"Oh, yeah. That's so good, baby … yeah… uh…" I moaned, enjoying the pleasure Hames was giving me.
He stopped all of a sudden, tilting his head. "Dear wife, it's just a massage. You're making dirty sounds over a simple massage. Anyone who hears you from outside might think something else is happening.
"Shut up, ignore the sound and resume massaging me with those magical hands of yours, dear husband." I turned around, lifting my shirt a bit. "Give my tummy a nice massage, then return to my back."
"Wow, the mighty CEO of HamIX International is giving someone a massage for free, when there are massueues or physiotherapists I can call to come give you a massage."
"I don't need a masseuse, and definitely not a physiotherapist. I need you."
"You need me?" He smirked.
"Yes, your hands are magical, I love them."
"So we're starting with body parts? You'll love my hands, then arms, then other parts of my body till you love me as a whole." He said and started massaging my tummy.
"Maybe," I chuckled, shutting my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his hands on my skin. The massage had a different feeling attached to it since it was from Hames; a feeling that was causing a spark in me.
"You'll definitely reward me for this."
"Sure, whatever."
He massaged my tummy and arms while I tried my best to not make any sounds, ignoring the fact that his hands were moving a little bit too high for a tummy massage.
"I had a dream this morning, a dream about the first day I fell in love with you."
"Really? I'm so interested in this dream of yours."
"I had seen you a few times at Kade's office but I never really paid attention since your offices were separate at the time. I was probably like, 'whoa, nice backside,' '' pervert, "or not even looking at your face."
"Till one day, when you moved into your new office in Kade's office room, then I was able to see you completely. Your beautiful face made my heart skip beats, I had never seen anyone as beautiful as you. Everything about you was just perfect and I was only interested in being with you immediately."
"I had never believed in love at first sight till that day I noticed you. I knew I wanted you, I had never felt that type of attraction to any other woman. Your voice was like the voice of an angel, your gestures were like intoxicating arrows shot into my heart. I instantly went crazy. Kade noticed it and asked. I inquired about you from him, started stalking you, physically and on social media."
"I was gradually losing interest in women, being the playboy I was, but was too scared to speak with you, which had never happened in my entire life; scared to talk to a woman. I was always thinking and dreaming about you, my life was in a state of confusion."
"Anytime I tried to talk to you and probably let you know my feelings for you, you always gave me a disgusting look, though you were clearly trying to control it, and the only thing that could be read on my expression was fury, irritation, the face of a devil, no matter how hard I tried to control it too."
"You never stayed for long whenever I was in Kade's office, you always left as soon as you could. I tried to distract myself by hooking up with other women but it started feeling like I was cheating on you so I had to stop it. Believe me, it was damn hard and still is, but as long as I see your face, I'm fulfilled."
"To cut the long story short, I'm married to you and now giving you massages, treating you like the Queen you are and hopefully, someday, you'll appreciate me and feel lucky to have me as your husband as much as I do."
I opened my eyes with a smile. Though he was massaging me, he looked lost in his thoughts.
"I definitely appreciate you and feel lucky to have you as my husband." I made that known to him.
He smiled, leaning closer to me. I was expecting a kiss but got a nose boop instead. Nevertheless, it made me giggle.
"I love you so much, Imogen." Yes, I got a kiss! Though it was short, really short, I still loved the feeling.
"Thank you, I appreciate that as well."
He resumed massaging me. "I love these bum shorts, you should wear them more often." He said, holding the waistband of my bum shorts.
"If you want me to then I would."
My shirt had returned to covering my stomach again so he had to lift it up. "Why don't you take off your shirt for a perfect massage?" He said jokingly.
Without thinking twice, I sat up straight and slipped the shirt over my head, remaining in my bra.
His eyes widened. "I—I was only joking."
"I know, but I want to get rid of it, it's discomforting. Massage me," I smiled smugly.
He resumed giving me massages. "How on Earth am I supposed to…" he trailed.
"Supposed to what?"
"Never mind, I'll just massage you and nothing else."
He massaged me for a while, stopping at short intervals to just trace circles and lines on my body.
"Mom would like to see you after we return home." He said.
"Mia, Lila, and Nikita would love to as well so we should host a family dinner to spend time with all of them. I miss them so much."
"Mia— Mom, same person."
"Yeah, I call her whatever comes out of my mouth."
His phone started to ring. "I'd have to leave you and miss a chance to keep staring at those babies," he groaned.
I burst into laughter. "Just answer the call."
"It can wait," he simpered.
"Answer it."
"Fine, I will." He rolled his eyes, climbed off the bed to pick his phone on the table and obviously answered the call. "Hello?"
There was silence but his face read shock. He gazed at me with his chest rising and falling faster than normal. "No!" He hollered, startling me.
His body began to shiver, definitely not due to cold, bringing worry upon me.
"Uh… I'll— I'll let you… I'll call you later." He returned the phone to the table and sprinted to me.
"What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Why… nothing… why'd you think … uh… did I say anything?" He scoffed nervously.
"Something is definitely wrong."
"Okay, fine. Something is wrong. We have to return home as soon as possible. If it's possible, tomorrow, or tonight."
"Okay, but why?"
"There's a lot to handle in the company, my manager can't do it alone anymore, I need to be there so we're returning tomorrow. Call Faith over to help you pack your bags."
"We shouldn't leave tomorrow." This was going to ruin the surprise I wanted to plan for him as his reward.
"Sweetheart, we have to. I have to leave right now. I love you."
"Where are you goi—" he cut me off by giving me a short kiss.
After wearing a jacket over his shirt, he took his phone, wallet and keys then stormed out of the room.
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"Why are we leaving already? I thought we were going to return next week." Faith said, folding my clothes into my travel bag.
"Please be gentle with that red dress."
"I will." She gently folded my red dress into the box. "Just when I'm about to find the love of my life, we're leaving?" She clicked her tongue.
"It's not my fault. If you have a problem with it then complain to my unpredictable husband who hasn't returned home yet." I frowned, remembering how he just left without an explanation for leaving.
She chuckled, earning a glare from me. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't be. I'm so pissed off with Hames right now. He has ruined my chance to surprise him and also make him feel special too."
"Wow, what did you plan to do?"
"It's ruined now because we're returning home. He'll be too engulfed in his work to even have time for me."
"That's not true. You'd definitely have time for the ones you love." She closed the travel bag and picked up another empty one.
"Really?" I scoffed. "You know nothing about Hames. I've worked as his secretary enough to know that whenever it has to do with his work, he dedicates all his time to it and definitely doesn't like distractions. He already loved me, while I was working as his secretary, but he still never made time, not even for his mother." I pouted.
"As his secretary, you'd be—"
"Faith, let's forget about that and pack my bags. I'll help you pack yours too." I started arranging my makeup materials into its box.
She burst into laughter. "Help me out with my bag? I'm your Maid, it's not the other way around."
"You're also my friend and it's really not such a bad thing to help you out if you're helping me, as a friend."
She opened her mouth to say something but my phone chimed which automatically distracted her.
I grouchily took the phone from the bed to read whatever message just popped in.
I was expecting a message from Hames but it instead a message from an unknown ID and it read:
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Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you really love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm in Paris right now, it'd make the job easier. I still want to have a little fun and not kill him on time, so you should return because you'll be tagged as a widow if I bump into him here in Paris.
Your dearest, ;-);-)
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