Chapter 29 - Head back home
"Ahh," Iris moaned. Jasper's lips were on her neck, sucking on her soft flesh. Elias had cupped her breast, biting her earlobe. He moved closer, placing his lips on hers.
His expert tongue dived into her mouth when he squeezed her breast, making her gasp. He rubbed himself against his skin, wishing they got molded into one.
*ring* *ring*
Jasper groaned at the sound.
His hands traveled to her inner thighs, caressing the skin. Iris jerked at the call. "Ahh.. some on is- t-trying to c-call," she said in between heavy moans. Her eyes fluttered; she tried to push them away only to fail. "Ignore it, babygirl," Elias said between his kisses.
*ring* *ring*
"Fuck," Jasper cursed, picking up the call. "This better be fucking important, or I am firing you," he barked into the phone.
"I-I am sorry, boss, to ruin your honeymoon, but there is a tremendous problem at the company. You are needed here," Raj shakily spoke. "What," he snarled. This caught Elias and Iris' attention. He pulled away from his wife, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.
Raj quickly informed them what had happened. They needed to head back to the headquarters as soon as possible. Elias cursed under his breath. Jasper clenched his jaw and balled his fist. They were enjoying the best time of their life, and some fucker had to ruin it.
"What happened?" Iris's low voice broke them from their thoughts. She looked at them in worry. After spending some time with the brothers, she could tell from their looks; they seemed pissed.
"Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart," Jasper forcibly curbed, his fury caressing her face. He placed a kiss on the crown of her head. "We need to head back home," he muttered sulkily.
Home. The brothers could call the fancy castle; home rather than the cold squared rooms, which felt too big for them. The rooms that only heard cries and screams of kids now warmed with laughter.
The wretched place now felt welcoming. Previously, when they worked, they didn't care about sleeping in their office and working non-stop, but now they wanted to drop all the work and head home and spend time with their woman. Fuck her and spoil her.
It now felt homey, thanks to their little wife.
Iris sulked that this place was fresher than the crowded city. "Kitten, we will come back here again," Elias patted her head, seeing her crestfallen face. She nodded and started packing.
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The pilot bowed to them as they seated in the private jet heading back. Once the flight took off, Elias got up from his seat to make some calls.
"What the fuck you mean someone tried to steal from the server," he barked on his phone.
Iris's head snapped to the voice, he was at the end side of the plane, but she could hear his faint yellings. She could only imagine the intensity of his roar.
"Motherfucking hell," Elias spat out, hearing Raj's report. "Fire the IT head and get a new one. That old man has gone senile," he seethed, punching the metal frame. How dare they steal from him!
He needed to cool down. Raj cringed at the thud sound.
"Alright, boss," Raj squeaked out, turning off the phone.
Iris jumped at the loud thud. "He is angry. Let him cool down," Jasper scooted near his wife, placing her on his lap. He rubbed her back to calm her down. She meekly nodded, laying on his chest. Her heart raced. She did not want to face the angry Elias.
Jasper sensed her shiver. "He won't hurt you. Not with me here" he sternly told her. His brother was known for his wrath. He knew if he lost himself to anger, he was disastrous. They had never dreamed of hurting their wife except on the bed.
He kissed her forehead. Jasper knew it was best to let this problem be solved by Elias. He was a brute, and his simple crude methods got things done. His fury acted as a catalyst.
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Iris was jet-lagged from the travel, so she fell asleep immediately when her body contacted the soft mattress. She let out a content sigh, sleeping in her clothes without changing. Jasper changed and entered the room to find her already asleep. Since she was already wearing sweats, it was not uncomfortable to sleep in, so he decided not to change her clothes.
He spooned her, placing a kiss on her nape he felt in slumber.
Iris woke, stretching her arms, and did not see Jasper around. It was the first none of the brothers were present besides her. "Good morning to me," she mumbled, yawning. She looked at the side clock. It was around 8 am.
The warm shower was enough to wake her up. She changed into some comfy clothes and no makeup. She still felt a little out of space with the sudden change of time zone. But it felt good to be back here.
She walked towards the living area to see Jasper was already working on his laptop, sipping his bitter black coffee. How could he even drink it? She shivered, thinking about the taste.
He looked like a regular person in his simple white shit and sage-colored joggers, like a typical white-collared man working from home. Seeing him work so interesting, she somehow got attracted to his raven eyes, sharp jaw, and focused mindset. His ebony hair brushed messily apart as he pushed back his glasses.
Jasper felt eyes on him as he turned to see her. "Did you have a good sleep?" he asked, looking at her as she nodded. "Have some breakfast. I will join you once I complete this email," he said, turning back to his laptop.
Iris brushed her thoughts away. How could she be attracted to her captors?
"Welcome back, Iris," Peggy smiled, handing her a glass of chamomile tea. "Thank you," she beamed in response. Her dimples showed. She liked the lady. "Did Elias not return," she probed. "Master did not return," Peggy answered.
He must be exhausted with all the jet lag and lack of sleep. Plus don't know how much work he did last night. Iris played with the food. She worried about him, unknowingly.
"Good morning," he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Eat more," he urged. Peggy bowed at his presence and swiftly left. He grabbed a sandwich and munched. "I will be in the office, sweetheart. You can find me there if you need anything," he got up went to work. It must have to be a big problem, Iris thought to herself. They never wanted to leave her, and now they are so busy.
The brothers just wanted to get the work done as quickly as possible to spend more time with their wife.
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"I will head to the office now. You take a rest," Jasper said, buttoning up his suit. Elias gave him a weak nod, walking ahead to find his wife.
"Where is Iris?" he asked Peggy. "Madam is in the library," she bowed. Elias hastily brushed past her. After the long night, he wanted to see his wife. He missed her.
Elias saw her leaning on the couch with a heavy book in her hand. She looked engrossed. He just pulled her onto his lap, placing his face on her boobs. He hugged her like a soft toy. "I missed you," he mumbled. His action surprised Iris. "Please make some noise when you come in. It scares me," her heart raced like crazy.
He hummed in response, melting against her softness.
"You should take a nap," she commented, tracing his eye bags. His body shuddered under her gentle touch as he nodded. It felt good to be taken care of by someone.
He just placed her aside on the couch, his head on her lap. "Let me sleep like this," he tiredly mumbled, burying his face in her stomach. She did not argue because he looked exhausted. She played with his hair, lulling him to sleep.
He let out a sigh, closing his eyes.
"Elias," she gently called. Iris frowned when he whined in his sleep, hugging her closer. "You need to eat something," she poked his cheeks.
"No, I don't want to," he mumbled, hugging her closely. "Please," she cooed, seeing his sleeping face. He looked less scary and more like a child; she subconsciously smiled. Iris gently traced the scar on his left eye. How did he get it?
It was already the time of lunch.
Her legs felt sore. Elias's heavy head was on her for the past five hours, Iris' legs fell asleep.
Elias opened her eyes to see his wife's smiling face; his heart swooned. He placed a peck on her chin. The sleep was peaceful; she was always good at putting them to sleep; it felt natural.
Iris' presence felt comfortable. They would always feel relaxed. After marriage, they always had six hours of sleep. They would spoon her the entire night and wake up a little earlier to see their wife waking up; it was such a bliss. She was bringing so much change in their lifestyles even they were not aware of it.
"Alright," he agreed, getting up. Iris shook her legs to get off that tingling feelings. "I will change," he said. He had slept in the suit. It was uncomfortable but worth it.
"I will go ask Peggy to get the lunch ready," Iris headed to the kitchen. Damn, I have become a housewife, she said to herself. She brushed off the lethargy.
She missed hacking, being herself, going to groceries, living by herself. She felt like a trophy wife who had no worth other than pleasing her husband in her case, husbands and dolling up. Was this life she wanted to live? No, she did not.
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Iris twirled the pasta, taking small bites. I love pesto. She beamed. "Is the problem solved," she asked. They looked furious after the call. "It is done, kitten," he dabbed the corner of his mouth. With a smile on his face, she had worried about them. Things were slowly getting better. She would soon learn to accept them, like them, love them. The mere thought executed him.
He opened his mouth, shamelessly waiting for her to feed him. She shyly picked up the piece of cake, bringing it closer to his mouth. He promptly took a bite while licking her fingers clean, maintaining eye contact. "Delicious."
Iris's face turned red as a cherry. They both knew he was not talking about the cake. Would it hurt him not to flirt?
He grinned.
"I love seeing your blush; it drives me crazy," he commented, placing a kiss on her jaw. He smiled when he observed the blush travel to her neck. Her body shivered when he suckled on her neck. Such a sensitive kitten.
She coughed, turning away from him. "Aww are you getting shy," he teased, yanking her closer by the waist. His hot breath fanned over her red ears, while he curled his finger trailing over her nape.
"No!'
"You are such a doll."
"Stop."
"But I enjoy complimenting you."
"Enough!!!"
"Such a flustered kitten," he grinned when she gave him an exasperated look.
"What would make you stop."
"Then let me sleep some more on your lap."
"Alright."
To be continued...
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