I am Your Wife!

"What do you think about sleeping in my room tonight?" Charlotte asked Liam, who raised up his head with a bit of fear and worry about her spontaneous request.

"Uhmm.. I wouldn't want to be a bother, so my room is just fine." Liam replied with an awkward chuckle slipping from the edges of his lips as he spoke with his face a few inches from Charlotte's slightly pointed nipples.

"You know what? I'm not asking. You're sleeping in my room tonight. But before then, let's eat that cake and pop champagne. It's your birthday after all." Charlotte said with a straight face that Liam could not decode.

Was she being serious, and if she was, was this whole niceness an act to arouse her in order to fuck him over again? A dozen thoughts kept racing through Liam's head as he wore a fake smile which he considered a cautionary measure.

"Let me down." Charlotte said to Liam who was barely keeping eye contact with her.

Liam, unsure of what to do right or what to think wrongly, held her by her waist and a higher part of her voluptuous buttocks as her feet settled on the ground.

Charlotte proceeded to the kitchen in her enchanting nakedness which Liam's penis singularly applauded with intermittent ovations and liazard- style nods. The kitchen, which wasn't far from the table where they'd just had sex was a sight to behold as Charlotte extended her hand towards the freezer.

"Pour two glasses of Don Perignon Vintage 1995. Both at 9 degrees, please." Charlotte said to the Japanese automated freezer.

Liam, who had seen her do this before was still awestruck as he knew for certain that that freezer didn't come cheap and knowing Charlotte, there couldn't have been more than 12 of that in the world.

The freezer's mid- chamber tray slid outwards towards Charlotte and she picked both glasses and walked back towards Liam who had put up his fake smile act again.

"Here you go." Charlotte said as she handed him a glass and looked mischievously at him.

Liam, tense from her scary glare and her abnormal kindness, gulped the whole glass after a whiff of its royal aroma.

"I should get dressed." Liam said as she looked away from her face and towards his pants that were on the other side of the room on the floor.

"No. You won't be doing that. We are heading to my room now where we will both spend the night naked and asleep from our reckless pleasure. Who am I to you again, Liam?" Charlotte asked with a thin pitch of curiosity and slightly raised eyebrows.

Was this a trick question? Why was he shaking as though hell was a door away?

"You are.. my boss…" Liam, stuttering and slowly finding his words, said to her as she placed her claw-like fingers around the tip of the glass in her hand.

"No, Liam. I'd ask again, and you'd better not be wrong. Who am I to you?" Charlotte asked with a maleficent style evident in her voice as she took a step towards Liam whose baritone heartbeat she could hear from half a foot away.

"Uhmm… You are… oooffhh! my wife?" Liam asked with a sweaty face and a trembling voice as though he was on the edge of a cliff.

"Yes, Liam. I am your wife. And next time, before you flirt with a redhead, it would be Liamic of you to remember that." Charlotte said with a dead sense of humour and a passionate voice of command that scared his already wrinkled penis that sought shelter in his bones.

Was this what the steamy sex, the champagne and earlier was about? Why did she care about that?

"I wasn't flirting with her." Liam said with his head towards the ground in a low voice under his breath which she heard.

"Whatever the fuck that was with her, it's never happening again. You have a contract and I don't think you're in the position to have other lovers." Charlotte said with utter audacity before lifting her glass towards her nose for another whiff of luxury that caused her to moan.

"I've changed my mind. Don't bother coming to my room tonight. And clear this whole mess." Charlotte said to the evidently unhappy Liam as she pierced his nakedness with her scary glare each time she spoke.

"Okay." Liam said with a shallow breath accompanying his word as she dropped her glass, walked away and headed to her room.

What the fuck was that, all of it? Liam didn't know how to feel. She'd gotten into his head and messed with him like always.

He'd just had one of the most illustrious sex of his life but why was the thrill that was alive in him a few minutes ago no where to be found now?

"Ooppphhh!" Liam let out a deep sigh with his eyes dancing away from the cake which had been pierced in numerous places and long lines by Charlotte's finger nails before he walked towards his clothes and picked up his boxers and his trousers as his nakedness was becoming awkward to him.