Chapter 82: Chapter Eighty-Two: Duties of a husband
"Clair?"
"What?!"
"Who wrote out the contract?"
"Me, is there a problem?"
"There's a sexual intercourse clause."
"Yes, and?"
James pursed his lips. "Why?"
"Why not? Do you think I'm just going to throw away my marriage experience because of you? I want all the benefits of marriage brings, and if you can't comply start signing the divorce papers, they are on the left side of the folder." Clair's voice sounded muffled.
She was sitting on the floor with a blanket over her.
She was acting like a damn child, but she couldn't help but be embarrassed by her own boldness sometimes.
"You didn't even give me a wedding night. Do you realize how shamelessly you have been ignoring your duties as a husband? I want sex, okay? I have needs too! Plus, whoever doesn't like sex is a weirdo? Tell me your highness are you one of those weirdos?" She continued to toss all the blame onto him.
"If you don't sign the document, I will file for divorce." She threatened.
As soon as she did, James slipped the folder back to her with a signed contract.
"What... did you even read it?!"
"I'll read it later."
"What kind of businessman signs a contract before even reading it?" She opened the door, glaring at him.
"It does not involve business, but keeping my wife." He answered, walking past her.
"I need to shower first, you can wait on the bed." His words left her rooted to the ground, not knowing to react.
This- this.... this man completely misunderstood her words! Just because she wants sexual intercourse doesn't mean now!
Is that why he signed it so quickly? Was this him agreeing to bed her?!
Clair panicked.
She took a deep breath and packed her backpack for the weekend.
She would make him sign the documents and then disappear for the weekend to forget all the embarrassment and gather her courage to face him again.
And, hey? Why can't she just leave right now right?
Anna will surely celebrate once she sees that she's early for once!
Anyway, she finished packing and scratched the thought of reaching there early. It would be more fun to watch Anna gulp down all her annoyance and force herself not to lash out at her for being late in front of everyone. Her funny expressions always made her chuckle.
Once done she got ready, and immediately wrapped the surrounding blankets, shutting the light of the lamps and the same with her eyes. She was quiet and still. Nobody, not even herself, could convince her she was not sleeping. She somehow manifested that she would fall asleep before James arrived back.
'Wait, why should I be afraid?' She thought to herself, her nose wrinkled in uncertainty.
He WAS joking with her, right?
Yeah!
A little thing she would never allow her body to show in front of others. Not how her fingers would twitch or how the shape of her lips would change once she felt a certain way. A small smile appeared on her lips at the thought of him actually agreeing to the clause. She wondered how that would play out because God forbid she suddenly pounds on him.
Sheesh, she needed better self-control. She needed that self-control he had because she was a goner for handsome and scrumptious men.
A few minutes later Clair ended up asleep. All her thoughts had driven her into a peaceful sleep. James witnessed this when he exited the bathroom. He laughed at how tightly she had wrapped the sheets around her body.
Did she think he was serious?
He furrowed his eyebrows and got back to the folder, taking a seat on the edge of the bed he started reading through the contract and highlighting arrangements he did not agree with. Once again he came across the sexual intercourse clause and he felt heat rise to his neck.
Massaging his forehead, he pursed his lips at the descriptions and arrangements for their future sex life.
"Is she serious?" His expression went blank in complete disbelief, as he read her very DETAILED instructions and descriptions.
…..
In the middle of the night, Clair ended up being wide awake. She got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen, where she picked up a heated pad and placed it on her stomach.
Laying down on the sofa, she closed her eyes and groaned.
She whimpered and closed her eyes, only to open them instantly when she heard footsteps approaching.
James lowered his head from the back of the couch as if checking to make sure it was her.
"Sorry, did I wake you?"
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Stupid cramps." She replied and closed her eyes again.
"Oh!" He looked at her in surprise and then withdrew his head.
"Hold on, I'll be back soon." He told her and disappeared into the darkness of the house.
Clair did not care to notice and just did what she always did when she had horrible cramps. She stared at the lamp in the room and endured since they were out on painkillers. When James came back, he walked around the couch and knelt beside her. He brought out a hot towel damped in warm water. He lifted her shirt and placed it on her stomach.
"How bad is it?" He asked.
"Horrible, like I'm going to die." Clair sighed dramatically and then laughed when she noticed his serious expression.
He picked her up, leaving her stunned, and carried her back into bed without saying a single word. Laying her on the bed, he massaged her stomach.
"Um...you don't have to do that."
"Shh." He silenced her and continued to do what he was doing.
Too distracted by the sudden comfort, she closed her eyes and relaxed, thankful for his consideration before she mumbled thanks.
A few minutes later, when she finally felt good, he stopped.
She felt shameless already, so she did not ask him to continue and only turned around and tried to sleep, hugging her stomach despite it not changing anything.
She could have sworn he left the room, but she didn't have the energy to focus on that, and so she continued with her mission to sleep through the pain.
As a sharp pain hit her abdomen, Clair stood up and accommodated her pillows for a position that would make her feel more comfortable.
"This is so embarrassing." She mumbled to herself and opened her eyes to look around the room. The only light inside it was the dimmed lamp on his side of the bed.
She noticed he was gone, so she shrugged. That he had tried to comfort her was generous enough. With that in mind, she didn't hope for anything else and ended up drifting to sleep not long after.
When she opened her eyes again, James was the one waking her up.
"Here, drink this." He offered her a cup and then a pill.
She groaned at her stiff neck and took it without question, laying her head in the same position as before.
"Are you stupid? Tsk." He lifted her head and placed it in a better position, before pulling the comforter over her. He stayed there, staring down at her face, almost completely covered by the comforter. He traced his thumb around her jawline and sighed.
"That should do it, right?" He asked himself.
To be honest, he had never done this for another woman. He only followed whatever memories of his father taking care of his mother taught him. He had followed every detail he could remember, but he was unsure of how to keep her comfortable for the rest of the night. He massaged his forehead and laid down next to her. Hesitant it took him 3 minutes before he could wrap and around her and place it on her belly. With his breath against her neck, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
They had shared a bed many times by now, and they never intimidated each other, got shy, or shared more intimate moments than slight accidental touches. Or when Clair would suddenly end up in his arms in the morning because of how much she moves in her sleep.
Throughout those times they had skin contact but this position….
It was quite different.
Now, he truly felt like a husband hugging his wife to sleep.
It was refreshing and scary at the same time.
He had hoped for a happy life like this once, but things had changed and so had his vision for his future. And of course, THIS was definitely not it.
Shaking all those thoughts away, he laughed softly when he remembered earlier.
"Sexual intercourse, huh?"
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