Chapter 22 Quit smoking!
They say I changed a lot, I say a lot changed me.
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Irina's point of view:
This will be the first time in my entire life that I won't have an interest in the novel I am reading. I couldn't concentrate on it. I get distracted easily by my thoughts. I guess I have a lot going on in my head.
I closed the novel and threw it on my bed, I stood up from my bed and went out of my room. I guess I need some fresh air.
Something caught my attention, the door of Roman's room is slightly opened and it is filled with smoke and the smell of cigarettes.
Does Roman smoke?
I walked there and entered his room. Mind you, I sneaked into his room, I opened his door gently so that he wouldn't know someone was entering his room.
I know I shouldn't be here but I just decided to enter the lion's den due to my curiosity.
"Alexia, lock the door" Roman said. I can't believe he is in his room, sitting on his couch.
"The door has been locked." the computer replied.
"What the fuck?" I said to myself but loudly.
"What are you doing in my room?" He asked me where he was sitting.
"I came to check if everything is okay here since there was a lot of smoke coming out of one room," I replied to him.
I shouldn't have come here in the first place. I knew I was looking for trouble when I didn't branch into his room.
"Do you have a problem with that? With the smoke?" He asked as he stood up from his couch and sat on his bed. I hate that damn bed. It holds a horrible memory for me.
"Yes, kind of. There was too much smoke." I said.
"Is it affecting you in any way?" He asked.
"Yes. You are smoking."
"So?" He raised his brow.
"Okay, you may not know this but I will tell you now, smoking affects the secondary smoker the most. I am the secondary smoker right now while I am the primary smoker. When you release the smoke while another person who isn't smoking is there, it is dangerous for such a person because the smoke hits the person before anything else." I explained to him.
"I know everything you are talking about, I have a degree in medicine and surgery. But I am not smoking right now so who is the secondary smoker?" He asked.
He is dumb or what?
"I am" I responded curtly.
"Did I come to your room to smoke or did I call you to my room when I was smoking? Answer me, you came inside my room majestically, so why are you complaining since I am smoking in my room?" He stared at me waiting for answers.
He is right about that. He is smoking in his room, it was none of my business. I was just trying to satisfy my curiosity and that led me to this mess.
"Well, smoking is not good for your health. Don't forget what is written on the packet 'Smokers are liable to die young'. You should quit smoking." I advised him like a civilized person that I am.
"I don't smoke cigarettes, I smoke weed. Weed is medicinal to health and I have told you before, I already know what you are talking about." His response holds so much frustration. Maybe I am here to frustrate him though.
"It might be medicinal but it is very dangerous to your health. You know that. Its danger is greater than its benefit." He ran his hand through his hair as he shook his head. He glared at me.
"What brings you here? Are you here to frustrate me?" He asked as he picked up his weed and lit it.
He is so stubborn. I just corrected him about this and he still wants to smoke it.
I gathered my courage and walked to him. I snatched the weed from his hand and threw it on the floor, then after that I stepped on it.
"What the fuck is that?" He asked in disbelief.
"You should consider the secondary smoker before smoking. It is dangerous to my health and also the smell disgusts me. Don't smoke when I am around you. It is even dangerous to your health so quit it." I said.
"Quit it." He mimicked my voice badly and he changed his facial expression sarcastically.
"Stay out of my business, okay? You have no one to tell me what to do. Please Irina, I don't want any argument tonight." He said.
"I also wish to get out of her but it seems you have locked the door," I said to him.
"Yes, because you are sleeping here tonight." He smirked.
"That's funny, right?" I asked him.
"I mean it." He said.
I was dumbfounded, I didn't even know what to say.
"I can't believe I married a woman who can't cook. I always dreamed of getting married to a lady who can cook but it seems like that was just a dream." He decided to spoil the nice mood I am having right now.
"So, is that a big deal?" I asked him with annoyance.
"It might not be to you, but it is to me. So I have decided that I will invite your maid to this place for two weeks so that she can teach you how to cook." He announced.
That brightened up my mood in no time. Sarah is coming over.
She is coming over for just two weeks. Two weeks is too small but what can I do? I am still glad she is coming over.
"Really? Is she coming over? I am so glad." I announced as I smiled broadly showing off my white teeth.
"I can't believe you can smile. I thought you shouldn't smile, like you are prohibited from smiling." He chuckled.
"Whatever, I am still very glad," I said.
"I told you dad already knows about it so she will be here a week from now." He said.
"Thank you for deciding to have her over. I am so grateful." I confessed.
"Whatever. Press your number here." He said to me as he stretched his phone to me.
I looked at him confused, she just looked okay. I collected the phone and pressed my number there, then I passed his phone back to him.
"What was that for?" I asked him.
"We should have each other's numbers because on the trip we are going on. It is going to be a long trip and also I guess we need to have each other's numbers." He explained.
That's true though, he is right. But what had gotten into him this night? This is not the Roman I know. I am afraid this is an imposter.
"That's true, though." I agreed with him as I walked towards the couch.
"Where are you going?" He asked as he raised his brow in question.
"I am sleeping on the couch. Is there any problem with it?" I asked him.
"Come and sleep on the bed." He said curtly.
"Why?" I asked him. Like I said he is a complete person tonight.
"It's gonna be a long night, so I suggest you come to bed." He said in a low voice.
Is he afraid of telling me this?
Is Roman Anton afraid? Can he ever be?
I blushed knowing what he meant. Thank God his lights are switched off or else he will see how crimson my cheeks are right now. I cleared my throat to compose myself.
I need him to be clear about me sleeping on the bed.
"Pardon?"
"Just come to bed." He said.
"Okay thank you." I walked towards the other side of the bed and lay down.
"I am sleeping on the bed for you to push me on the floor, I hope I am clear on that," I said.
I closed my eyes so I could sleep as I turned my back to him.
Then, I heard the clicking of a lighter.
This guy doesn't have ears. I think I just corrected him about something.
The smell of whatever he is smoking already hit my nostrils. So I have to open my eyes.
I sat up and faced him.
"I thought I just corrected you about this," I told him as I moved closer to him to get the weed out of his hand.
In the process, my boobs touched his back. I didn't mind it, my aim was just to get the weed out of his hand. He quickly stretched his hand so I wouldn't reach it.
"Don't you want me to smoke?" He asked. Our faces were so near that I could smell the scent of the weed from his mouth since my head was over his shoulder.
"Yes, not in my presence," I replied to him.
"Then let's fuck tonight." He said as he dug the weed in the astray.
"It is not fuck. It is called love making." I said as I expressed my positive reply to him.
Before I knew it, my back was already on the bed and he was already on top of me.
"It seems you want it too." He said with desire.
I didn't reply to him, I only bit my lower lip.
He ripped off my clothes in no time and his too. This is the first time I will be seeing him in his full Glory. His manhood is hard and long, ready to penetrate. I couldn't stop staring at it.
"Have you ever even seen it before?" He asked, knowing what I was staring at.
I looked away in embarrassment, I didn't reply to him. I was just waiting for action.
"You have small boobs" he commented.
"I know that" I said as I rolled my eyes.
"They are kinda cute, you know. They are not too small and they are not too big. Just normal for your size." He complimented.
I just smiled at it. He ripped off my pants slowly. Immediately he did, and I felt exposed. I covered myself with the duvet.
He stared at me in confusion.
"Can I?" He asked, and I just nodded, then he removed the duvet from me.
He touched my center with his fingers and rubbed me. I suppressed a moan. I know I can't do it for a long time but I am trying though.
Then he put his fingers on my clit, penetrating. I moaned loudly.
This is so damn good. He continued without stopping until I reached my peak. I came all over his fingers.
He squeezed my left breast as he suckled on the second one.
"Hmm," I managed to voice out.
His manhood was in my center so I parted my lap for it to enter. He noticed my effort and decided to penetrate. I moaned as he penetrated deeply inside me. And he continued until we both reached our climax.
"This is just the first round." He said as he kissed my breast.
After that, everything went blurry.
I made love to my husband and he made love to me. We made love tonight. Maybe this is the beginning of the change in our marriage. Who knows?
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