Episode 8

"Miss Armstrong... today you can choose a bodyguard among the security guards," Mercier said standing by my side as I read a book from the library, sitting at the edge of the pool on a lounge chair.

I had to seek the fiction of books to distance myself from my reality. I was persistently running away from something that was fighting its way into my heart.

That fierce kiss, I didn't forget it, not even with the sunrise and sunset, I was able to forget. Megan Armstrong was making me pensive, to the point of seeing her in my dreams.

I accepted the fact that she desired me, but also that she would seek comfort in the first woman she found.

I had no right to feel bothered, but just because we were supposedly married on paper, I didn't feel comfortable. Everyone in the mansion knew about our potential relationship and perhaps about what she did in secret or on the sidewalks at night with her maid. I couldn't deny that Lola was a beautiful woman and that she was interested in Megan.

I went three days without seeing Megan Armstrong, let alone Mercier.

"Armstrong chose three, so decide which one you want as your bodyguard."

I closed the book and saw the movement of the water in the pool, it was calm. How I wished to have the calmness of my old life again, I would never get used to guns being inches away. It was too much madness for my head.

"Why would I want a bodyguard if I don't leave this mansion?"

"It's for you to always feel safe, Miss."

"No, thank you... it doesn't make sense."

"Well... in a few days, Armstrong will introduce you to everyone as his wife and your bodyguard will accompany you, just like I accompany Armstrong."

Introduce me?

She should be there telling me those things instead of Mercier. Now she would introduce me as if we were getting along well in that marriage.

"I didn't know you were her bodyguard, Mercier."

"I am long before she was born."

"Mmm... I also didn't know you were so old," I smiled at the joke and his serious face looked at me disappointedly. "Oh... come on, Mercier, did I hurt your feelings?"

"No, Miss, I accept that I am old, but as you see, I take good care of myself... and furthermore... Armstrong is only 25 years old. I started working for the family at 23."

"Twenty-five?" A few years older... it made sense why Megan Armstrong was so fierce and passionate. And I had never stopped to reflect on how old the goddess was?! Haha.

"Exactly, but let's get back to talking about the chosen bodyguards..." he whistled and James, Jones, and another man came towards us. They stopped in a soldier position inches away from us and I looked at them. Since I had to choose, James would be the choice. "Miss, choose."

"Mmm... it can be James."

James smiled excitedly at me, but quickly hid his smile and I ended up changing my mind.

"Actually..." I looked at Mercier, "my wife should be the one to choose! Where is she?"

Everyone looked at me surprised by my sudden statement, while I, ended up feeling powerful for referring to Megan as my wife, I can say I liked it.

"Answer me!" I ordered, holding back in every way not to laugh at my rigid pose and their astonished faces. Hilarious.

"Armstrong is in the office dealing with matters of her company and..."

"And where has she been all these days, Mercier?"

"On trips to the branches, negotiating the export and sale of sports cars."

"Is she okay?" I suddenly became worried.

"Just a little tired, but yes... she is doing fine."

"I want to see her, take me to her," I said getting up and Mercier stood in front of me. "What's wrong?"

"She doesn't want to be interrupted."

"Then tell her that I..." I gathered courage and deepened my voice, "that I will see her anyway. James, accompany me!"

"Yes, Miss," James said, hiding his face from Mercier's closed gaze.

Mercier didn't stop me anymore, so I followed James.

We entered the mansion, and James followed silently. I simply observed the path we walked, taking in every detail. We climbed a staircase with black and shimmering steps, and I leaned on the railing throughout the ascent.

I dared to ask James something as we stopped in front of a black wooden door that had the ability to open on both sides, like the one in the bedroom. James became withdrawn.

"How long have you been working for Megan?" I whispered.

"Ten years," he replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Miss, I must be going."

"Wait, I..." I tried to stop him, but he hurried down the stairs. Was he really so afraid of our powerful boss?

I took a deep breath, hopeful to see her. When I opened the door, I found her counting several bills and stacking them in piles. Her eyes lifted with disappointment at being interrupted, and she nodded. I entered, closing the door behind me, and ended up avoiding eye contact with her.

"What are you doing here, Stella?" she asked, standing up with her hands spread out on the table filled with money.

I could see her black-pink style of her social attire. Her blouse had the top two buttons undone, and I could see a silver necklace around her neck, which only made her more attractive. Her hair was tied back, with strands falling onto her forehead.

I froze and couldn't respond.

"How did you find my office, Stella?"

"Ah..." I snapped back to reality and quickly scanned the wooden-style walls and the large painting behind her. "I, I would hide the fact that James, the coward, helped me get to that cold, silent, and somewhat blurry place. I was exploring the mansion and became curious to see what was behind this door."

"Mmm..." She moved towards me, and only her breeze, along with her scent, made me tremble. "I have a feeling that's a lie."

"I want to prevent you from firing my bodyguard."

Megan smiled and leaned back, not turning around, as she half-sat on the table.

"Mansion guards faithful to their duties aren't beheaded when they make a mistake."

"Your male voice tone sounds malicious, so I think that's a lie."

"Your lie is telling everyone in the mansion that I am your wife," she replied with a smile, though expressionless, and I didn't care. Mercier must have opened his mouth. "You'll only have a voice in this mansion when you fulfill your role as a wife, following all the duties of a wife."

"Well..." I needed to speak; I felt guilty about what I had done to her.

"Now leave my office," she interrupted rudely.

"No!" I asserted myself, and her eyes narrowed slightly, in an assessing gaze.

"Stella... don't raise your voice at me."

"I must speak firmly as long as you keep interrupting me."

"Then say what you want, and when you're done... go read that idiotic book."

It wasn't uncommon for her to know everything I did in that mansion.

"Well..." I approached her without averting my gaze, needing to feel her again and be certain of what my body or heart were feeling.

Those dreams, that memory, and even her touch.

"I want you to let me do something."

"Do what?"

I stood in front of her and hesitated for a moment, as she looked at me without understanding.

"I want to kiss you, Megan."

"Haha," she smiled mockingly. "How funny of you, too bad you don't measure up to..."

I silenced her with a mouthful of her words, starting to kiss her, despite her lips being still.

I stopped and tried to pull away; I had the proof I needed to ease the doubt in my heart. However, Megan grabbed my forearms and looked at me with her fierce gaze.

"Never do that again!"

"Alright," I swallowed hard and accepted, even though I wanted to do it again.

"What do you intend to achieve with this?"

"I, I..."

"I don't like being toyed with, Stella!" she began squeezing my forearms. "Do you think you can come here and do as you please?"

"Megan..." she frightened me.

"No! You can't."

"Don't hurt me!" I shouted and released myself from her grip.

I already had my answer.

"I don't hurt women I desire."

"So why did you leave me for Lola that night?" I screamed those words. She hurt me.

"You know why, but I didn't tell you to come after me."

"You hurt me and made me cry... you shouldn't have left me, you should have... should have..."

"Should have slept with someone who never desired me?"

"No... you should have listened to me! We could have worked it out."

"Worked out what? That you would never want me?!"

"No!"

"Then what? Wanted me to beg by your side?"

"No... I just wanted to make it clear that in that moment, I... I really desired you."

"No, you didn't desire me! You were doing it to save the life of a stranger."

"No, Megan... I desired you."

"I don't believe you, Stella."

"I dreamed about you!" I confessed, and she widened her eyes, astonished. "I dreamt about you... about your kiss."

She shook her head and tried to move away, but I surrounded her with my arms, in a desperate impulse, and our bodies touched.

"Just listen to me this once, Megan." I whispered.

"I don't like being lied to... I hate lies!"

"Nobody likes lies, Megan... I just want you to listen to me."

"Say it?!" and she lowered her head.

"I dreamt about you after that kiss... and I kissed you today to be sure of something."

"What thing?" she whispered.

"That I won't be able to escape the feeling I tried to keep away from my heart. You are a cruel, arrogant, and cold woman, but you also did something for me that no one else did."

She looked at me and fixed her gaze on me.

"You took me away from those who didn't love me, even in a dirty way, but you didn't mistreat me."

"I know I am cruel, and I acknowledge it..."

"You are honest, Megan... and I have decided that I will accept being your wife."

There was a silence between us, even with our bodies touching all the time.

"You can't play with me!"

"I don't want to play with you, and I don't want to fight... I really want to be your wife and your woman." I said, touching her chin, seeing her lips so close.

"But for that, you have to desire me." she removed my hand.

"I want you, Megan... I want you now." I confessed.

"Stella, Stella..." she said my name in such a deep way that made me desire her, felt a heat in my neck, and sighed "Stella, please?!"

"Yes, Megan?"

"What do you think I am?" she exclaimed, with sudden hatred in her eyes, and pushed me "I know you don't want me!"

"You still don't believe me?" I tried to approach her, but she turned her back, completely ignoring me.

"I don't believe you!" she affirmed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and she turned, but I ran and opened it, already finding dear Lola there. So, that's why she didn't want to be interrupted?

Lola lowered her head and turned to leave, but...

"Come in, Lola..." Megan spoke behind me "I really need to talk to you."

"No, Lola! Go and don't come back." I said gently, and she hesitated to go because she looked at me and Megan, deciding which order to follow...

"Should I stay, Armstrong?"

"Yes!"

"No! Right now, I am busy with my wife!" I said and slammed the door, locking myself with Megan in that office.

Before turning to face my supposed wife, I was pushed against the door, and my neck hurt aggressively, leaving me breathless for a moment, until I felt her hands pulling the zipper of my dress and tearing it fiercely.

Her mouth bit my ear, followed by...

"Now you will be mine."

And then my shoulder was bitten, making me feel a bearable pain.

"As you expelled Lola, I will do with you what I would have done with her."

"So that's why you didn't want to be interrupted, you wretch?!"

She didn't respond.

"And no! You won't do anything to me!" I said, struggling, and my arms were held tightly.

"You see... you lied all along, you don't desire me."

"I do, but not like this."

"But this is who I am! I like to dominate."

Megan turned me around and I saw her eyes filled with ferocity and desire. Her hands let go of me and one slid from my shoulder to one of my breasts, which was squeezed, giving me a sudden feeling of surrender.

"Do you still want to lie and blah blah blah?" she asked.

"I didn't lie... I wouldn't lie about a dream that repeated three nights in a row!" I confessed, pushing her, but she remained in front of me like a rock.

"Since you claim that everything you said is not a lie, tell me how you desire me?"

I nodded simply after catching my breath and touched her arms, guiding her body towards the table where I leaned her against it. Her mouth was inches away from mine, but what caught my attention the most was her pink dress shirt.

I started a slow kiss with her following my rhythm, and as I did, my hands began to unbutton her shirt. I smiled when I saw her breasts hidden in a black bra without padding. I kissed her chin and descended to her neck before returning to that mouth with incredible movements.

I left Megan enveloped in my lips and suddenly managed to put on her shirt slightly, already separating our lips. I backed away and her fury consumed her. She grabbed me, furious that I had deceived her, and I struggled as she cursed at me.

"You bitch!"

"You'll pay for this!" she warned.

I desired her, but knowing that she would choose Lola over me once again, led me to provoke her, a provocation well-deserved.

"Surely I'll pay for this, but for now... I won't let you touch me!" I managed to free myself.

I began buttoning up my shirt as I stared at her with a mischievous smile, making her even angrier.

"If you don't want me... I'll find someone who desires me!" she exclaimed.

"No!" I shouted, covering her mouth with my hand, infuriating her even more. "If you do that, you won't have another chance with me."

"Don't threaten me!" she said, charging towards me, and I pushed her back onto the table.

I finished buttoning my shirt, and...

"Now I'll go back to reading my idiotic book, and you... finish your affair with your money," I said, knowing how to use audacity and irony. "See you, wife."

I left, and as soon as I closed the door, I heard her punch the table, venting all her anger on the poor furniture.

I returned to the pool, and as I walked, the security guards stared at me without blinking. My legs were exposed because Megan's dress shirt only covered half of my thighs.

With that image, it was clear that something compromising could have happened between Megan and me. Even though I desired her, I wouldn't give in if she continued to be rough and violent.

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