Chapter 135: Chapter 135 Go out with me MONALISA
I slept on the bed while my prudish husband slept on the couch.
I have a very high libido and being married to such a person is suffocating.
I mean who on earth would have thought he was this...this...ugh!
And now I was supposed to wait till God knows when he would be ready.
It doesn’t even make any sense.
Men are always ready!
What kind of man was he?
When I woke up the next morning,I sat up on the bed and watched him still sleeping on the sofa.
I leaned against the headboard wondering what exactly was his problem.
When he dresses up...looking so hot in his suit and all that...I thought he would be someone who would take charge in bed and fuck me until I can’t remember anything.
He rolled over and as if he forgot he wasn’t on a bed, he fell off the couch and landed on the floor, thereby waking up.
“Good morning.” He said to me as he stood up straight.
I rolled my eye.
I need someone more manly than this.
Why was he this way?
He rubbed his neck.
“Aww...my whole body aches.” He murmured and walked into the bathroom.
What was I going to do with him?
He walked back out and stood beside the bed.
“I’m hungry. Should we go down to eat?”He asked.
I passed him the menu book on the table and grabbed another one.
“Cre....Pa...Wow....what language is this?” He asked.
“French.” I replied.
“French is hard to pronounce, right?”Enzo asked.
Should it be hard for him to pronounce at this point?
He was a successful billionaire who studied in Harvard. He did business in a lot of countries.
He obviously should know how to speak some languages.
As if reading my thought, he said;
. “Naturally, I know a lot of languages...it’s just...my accident...My memories are a bit....”
Did the accident make him dumb?
I picked up the landline and placed our orders.
“You should be in charge of placing our orders while we’re here.” He suggested.
“Whatever.” I snapped.
“That’s no way to talk to your husband.” He said, jokingly.
“A husband that can’t have sex with me...you shouldn’t be called my husband.”
He sighed. “I thought we already went over that last night. Please give me some time.”
I stood up from the bed.
Men hardly say no to me and having this man reject me multiple times was so upsetting.
“How long do you think you can resist me?” I asked as he walked backwards.
Matching my every forward step with a backward one.
Soon, I had him trapped.
And with how nervous he looked, I still couldn’t help but think that he might be a virgin.
No...He said he wasn’t.
Then why was he so scared of me?
Ugh!
The doorbell rang.
“The meal...we should get..” He pushed me away from him and headed for the door.
I watched him thank the servers politely as he set up the meals for us.
“Mona...you and I are married.” He began as we started eating.
I frowned at him. “Are you just finding that out now?”
“I’m sorry for denying you of sex. I know we should have consummated the marriage by now...it’s your right and it’s normal for couples. This is too much to ask but please...wait for a little while...I’m begging you.”
I sighed. “The wait’s better be worth it!”
“It will. “He grinned. “And also we should try to respect each other. I for one do not how rude you are.”
“Enzo....”
“And lastly, let’s try to get along...please. It’s disturbing having to feel like I’m walking in flames whenever I’m around you.”
I glanced up at him.
“And that glare too. Get rid of it.”
“I wasn’t glaring...”
“You were.”
“Knock yourself out.”
“Mona...you’re beautifully rude.”
I laughed. “Is that a thing?”
“It’s your thing.”
Why did I laugh?
It wasn’t funny at all.
Not even a little bit.
I shook my head and focused on my meal.
The following morning, Enzo walked up to me on the bed. “Are we going to spend the whole day on our phones like yesterday?” “What’s wrong with that?” “We’re in Paris. I’ve heard a lot about this place. I want to go sightseeing.” “You’ve never been to Paris?” “I..I have but I can’t remember...” “Again with your memory loss. I’m not interested in leaving the room today.” “When will you be interested?” He asked. “I don’t know.” “Let’s go out, Mona...please.”
The following morning, Enzo walked up to me on the bed. “Are we going to spend the whole day on our phones like yesterday?” “What’s wrong with that?” “We’re in Paris. I’ve heard a lot about this place. I want to go sightseeing.” “You’ve never been to Paris?” “I..I have but I can’t remember...” “Again with your memory loss. I’m not interested in leaving the room today.” “When will you be interested?” He asked. “I don’t know.” “Let’s go out, Mona...please.”
“Am I tying you down or something?You can go if you want.”
“It won’t be fun if I go by myself. And I’m sure you’ve been here before. You can take me to the fun places.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Being out there is super stressful and no fun for me.”
“You’ll have fun. I promise.”
“Enzo...please...you’re being so noisy.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.
Woah...talk about manly.
“Go out with me...please.”
My body warmed.
Maybe I should go out with him...then he would get used to me and we can finally have some steamy sex tonight.