Contract And Marriage

Maximus

“Hey, my wife, please talk to me,” I said after laying her on the bed when we arrived in our hotel room. I noticed she seemed scared, which was unusual for her. So I instructed my friends, knowing they would know what to do seeing what Sarina looked like. Especially Allan. Among those three, I trusted him to be suspicious, and Andrei would do the thinking.

“Let’s just rest,” she said softly, making me more worried.

“I don’t want you like this, my wife. I want you to be loud and angry, always talking back to me, and easy to tease. Please, wifey, talk to me. Did that man do something to you?” I asked worriedly.

“Huh? No, did nothing to harm me. He actually saved me.”

“Saved you? From what? From whom?” I asked, puzzled. Before she could answer, my cell phone rang. I quickly grabbed it and answered, keeping my eyes on her as she looked weak in bed.

“Man, Roskov saved your wife from being harassed,” Allan said. “I already informed Mariano about it,” he added.

“Thank you, man,” I replied.

“I’ll send you the footage.”

“Okay.” Then, we ended the call before I received the footage he mentioned. I looked at my wife and noticed she had her eyes closed. “My wife,” I called, making her open her eyes and looked at me.

“I’ll be in the living room for a moment to talk to someone on the phone,” I said, asking for her permission. I wanted to make sure she would be fine being left alone for a moment.

“Okay, please come back quickly.” A trace of fear in her voice made me even more curious about the footage. I nodded at her before leaving the bedroom and sitting on the couch in the living room.

I didn’t know what to do as I watched what happened to my wife. I felt so much anger like I wanted to kill someone. No wonder my wife was so scared; it was because of the disgusting and shameless actions of those men. Because of what I saw, I quickly called someone close to me. I knew Allan had already informed him, but I wanted to speak to him.

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“Mar,” I greeted back.

“Allan told me everything.” He spoke before I could.

“I know,”

“And why are you still calling me?”

“I want to meet those bastards.”

“Stop it, Max. You don’t need to involve yourself in this.”

“It’s my wife, Mariano!”

“I know, and you also know who she is to me. Whoever is important to you is important to me, too! So don’t try to show up before me and stay with your wife instead!” he angrily said before ending the call. I took a deep breath before putting my cell phone on the center table. I needed to calm myself because I didn’t want Sarina to see me in a bad mood. Mariano was right; I needed to be with her.

I returned to the bedroom, approached the bed, and sat down again while looking at Sarina. I shook my head, remembering she wasn’t wearing any panties, and I should be making her happy with my hugs and kisses right now. But because of those disgusting men, I was sure my wife was still scared. She opened her eyes and smiled slightly at me before patting the space beside her.

“How are you feeling, my wife?” I asked after lying down facing her and caressing her beautiful, smooth face, still bearing marks from being slapped. I gritted my teeth when I noticed her slight flinch.

“Better because you’re here.” I smiled and pulled her closer, lifting her head to rest on my arm.

“I will never leave you alone again, no matter what. Even if you get mad at me for being too protective, I don’t care as long as I am with you and can ensure your safety.” I felt her nod.

She looked up at me, and I met her gaze. “Thank you, Maximus, my husband,” she said with a smile. Hearing those words from her felt wonderful. I wanted to take her, but I restrained myself, thinking she might be traumatized by the incident. So, I contented myself with holding her tightly, making her feel the warmth of my embrace to calm her.

I didn’t notice that I fell asleep, and when I woke up, Sarina was still in her slumber. We had not changed our clothes. I’m worried she might feel itchy later, but she was holding me so tight last night that I could not get up to change her.

I went straight to the bathroom to shower. Knowing my wife would wake up late, as she had before, I ordered breakfast so it would be ready when she woke up. I was already dressed and had called room service, so I went to wake Sarina.

“Have you been up long?” she asked, still sleepy.

“Not really.” I wanted to kiss her, but I wasn’t sure if it was okay. Not because she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet, as she had complained about before, but because of what she had gone through last night. “Does it still hurt?” I asked as I sat beside her on the bed, gently touching her slightly bruised cheek. My jaw hardened, thinking how painful it was. How dare that bastard do that to my wife?

“Not really,” she replied softly, but I could hear her clearly. “It doesn’t really hurt much anymore.” She probably noticed my clenched fist and the anger flashing across my face.

“Let’s go and see a doctor,” I said, to which her eyes widened.

“No,” she abruptly refused.

“We must get that checked to press charges against those bastards.”

“No, please, Maximus.”

“You don’t have to be afraid. I promised you, didn’t I? I will never leave your side.”

“Please, let it go, my husband.” She said it so sweetly, and that’s one of my weaknesses when it comes to her. Her moans when I please her and her screams of pleasure when she’s on the verge of climax are the times she can ask for anything, and I’d give it to her without complaint. “Aren’t you going to spoil me? Aren’t you going to take me shopping today?”

“You should know we will still do that, even if we press charges.”

“I don’t want any more trouble, my love. What if we come back here another time, and they show up again and do something worse because they want revenge?”

“That will never happen, wifey,” I insisted.

“Please, just let them be. For my sake, okay?” I took a deep breath before nodding so she wouldn’t worry anymore. “Ahm, Maximus…” she called me shyly.

“Yes, my wife?” She looked at me, and our eyes met. “You can say anything to me,” I added, sensing her hesitation.

“Can you- c-can you kiss me?” I was stunned for a moment, wondering whether it was a good thing or not because of what had happened to her. But since she was asking, of course, I wanted to.

“Are you sure?” I asked, and she nodded. So, I kissed her because I really wanted to. I felt her respond slightly before we stopped.

“That man, he touched me.” She began talking, but I also didn’t want her to think about it. I’m worried she might take it against her, and I didn’t want that. She’s not at fault.

“Shh.. it’s okay now. He didn’t do anything to you, okay?” She nodded before saying,

“Thank goodness Roskov came. If he hadn’t, I don’t know what would have happened to me.” I remembered that man again, and I couldn’t help but feel anxious. Roskov was an enemy of Mariano’s organization; he knew me and my connection to them. Now that he knew Sarina was my wife, I couldn’t help but worry about her safety. “Did you thank him?” she asked.

“Ah, no. He left quickly, didn’t he? We didn’t have time to talk because I wanted to focus on you rather than him.” I made an excuse so she wouldn’t know the truth. “I’m sure my friends have already thanked him on our behalf.”

“It would be better if I thanked him personally.”

“You already did that last night, didn’t you?”

“But-” I didn’t want her to be acquainted with him.

“That’s enough, my wife. It seems like your gratitude last night was enough for him,” I cut her off because I didn’t want us to talk about him anymore.

The doorbell rang, giving me a reason to end the conversation. “That must be our food. Let’s eat first before you freshen up. We didn’t eat well last night, and I’m sure you’re hungry.” She nodded, making me smile after I heaved a sigh of relief.

I stood up and held my hand to help her, and then we walked out of the room. “My husband,” she said, stopping, so I stopped, too. “Thank you so much for coming to get me when I didn’t return immediately.”

I turned to her completely and cupped her cheeks. “I’ll do everything for you, my wife. That’s how much I love you.” There, I said it.