I got off the bed and walked into the restroom barefoot. Seeing him trying to get himself off, I could not help but ask, “Why?”
Although he had not expected me to enter, he did not hide anything or shy away. Instead, he stared at me as he jerked himself off, his gaze becoming increasingly intense. Even though nothing was happening, I felt like I had already been pressed to the bed and taken several times. My arms and legs went weak.
I looked away and asked again, “Why?”
Eventually, after getting himself off, he took a shower and walked out. As soon as he noticed that I was walking around barefoot, he frowned and bent down to pick me up. Then, he placed me on the bed and pulled me over his leg. As he hit my buttocks a few times, he said, “You’re not allowed to walk around barefoot next time. I’ll hit you every time I see it.”
Upon hearing his words, my face flushed, and even my toes began to heat up. He walked over, and I, an adult in my twenties, was pressed on his lap and slapped on the butt like a three-year-old before. However, that did not matter. After all, this was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that we were both naked, yet nothing had happened between us. It made for a weird scene.
“Remember it now?” Christopher hit me several more times before stopping.
I hurriedly nodded, telling him I remembered his words. Only then did he place me back on the bed and cover me with a blanket. He kissed my forehead and said, “When I can openly hold your hand next time, then we’ll do it. I’ll owe it to you for now. Remember, when you’re my girlfriend, I’ll listen to you when we’re outside, but you’ll have to listen to me in bed.”
I nodded stupidly. My mind was full of the words “openly” and “girlfriend.” Suddenly, my eyes welled up with tears again, for no one else knew the actual meaning of those two words better than I did.
He knew my worries and my anxious thought. Thus, to reassure me, he had rather gotten himself off instead of touching me. Not many men were this kind and cherishing.
After staying at home the whole day, I abruptly recalled that I had just found a job. On the first day that I had to report to work, I was late because of anemia. Indeed, with joy came sorrow. At that moment, I was terribly anxious.
Christopher was sitting next to me, wanting to feed me some grapes. However, I pushed him aside before standing up. I looked for my shoes while I cried, “It’s over, my job’s gone. I finally managed to find such a suitable job. I can’t lose it because I was careless.”
Watching me running around the house frantically, he could not help but ask, “What are you looking for?”
“My shoes. I’m going to work. I forgot to tell you. It’s all your fault, buying me lollipops and cooking for me. It looks like it’s true that people always fall for gentle treatment.”
Eventually, after rummaging around, I managed to locate my bag and phone, but could not find my shoes anywhere. I knew I could not wear slippers to work. Even as a plain housewife, I still had that much common sense.
Christopher yawned and pointed at my feet. “Aren’t you wearing shoes?”
“Huh?” I looked down, only to realize that I had already worn my shoes. Then, noticing Christopher trying to hide his laughter, I glared at him. “Laugh if you want to. I have to go report to the company.”
“Do you want me to drive you over?” he asked, amusement evident in his tone. He was convulsed with laughter, not having the slightest bit of style a rich man should have.
“It’s fine. I’ll take the bus. It’s very convenient here.” After all, I was not that stupid to go to work in a luxury car. After packing my things, I noticed him leaning on the couch while supporting his chin with his hand, his eyes half-closed, with dark circles under them.
I knew he had not slept the previous night because he was taking care of me. Feeling a little sorry for him, I walked over to pull on his sleeve and whispered, “Go sleep on the bed. I’ll go to the company and take a look. If I need to work, I’ll be back at six. But I don’t think I need to anymore. Anyway, I should go over and explain myself. Rest well. I’ll come back with dinner.”
Just as I was about to leave, he grabbed me, smiled lazily, then pointed to his forehead. “You need to give a goodbye kiss when you say goodbye.”
