Chapter 1 - Newly Married
I watched him from across the room, the way his fingers were pressed on his phone, focused like his life depended on it. That was Austin—always serious and busy with work. I wanted him to look at me the way I looked at him, like the world would end if he didn’t. But his eyes stayed on his phone, and my heart ached with the weight of wanting more. “Can you not just have a moment with me”, I wanted to scream at him, Instead I smiled and asked if he wanted coffee.
He glanced at me and said yes. Austin loves food anyway, so I knew he would say yes. However, I wanted him to glance at me much longer than he did, but he didn’t. I made the coffee like he would like it and how I feel will be good for his health. I served him the coffee, and while I was dropping it, he got a call. He carried the coffee from me and went in to answer the call. A few minutes later, he was all dressed up ready to go out. As always he would say “Babe, I am stepping out with the guys for a business meeting”. I would reply to him, “ok babe, bye”.Today was one of his days off from work. I was happy he was going to be home with me but as expected he had an appointment with the guys as he always says.
I Gabriella Boyle am the wife of Austin Boyle. Austin was the first man I had ever loved and maybe will ever love. He is everything a woman would want, everything I would want in a man. I fell in love with his kind of personality. One who puts others before himself. He is not wealthy but he has potential that would make him wealthy someday. The way I love him, it's unexplainably real. I don’t think I would ever love anyone like that in my entire life. During our single days, he was ever present. We talked more frequently, and he gave me more attention. But ever since we got married, things changed, it's as if, I have to beg for attention any time I need it. These days, he is hardly home, always going from one meeting to another. We barely even spend a moment together.
Austin my spouse has been the only one providing for the family. We are just newly wedded and so a new responsibility has arisen. Since I have no job yet, he has to work for the money independently. These days men like Austin go for ladies who have made it for themselves already. Yet he didn't think twice to settle with me, who had not even built herself. And because of that, I adored him even more.
It was almost getting to midday and I recalled I had to go to the market and get some stuff for the fried rice I had been craving for the past two days. I went into the room, got dressed, and was set to leave for the market. I had on me, a blue jeans with a yellow vest and my cornrow hairstyle. That was my favourite hairstyle. It was seamlessly easy to braid and obviously what I could afford at that time. I left for the market. I had nothing much to buy just a few things I needed for the fried rice, most of the food items were at home. The market wasn’t too far from our street, just a thirty-minute stroll and I was back home. Dropping the items on the kitchen center table, I quickly went to check if my husband Austin was back. I didn’t see any sign of him around the house. So I picked up my phone to call him, but his line didn't go through.
I made myself a smoothie while prepping the ingredients for the food. While I was cooking, I started to miss him. I wish he were just present watching as l prepare the food. Just as the thought ended, my phone rang. I rushed to pick it up and checked who was calling, and it was Austin. He called to tell me he will come back later at night.
“Why, is anything wrong? I said to him.
No babes, chilling with the guys.
Okay. Thought it was a business meeting you went to?
Yeah, done with that, just chilling with them.
Alright, my love, bye.”
I felt bad, but then again I consoled myself with there will be a next time.
Back to the fried rice, it was so tasty. My cooking skills are top-notch you know, just that I have kept it hidden all these while. My brother Jude would always say I love cooking.
But do I love cooking?, I asked myself.
Well no, I don't love cooking, but I do love cooking for my husband. And it's even more loving if he is there to watch me do it.
I dished out food for myself and ate while scrolling through social media platforms. It got rainy later in the evening, and I doubted if he would still come home that night. I have known Austin to love night events, so I won't be surprised if he still comes home so late at night. I didn’t bother to wait for him as I called but he did not pick up. He had his keys to the house, so I wouldn't have to come open the door for him like I used to.
I had slept by 10:30pm that evening. Three hours after I had slept, he came back home. He jumped right onto the bed, sliding his hands onto my breast and slowly buttoning my shirt open. Sighing, I pushed him away. But he came right back, kissing my neck up to my lips, saying Don’t I want him. And I said to him-
“I am upset with you. Why did you come back so late? Don’t you realize you're married now? You have to stop staying out late, I beg you, please.“
He said to me “Sorry my love, I'm home now.”
Then I gently kissed him back. His mouth moved down my body in kisses. Kissing both my breasts, I moaned softly as his kisses turned me on. He slowly and gently put himself inside of me. As he took me on a long slow push, I was all hot and wet and well on my way to cumming for him. He was always so good at it and most times he takes his time, no rushing. He had never been shy about sex. I felt him cum and heard his grunt of satisfaction before he slipped from my body and lay next to me. We were exhausted afterwards and went to sleep.
