Chapter 2 My cold husband

“Open the damn door.” The voice said.

The knock came again, harder this time.

My head snapped up. My heart lurched so violently i thought i might throw up.

Nora stilled beside me, breath shallow, her eyes were sharp now —calculating what i can’t actually point out.

“Shit,”i whispered.

“Stay calm,” Nora murmured, already stepping back. “It’s fine. It’s probably staff.”

“yeah, it has to be. He’s not yet back. I’m sure.”

Another knock came Impatiently.

“Open the door. I left my key here you this unfortunate Chef, acting like you own the place.” The voice yelled angrily.

Chef?

I swallowed hard, the person banging this door is definitely one of the maids. I don't want to be seen like this by anyone. I should've taken Nora to my room instead of rushing here to come and cry.

My hands shook as i reached for the hem of my blouse, tugging it down, smoothing the nonexistent creases. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to pull myself together, but my reflection in the dark glass of the cabinet betrayed me — flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes, and lips still swollen.

Nora adjusted herself quickly, straightened her jacket, composed in a way that almost annoyed me. Nora always recover faster.

I moved to the door, hesitated for half a second, then unlocked it.

The door swung open. And the maid froze. Maybe she was surprised because i hardly step into the kitchen. I always have someone to get something for me when i need it. But now, i’m not just in the kitchen, but with another person, a woman, door locked.

Oh my God, i wonder if it’s that obvious or i’m just overthinking. I’m not ashamed of who i am, but i can’t also deny the fact that i am someone’s wife, meaning what i was doing was wrong. Well, it’s not like he cares, so i’ma just do as i please.

The maids eyes flicked from my face to Nora’s, then to the kitchen behind us. Her brows pulled together slightly, suspicion flashing before she masked it with surprise.

“Oh—” The maid stepped back. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. I thought… I thought it was the chef who locked the kitchen again. We’ve been having issues with him leaving doors locked during service hours.”

I forced a smile. It felt stiff on my face.

“No,” i said quickly, not knowing why because I wasn’t nervous. Was i?

“It was just… us.” I said regaining my confidence.

The maid nodded, bowing her head slightly. “I didn’t know you were inside, ma’am. Please forgive me.”

Her gaze lingered just a second too long.

I could feel it — the look on her face says it all, the way people looked when they sensed something off but couldn’t quite name it. Nora shifted beside me, resting a casual hand on my arm, she is possessive in a way that felt both comforting and dangerous.

“It’s fine,” she said.

The maid straightened, her eyes sweeping the space again — I silently prayed for the counter we smeared with our cream and juices dry before she goes in. The kitchen looked slightly disturbed, the faint warmth of sex still clinging to the air, the closed windows weren’t helping matters either.

“Shall I… continue with my duties?” she asked.

“Yes,” i said too quickly. Then, “Thank you.” I added softly to hide my nervousness.

The maid bowed again and walked away, her steps were slow which looked deliberate. I wanted to ask her if she had forgotten about the key but just decided not to. God decided to favor me regardless of what i just did, who am i to call her back? I watched as she disappeared deeper into the house, and that was when I released the breath I didn’t knew i was holding shakily.

Nora leaned closer. “You okay honey?”

"Yeah, i think so,” i said, though my voice didn’t sound convincing even to me.

Nora glanced toward the hallway. “I should go before your husband comes back.”

I nodded, the word catching in my throat. “Yeah. Let me see you off.” I said, because I also wanted her gone. Don't get it twisted, we almost got caught, and I wouldn't mind having her for the night, she's tempting, I don't want to go for another round with my husband coming back anytime soon. Not that i'm scared for him to find out, but for my family. I mean the main reason why i was here.

We stepped outside together.

Behind them, the maid paused for them to go out before heading to the kitchen doorway, turning back. She stared at the space they had just occupied —the faint, unmistakable scent of sex lingering in the air.

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

She muttered under her breath, “No. I must be imagining things.”

She shook her head, and tied her apron tighter, and went back to work — but the thought followed her all the same.

Outside, the night air was cool against my heated skin. The driveway lights cast long shadows as we walked side by side toward Nora’s car.

Neither of us spoke at first. I couldn’t speak because I don’t know what to say. Should i comfort her and assure her that i would never leave her, or what?

“I didn’t expect that,” Nora said finally, cutting off my thoughts.

“Neither did I.” I replied. It seems she is finally understanding my situation. That’s why i love this bitch. My personal fucker!

Nora stopped by the car, turning to face me. “You’re married now,” she said quietly. “I wish i was the wife. I would have fucked you every day till you completely lose your legs.”

Alexa looked away. “Yes baby, I would love that, i would also want to be devoured by you every single day.”

Nora’s lips stretched into that signature smirk of hers. “Since when?”

I didn’t answer but threw her one of my most seductive glares.

Nora reached up, brushing her thumb across my cheek. “I love you,” she said, her voice became softer. “Don’t let them erase us.”

My chest tightened painfully. I nodded, even though i wasn’t sure i believed it anymore.

I glanced around instinctively — right and then left — the mansion was quiet, the staff were all busy inside. No one was watching.

So i leaned in and kissed my juicy Nora goodbye.

It was brief, but it made my headquarters throb. Making me feel like going for another round at that moment.

Nora kissed me back once, lingering just long enough to remind me of everything we’d shared.

“I’ll call you,” Nora said.

I nodded again. “Drive safe my love. I can’t afford to lose you.

Nora got into the car, started the engine, and pulled away.

I stood there long after the taillights disappeared, my arms wrapped around myself. I was getting horny again. I don’t want her to leave, I don’t mind spending the night with her fucking the hell out of me.

The sound of the approaching vehicles brought me back to my senses.

I turned just as a sleek black car rolled through the gates, followed by another behind it.

My stomach dropped.

Leon was home.

The cars pulled to a stop with practiced precision. One of the men stepped out first and moved around to open the rear door.

Leon stepped out.

Impeccably dressed. Expression unreadable as usual. I wonder how he managed to look this young, his face is supposed to be filled with wrinkles. Obviously, because i've never seen him smile. His Presence is heavy enough to shift the air around him. He didn’t even spare me a glance, not that i care. But the least he could do is say hello to his wife when he’s home.

He adjusted his cufflinks, spoke quietly to the man beside him, and walked straight toward the house as if I wasn’t standing there at all.

“Who cares, look at him, all arrogant. He’s just handsome, nothing more. My Nora is more hotter than you. Cold fish.” I mumbled before following him inside.

Inside, the staff straightened instantly. Someone took Leon’s coat. He moved through the space like a king returning to his domain, looking so detached.

I trailed behind him, my earlier emotions crashing into something colder now.

I felt strangely exposed — like guilt was written all over my skin, even though he hadn’t seen anything.

Leon disappeared into his study, and the door closed behind.

I stood there in the quiet hallway,my heart pounding, my body still betraying what i had done only moments earlier. I quickly suspended that thought, because nothing here was my fault. I was practically forced into this marriage by my parents, so it their fault, not mine.

And now i’m stuck with this arrogant cock.

“Cold fish,” i thought bitterly, i squared my shoulders and walked away.

Missing Nora like crazy. Maybe i have to use my toys tonight.