Flash Marriage: The Domineering Wife-Chapter 390 The Stare

Edward felt stupid. No one had ever made him feel this stupid ever in his entire adult life, and it was really a legendary feat, he had to give her that.

Unable to wipe the smile on his face, he got up from her chair.

He would have to think up other ways to put one over her just as well. The game was on, he thought elatedly.

"If only I did not just give you two off days, I could have been your ride to work.

I'm very certain you're dying to feel the plushness of my car again." It was evident that he was making a joke.

Amy keyed into the fun. "Won't your other employees talk, sir?" She questioned acting exaggeratedly coy, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She made to stand up from her bed, but a dizzy spell made her lose her balance and she started to fall, flailing her arms in front of her.

But she never reached the ground, regaining a semblance of balance as she plopped back onto the bed.

She had really outdone herself on the crying bout this time, she figured.

Edward was alarmed at her wobbly behavior but watched her get it under control quickly enough before he could react, so he carried on like nothing had happened at all.

"Why, of course, they will talk. In fact, they'll say the new girl has put a meili on the boss. Some might even want to attack you just to save me.

Especially the women. I am hot stuff, you know," he winked, standing up and closing the small space between the chair and her small bed.

He imagined his hands digging into her hair and pulling her to him, as he took a generous sniff of the bouncy curls.

He had wanted to do this for so long and now even though it was all just an imagination, he could hardly bring himself to stop.

That is until his hands, acting on their own accord, started to travel down the length of her body, pausing to feel the smoothness of her back from beneath her c-shaped tank top.

Soon, his right hand slid even lower until he could feel her bare posterior, or what was left of it, sitting in bed as she was.

He stuck his hand further under the fleshy mound of ass and cupped it greedily.

He pictured Amy's face rapidly starting to turn tomato red when she realized that one of her boss's hands was cupping her ass, while the other remained in the small of her back.

Edward brought his head back up from her shoulder where he had buried his nose in her hair.

His stare seemed to burn into her face and she looked away, unable to hold his intense gaze.

It made her feel some type of way that she could not understand; her heart palpitating in her rib cage so hard that she thought it would explode.

The thought was so vivid he almost had difficulty snapping out of it.

"Since you're going to be staying home today, how about I make you breakfast? Would you like that?" he asked gently, letting go of her in his mind's eye.

Amy nodded quite puzzled but also pleased as she pulled her tank top down to cover her naked buttocks, as if only suddenly realizing that they had been too exposed.

"I stumbled into your kitchen trying to find my way here earlier. Now let's see if I can find my way back and prove my mastery as a culinary chef to you," he bragged,throwing his suit jacket on her bed and folding his sleeves back, dark ink marks signifying that he had tattoos, peeking out.

There was a boyish smile on his face as he winked to her, undoing two of the top buttons of his shirt. 𝘧𝓇𝒆𝗲𝓌𝙚𝙗𝓷o𝘷𝒆𝘭.𝐜𝚘𝒎

'Lord, help me,' Amy thought as she smiled back at him. He turned to leave, without waiting for Amy to lead him into her small kitchen.

She watched him go, suddenly feeling self-conscious and embarrassed about the size and state of her kitchen, and her house at large.

She quickly slipped out of bed and rushed to her closet. She pulled a large oversized t-shirt out of the pile of roughly folded clothes and threw it on.

Then she tucked her hair behind her ears. As she hurried out of the room to catch up with Edward, she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror and shook her head.

'You look absolutely crazy, girl,' she thought as she saw herself, her hair ruffled and sleep lines still marking the left side of her face.

She quickly rushed to the bathroom, splashed some water on her face and swallowed some mouthwash.

Tossing it around for a few seconds before finally spitting it out.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and rinsed it under the running tap.

"Ah, much better," she said, smiling. There was a tingling sensation coursing through every inch of her.

'Edward is here. And he is making me breakfast! I cannot believe it!' she thought excited almost to bursting point.

She entertained the thought that maybe it really was all some very lucid dreaming and that when she eventually made her way to the kitchen to join him, she would wake up to the rude shock of his absence.

She was wrong. When she finally stepped foot into the kitchen, she found him still very much there. He had his back to her and was working with all his focus.

She stood at the door, watching him knead dough. The movements of his arms were firm yet his fingers had a certain tenderness to the way they molded and remolded the all-purpose flour.

Amy felt moisture gathering between her legs and shrieked softly at the realization that she had forgotten to put on some panties.

She was about to turn and flee when he raised his head and looked right at her as if he had known she had been there watching him the whole time.f𝔯ee𝘸𝘦𝚋𝒏oѵ𝐞l.c𝒐𝓂